“So who decides if you come?”
Her face goes red, and she bites her lip as I thrust harder. “You do.”
“Do you like that?” I grind against her, making it nearly impossible for her to answer, but I still want to hear her say it. “Do you like it, Nicola?”
“Fuck, yes.” Her words are drawn out and desperate.
I take her mouth in a rough kiss, stealing her breath. I don’t need to be dominant, not every day, not all the time. But right now, like this, I love it. When both of us are unsure and our emotions are battered, someone needs to be the leader, and as long as I live, if Nicola needs someone to take control so she doesn’t have to be afraid to let go, I will be that person for her.
And in the mean time I get to have a little fun with her.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby. Hard. And you’re going to count backwards from sixty. Out loud.”
“What?” she gasps. “Why?”
“Because I said so. I want you drowning in pleasure by the time you come. When you get to zero you have permission.”
“But—”
“Count.” There’s no room for argument in my tone. And I start to fuck, driving into her with brutal force and keeping her locked against the wall. She moans loudly, gasping for breath. “Count,” I say.
“Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight.” She starts to count, and the look on her face is torn between being swept away with pleasure and trying to focus. She messes up a couple times, but mostly stays on track.
Her pussy feels so good that I’m almost not sure that I’ll make it to zero either, but I’m determined. Even when I’m slamming into a heavenly inferno.
“Fifteen, fourteen, please Tristan I can’t make it.”
“Keep counting,” I grit out.
Her words stat to blend one into the other, “Fivefourthreetwoone.” And then she lets go, screaming out a climax that I can feel, shaking in my arms. She floods over my cock and I don’t stop moving inside her, watching the aftershocks quake through her.
She lets her head fall forward onto my shoulder, and I release her hands, catching her around the waist and carrying her to the bed where I lay her out and only slip out of her long enough to shed my clothes and slip back into her.
I love the sight of her below me, eyes glazed with pleasure, shining with sweat and the remains of her orgasm. This is Nicola. My forever.
It doesn’t take long for me to find my pleasure again, driving into her hard and fast until I’m on the edge. I feel myself tip over into the electric sizzle of climax, and I pull out, spilling myself over her tits and stomach, wanting to see the evidence painted on her skin. She moans again, watching me, and like she’s reading my thoughts, dips her fingers in my cum and lifts it to her lips, greedily licking her fingers clean and swallowing.
“I love you,” I tell her. “So much.”
She smiles. “And I love you.”
“For the record, if you want the roles reversed, I’m happy to do that too.”
Nicola blushes and looks away. “I’ll think about that. But I like it when you get bossy.”
“And I love it when I can make you squirm just with my words.”
I leave her for only a moment, grabbing a wet washcloth from the bathroom and helping her clean up a little. She’s still lying limp on the bed, but she’s smiling. “Are you all right?”
“I’m prefect,” she says.
“And,” I hesitate. “Are we okay?”
Nicola reaches out and takes my hand. “Do you really think we could have just done that if we weren’t?”
“I need to ask anyway.”
“We’re okay,” she whispers.
“In that case,” I pull her so that she’s sitting up beside me on the edge of the bed, “I have one more thing that we need to figure out.”
“What’s that?”
I find the small box in the pocket of my discarded pants. “You told me that you couldn’t marry me if you didn’t have answers. You have answers now.” I kneel in front of her, and it seems appropriate that we’re both naked—nothing at all between us. “I love you more than life itself, and so I want to ask you again if you’ll be my wife?”
Tears flood her eyes and she leans forward to kiss me. “Yes. Absolutely,” she says. “It broke me to say no.”
I slip the ring onto her finger, and it sparkles in the light. It fits her finger perfectly, and my heart swells seeing that physical symbol of our relationship. Wrapping my arms around her, I press my forehead to her chest. Four years has led to this, and it couldn’t be more perfect.
“Can I ask you something?” she says.
“Anything. Always.”
Nicola swallows. “I know that you just gave me a drawer.”
I grin. “I did do that.”
“I was wondering if you’d be willing to do...more than that?” She’s looking down at her hands and fidgeting with her fingers, so I reach out and grab the glasses of wine and give one to her.
“More how?”
She takes a big sip of that wine, and sits silent for a moment. “As soon as we tell my parents...I hope it goes well, but we don’t know. But regardless, I don’t really want to be living in my parents basement while engaged to my father’s best friend.” Her words get faster, and she doesn’t notice the huge smile on my face. “If you think it’s too fast or whatever I’ll find my own place but—”
“Move in with me,” I tell her.
“Really?” The hope in her voice breaks me a little.
“Hell yes. If we could I would move you in here tomorrow so I don’t have to wake up another morning without you right here.”
Nicola tries to hide the fact that she’s tearing up, but I still notice. I pull her into my lap and hold her. It’s a comfortable silence as we drink our wine, steeped in the knowledge that things are settled.
“Any ideas on time frame?” I ask.
“For the wedding?” She laughs. “Let’s get through the gala next week and telling my parents before we start picking dates.”
I kiss her neck, ready for another round if she is. “We could just elope and go to Vegas.”
“No,” she responds. “That’s one thing I know for sure. I’ve thought about marrying you for years, and I’m going to do it in front of our friends and family.”
I take the wine glass out of her hand and place it on the bedside table along with mine before pulling her on top of me. “Fair enough.”
She grins. “If I promise to buy you can I rope you into the auction last minute?”
I raise an eyebrow. “For charity?”
“Yep.”
“On one condition.”
She smiles down at me. “Name it.”
“When you win I get to take you to the nearest available private room and do unspeakably dirty things to you with all the people nearby, completely ignorant of the fact that you’re getting fucked senseless.”
I watch for the blush I know is coming, and am rewarded when she bites her lip. “Deal.”
I pull her down so I can kiss her perfect mouth, and show her what the rest of our lives are going to be like.