I curled my index finger under her chin and nudged her head up. She dropped it back so she could look up at me. “Because I love you, beautiful. You’re the other half of my soul, and from the moment we met, I felt complete.”
Her lips parted and her eyes widened, but what I saw in their depths was hope. “Do you really believe in love at first sight?” she asked tentatively.
I nodded firmly. “I’ll admit, I didn’t really believe it until it happened to me, but I’ve seen it over and over.” Her whole face softened, and I stifled the urge to kiss her and take her back to bed. I needed one thing first. “Stop thinking so hard, Amelia. What does your heart tell you?”
She studied my face for a couple of very long seconds, then a smile lit up her face. “I love you too, Zack.”
I cupped her cheeks in my palms and brushed a kiss over her lips. “You have no idea what those words do to me, beautiful.”
She was already pressed tightly against me and could no doubt feel my desire. Still, I rocked my hips a little so the long, thick bulge in my pants pushed into her stomach.
“Show me,” she moaned. I covered her mouth with mine, plunging my tongue in to taste her sweetness. I groaned, and my hands slid down her body to cup her ass and lift her. Her legs automatically circled my waist, and I moved to the nearest wall and pressed her back against it. I slipped one hand under her shirt and brought it to rest on the underswell of her breast.
“Dad!” Delia’s voice suddenly shattered the moment, and I groaned at the interruption, burying my head in Amelia’s neck.
She giggled, and I growled, “This shit is not funny, Amelia. I’m dying here ” My words only made her giggle harder, and I grunted in frustration as I lifted my head and slowly lowered Amelia to her feet. Then I took a few deep breaths to will my dick to calm down before calling, “In the kitchen, sweetie.”
Delia snorted, the sound coming from the hallway just outside the entrance to the kitchen. “Yeah, I’m not coming in there. I know exactly what’s going on in that kitchen. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to Kim’s to study for our finals. So...carry on.”
Amelia blushed bright red and dropped her forehead to my chest. She didn’t make a sound, but her shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. When we heard the front door slam shut, she stopped trying to hold it in and collapsed against me in a fit of giggles.
I would have joined her if I hadn’t been aching with the need to be inside her. In a flash, I had her shirt whipped over her head and lifted her with her legs wrapped around me and her back supported against the wall. Her laughter melted into a ragged moan when I sucked a hard, pink nipple into my mouth. I rocked into her, pressing my shaft into the heat of her center.
After switching tits, I licked and nibbled while I reached for the waistband of my sweats and freed my painfully swollen cock. I let her nipple go with a little pop and returned to drink from her mouth as I used the same hand to yank the boxers she was wearing to the side. I pushed a finger into her slick pussy, testing to see if she was ready for me. Amelia was small, but she’d taken me fully inside her every time we’d made love.
But this time, I was feeling desperate and out of control. I wanted to fuck her hard, and my last vestiges of sense warmed me to make sure she could handle it. “Damn, you’re tight as fuck,” I groaned. But she was so slick that my digit easily slid into her channel. I pumped it a few times and used my thumb to rub her clit. She cried out my name, and it pushed me over the edge of sanity. “Are you ready for more, beautiful?”
“Please,” she begged softly.
I withdrew my finger and grabbed my cock, lining it up with her sex. Then I drove in deep, seating myself fully with one thrust. “Fuck!” I shouted as I slapped a hand onto the wall near her head. “I can’t hold back, beautiful,” I warned her with a ragged breath.
“Don’t, Zack. I need you,” she whimpered.
“Kiss me, baby,” I growled. Our lips met, and our souls merged as I lost all control. My hips pumped fast and hard. I would have been concerned about being too rough if she hadn’t thrown back her head and cried out, asking for more.
I drove her up and over the edge, gritting my teeth and using all of my strength to follow right after her. Before she even had a chance to come down from that high, I was pushing her toward another. “You’re going to marry me, right?” I suddenly blurted out.
“Yes!” Amelia shouted as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me soundly. Shudders started wracking her body, and after a minute, she tore her mouth from mine and screamed yes for a whole different reason.
With her answer ringing in my ears and my heart, I came so hard I could have sworn I saw stars. We rode out our climaxes together, and when I finally began to recover, I swept her into my arms and carried her back to our bedroom. I set her on her feet before stripping us out of the rest of our clothes. We crawled naked into bed, and I wrapped myself around her, feeling completely content.
“Um, Zack?” Amelia asked after a few minutes.
“Yeah, beautiful?”
“Did you just ask me to marry you during sex?”
“You bet your pretty little ass I did.”
Suddenly, Amelia pulled away and sat up, dodging me when I growled and reached for her. She put her hands on her curvy hips, and I was momentarily distracted by her tits bouncing with her sharp breaths.
“Are you going to ask me when I’m not delirious from multiple orgasms? It seems a little underhanded.”
I lifted my gaze to meet her eyes and raised a single eyebrow. “I never claimed to fight fair, beautiful. And when it comes to you, Amelia, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make you mine forever.”
She visibly melted a little but grumbled, “It’s not like I’d say no if you asked me now.”
I shrugged. “That might be true, but you already said yes, so why take that chance?”
Amelia fought a smile but lost the fight, and her mouth curved up as her eyes danced with humor. “You could have at least waited until you had a ring,” she teased.
I rolled over to face my nightstand and opened the drawer and grabbed a little white box. Then I pushed it shut and returned to my previous position. I flipped up the top of the box and showed her its contents. “Like this?” I asked with a lopsided grin.
Amelia gasped and covered her mouth with her hands as she stared at the antique, five-carat, marquee diamond set in a simple platinum band. “How could you possibly…?” she mumbled.
“It belonged to my father’s mother,” I told her as I removed the ring from the bed of velvet and grabbed her hand away from her mouth to slip it on her finger. “The night you first kissed me, I took it out of the safe in my home office and stuck it in this drawer. Somehow, I knew I would be needing it very soon.”
Amelia’s face was lit with joy, and she fell on top of me, fusing our mouths. The kiss led to another round of lovemaking, but this time, I took her soft and slow, showing her how precious she was to me. “I love you,” I rasped as I collapsed onto the bed beside her, still breathing hard.
She curled up into my side and threw an arm and leg over me. “I love you, too,” she sighed happily. “Who would have thought that a silly dare would lead me to the man of my dreams?”