“Yes?” I waited. I didn’t know if he could hear it in my voice. Did he know all the things going through my mind? How badly I wanted what we couldn’t have?
He wedged his cock at my entrance. The anticipation was mind-numbing. I wanted him. He held me, my walls stretching around his thickness.
I whimpered, needing him. Wanting him.
And then in an instant, Vaughn was inside me. Thrusting deep with his cock. I threw my head back with the fullness of him, taking control of our rhythm. I bucked, loving the fire that ran between my legs and my core every time he pumped harder and deeper.
“Oh shit,” I hissed. “I love when you’re inside me.” I bounced wildly.
I wanted out of the lingerie that was pushing my breasts together. I didn’t want anything between us. I wanted to wear nothing but his ring and for a second pretend we were married. That I was Vaughn’s in every way. That our bodies melted together because I was his wife. It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t a game. I was his wife and this was how he fucked me. Like he loved me. Worshipped me. Would die for me.
He reared back, slamming into me with a possessive thrust.
“I fucking love you,” he groaned.
“I love you.” I panted. “God, I do.”
His hand clutched at my breasts, pulling the restrictive lace away until my buds were exposed. My nipples were erect and hard, free to rub against the silk cushions. “Keep that up,” he demanded as I kicked back with my ass and launched my chest forward. The sensations canvassed my body. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.
His hand snaked its way down my ribs and stomach, nestling between my legs. He opened me up like my folds were petals until he found what he was looking for. My clit throbbed when he began to strum it. His strong fingers stroked me possessively, creating a wildness in me that felt feral and untamed.
I didn’t think I could take it. My breathing was erratic.
My belly flipped when Vaughn stepped off the couch, circling my waist with his hands. Suddenly I was in the air and then my feet were on the floor in front of the
window.
“Hold on,” he directed, planting my palms on the window sill. “Thought you might like this view when you come.”
“Oh shit,” I whispered, wiggling backward to offer him my entrance. I ached without him filling me.
He slammed his cock deep within my walls, gripping my hips with certainty. My eyes lifted to the Eiffel Tower, knowing my climax was seconds away. His fingers, slick with my juices, circled my clit, coaxing the orgasm to rise quickly. I clamped around his hard shaft with everything I had left.
I shook violently as the orgasm crashed into me with ferocious strength, clawing and claiming me. Vaughn pumped in and out, his pace quickening with his breath. He roared as his release hit, seizing him as he sank into me.
Our bodies finally stilled. Vaughn kissed my shoulder and guided me back to the couch. We collapsed in exhaustion. I twisted, untangling our limbs so I could nuzzle against his warm chest.
He touched my ring finger to his lips.
“One day, baby. It will be different.”
I nodded. “One day.”
“Until then, will you be my wife this way? For Paris?”
I smiled. “For Paris.” I threw my leg over his.
He exhaled. “Sorry I fucked that up. There was a better way to give you the ring. I was in work mode. I wasn’t thinking it through.”
“It’s ok. Really. You are forgiven.” I looked at the ring pressed against the hard angles of his chest. “It’s really gorgeous. And huge.”
He laughed. “Two carats. I wanted it to be noticeable. So there’s no doubt you belong to me. You are taken.”
I bit my bottom lip. Why in the hell did I like how that sounded so much? It was as if he put me under some kind of hypnotic spell every time he uttered the tiniest suggestion of marriage.
He slapped my bottom playfully. “And do I get the sense you want more of this? You want to be taken just a little bit more?” He squeezed and I blushed.
It was one thing to be in the moment and want the heat of the next erotic touch. It was different to be face to face, sharing the same air and tell him I wanted to try something I’d never tried before. Something I thought was forbidden and taboo. I’d never wanted it—until now.