I have no desire to tell her to stop. This is her way of getting me ready for the next round. Unfortunately, we have more pressing matters to attend to.
I brush her hair out of her eyes and take her face in my hands, forcing her to look up at me. “Sit down, love.”
She looks confused as she takes a seat on the chaise behind her. “Are you not in the mood?”
I shake my head as I tuck my cock back inside my trunks and fasten my jeans. “That’s a silly question. You know I’m always in the mood for a good shag. But first, we need to talk.”
She looks worried now. “That sounds ominous.”
I laugh as I kneel before her and stuff my hand into my pocket.
The worry in her eyes turns to curiosity as she sees me pull out a box. “What’s that?” she asks as the corners of her mouth inch upward.
“You know exactly what this is,” I say, opening the box to retrieve the princess-cut diamond ring I’ve had sitting on the top shelf of my side of the closet for months, where my pint-size Alice could never find it.
Her face screws up as if she’s in physical pain, then she covers her mouth and weeps.
My fingers tremble slightly as I place the box on the table next to me and reach for Alice’s face to grab her left hand. Her entire body is shaking like a leaf as I place a tender kiss on her knuckles.
“Forgive me for interrupting you, my lady,” I say in the stodgiest Queen’s English I can muster. “I know you were having so much fun licking my sword, but I simply cannot wait any longer for your answer.”
She lets out a congested laugh as she uses her free hand to wipe her tears. “Your chivalry is not wasted, sir. Ask away,” she says in a terrible British accent.
Her comment reminds me of the first time I groveled at her feet, the day she told me my chivalry was wasted on her. We’ve come so far since then, me and this woman I love.
“Very well,” I reply, placing another kiss on the back of her hand. “I have but one question for you, and that is…”
Her gaze flits back and forth between my right and left eye as she waits impatiently for me to resume.
“I put ring on finger. You sign paper. Big wedding. Grow old together. Make me very happy. Yes?” I say in the most terrible caveman accent anyone has ever heard.
A strange sound comes out of her mouth, something between a woeful cry and cackling laughter, as she throws her arms around me before I can even place the ring on her finger.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shrieks into my ear.
I try not to drop the ring as I fold my arms around her and squeeze with all my might. Placing a soft kiss on the sensitive spot behind her ear lobe, I whisper, “You’re clinging, love.”
She loosens her hold on me and sits back again, her eyes searching for my hands. “You’d better get used to it. I’ll be clinging to you for the rest of your life.”
My heart is bursting as I slide the ring onto her trembling finger. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I take her face in my hands and kiss her perfect mouth, then I laugh as she grabs the front of my shirt and greedily pulls me on top of her.
“Is it your turn now?” I ask, laying a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.
She nods as she flashes me a cheeky grin.
I trace my finger along her bottom lip and smile. “Okay, but can you do one thing for me?”
“Anything!” she replies excitedly.
I gaze into her eyes for a moment before I speak. “Can you stop taking those ruddy pills?”
Her eyes widen at my blunt delivery. “My birth control? Are you saying you want to put a bun in my oven?”
I nod without hesitation. “Four or five buns, if I’m being perfectly honest.”
“Oh, well, when you put it that way,” she says, tapping her chin as if she’s thinking about my proposal, “of course.”
“Really?”
She nods enthusiastically. “My oven is your oven. I’ll stop taking the ruddy pills tomorrow.”
I laugh as I think I finally understand what it feels like when someone says they feel positively giddy. “Drop those knickers, love. You’re in for the rogering of your life.”
She giggles as she begins to undress. I watch her intently, helping her when she needs it, giving her space when she doesn’t. As her exquisite body lies before me, I take time to compliment her gorgeousness as I devour and pleasure every inch of her.
Like a fine wine or a perfectly cooked steak, a woman’s beauty must be savored. And all women are beautiful in their own way; even when they rip your heart out, there’s beauty in the lessons they offer. So, take your time. Appreciate the subtle flavors. And never let your twin have a single bite.
The End.
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I meet sexy, enigmatic Jacob Maxwell the day my sister dies. He turns the worst day of my life into the best one-night stand of my life.
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Despite the intensity of our attraction, I’ve never been able to make him stay. The mystery of his reluctance to get close to me hangs between us like a giant question mark, the answer just out of my reach.
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No forwarding address.
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CHARLEY
Then
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. I would say a picture is worth a lifetime of words, since a single photograph can change your entire life.
When I was fourteen, a chubby girl in my freshman Spanish class attempted suicide after her former boyfriend posted a naked photo of her on MySpace. It was the scandal of the school year. I publicly expressed my disappointment with the way my fellow classmates were body-shaming her. Privately, though, I judged that girl. I couldn’t help but wonder… Who would be foolish enough to trust a teenage boy with nudes?