When he’s finally had enough, he lifts the material and stands. His lips are shiny from my climax, and it makes me wonder what I taste like.
“Now that I’ve had my appetizer, I guess we can go eat,” he says, his eyes alight with humor. “But when we get home, I’ll be spreading you out on the bed and enjoying my dessert.” He darts his tongue across the seam of his lips, and I pull him toward me for a hard kiss, tasting myself on him.
“I vote for dessert now,” I murmur against his lips. I turn around, my hands slapping against the wall and my ass jutting out.
Isaac growls, “Fuck yes,” under his breath, then rips the dress clean off my body, leaving me naked and in only my heels. His hands slide around to my breasts, tweaking and plucking my taut nipples, while he grinds his front against my ass, raining kisses along the top of my shoulders.
“Isaac…” I spread my legs and push my ass out farther. “Please fuck me now.”
He moves away from my body, taking his warmth with him, but a few seconds later, he’s back. I glance around in time to watch as he takes his hard, thick cock and moves it along the center of my pussy, up to the crack of my ass. When he gets to the puckered hole, he swirls the smooth head around the tight rim, rubbing the juices from my pussy onto my ass, and I damn near combust.
“Fuck, I love your ass,” he mutters, palming it with his other hand. “I swear to God, every part of you was made just for me.”
I’m about to beg him to fuck me, when he slides his dick between my legs and enters me in one fluid motion, not stopping until he’s balls deep and filling me to the hilt. One hand fists my mane and the other digs into my hip. He fucks me like he’s a starved man and I’m his meal, hitting me in the perfect spot over and over again. My climax hits me hard and fast, white stars flashing behind my lids as I come completely undone, my arousal coating his dick.
Isaac’s hold on my hair tightens, as he fucks me with complete abandon. His hand comes around and finds my clit, massaging circles along it, and within seconds, another orgasm hits me, nearly taking me to my knees. He pins me against the wall, and with a few more deep thrusts, spills his warm seed inside me.
With both of our bodies humming with adrenaline, he pulls out and lifts me into his arms, carrying me to our room. My body is limp from the three mind-blowing orgasms, and my eyes close in exhaustion. When they open, we’re in our bathroom and I’m sitting on the counter, with Isaac staring at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Marry me.”
“What?” I repeat with a laugh, lifting my hand up. “I think we already established that.”
“I know, but I mean now. I don’t want to wait. I want you to be mine in every way possible, including legally.”
“How soon? Like tomorrow?” I half joke.
His eyes widen. “You’d do that?”
I shrug. “You’re the person I want to spend my life with. Today, tomorrow, next week. I don’t care when we marry. It’s not like we’re going to have some big wedding anyway.”
His brows dip. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I always imagined having this beautiful extravagant wedding. We would marry in the church my parents married in. Then, afterward, we would have the reception at the country club.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” he says, framing my face. “I want you to have your dream wedding. I can wait.”
I swallow past the ball of emotion lodged in my throat. “What’s the point? My mom is dead, my dad’s in jail. I have no friends left aside from Yasmin. Your parents aren’t alive… There’s no point in having a wedding.”
“The point is that we make the day special and memorable.”
“I thought you wanted to get married tomorrow.”
“I do, but I want you to have your perfect wedding more, and I’d bet, even though your dad can’t be there, he’d want that too. I don’t give a shit if it’s only me, you, Noah, and Yasmin. I want you to walk down that aisle in your white dress and for us to stand before God, giving ourselves over to each other. I want to dance with you and at the end of the night make love to you as my wife. Then I want to take you on the honeymoon of your dreams so I can get lost in you for days.”
A smile spreads across my face as I imagine it all… the wedding, the honeymoon… I hate that my dad can’t be there, but Isaac’s right. My dad would still want me to have the wedding I always imagined. “I like the sound of that.”