Bare Yourself (Consumed)

I turn in his arms so my back faces him. His arms go back around my waist and one of his hands slips underneath the bottom of my shirt, while the other grips my thigh. I turn my head, tilt it up, and kiss the side of his neck. His cock digs into my ass, and I push back against him more. His groan is deep and satisfying. We sway back and forth, lost in our own world of sensuality.

Tegan lifts my skirt again several inches. It’s a knee-length flowy skirt, so I’m still decently covered. My stomach quivers when he works circles against the bare skin he exposes. I lean back against him more, since my legs are as weak as Jell-O.

When the song changes again, I lift my head and open my eyes. They lock on Nathan drinking his beer, once again watching us. It’s just like the first night we were here. Shivers race down my spine. While the memories of that night still send moisture to my panties, the thought of doing it again doesn’t appeal to me as much as it did the first time. I’m not saying I’d never want to try have sex with Tegan with Nathan in the room, but not at this point in our relationship. Tegan showing me off to Nathan here is still highly arousing, even if I do work for him and have to see him on a daily basis, but I don’t think I want to go as far as last time. I think the embarrassment of that would be too much for me to overcome when Monday morning rolled around.

“You’re perfect for me, you know that?” Tegan whispers the question.

I pull my eyes away from Nathan and tip my head back so I can look at Tegan. “Why’s that?”

“Because you like showing off just as much as I like showing you off,” he answers.

Even in the dim light, I’m sure Tegan can see my blush.

He confirms this when he chuckles and says, “And yet she still blushes.”

“As much as it turns me on, I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it.”

It’s the truth. I love that being with Tegan allows me to be so comfortable I lose my inhibitions, but I’ll never get used to others watching us. Which is a good thing. That means it’ll never get boring. I almost laugh at that. I can’t ever imagine anything would ever get boring with Tegan.

Tegan’s hand lifts my skirt another inch, then his hand disappears underneath the slinky material. I barely stifle the cry of pleasure when his fingers meet my moist center.

“Are you wet for me or because Nathan’s watching?” he asks, grazing a finger over my swollen clit.

“You,” I moan.

“But you still like him watching.” It’s not a question, but a statement. He knows me too well.

I answer him anyway. “Yes.”

“He’s not touching you again. No man but me is ever touching your beautiful body again. They can look when I say they can, but that’s it.”

I nod, because that’s all I can do. His fingers are working their magic against my clit, while his other hand has now moved to one of my breasts. He tweaks the nipple hard, sending me closer to the edge. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

“I wanna lift your skirt right here and fuck you so everyone can watch. So everyone will know you’re mine. And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

My eyes slide closed with his words. I shouldn’t, but God help me, if he were to do just that, I would let him. I wouldn’t give a damn if the Pope himself was watching.

Tegan’s fingers slide along the edge of my panties, and then he’s dipping them beneath.

“Oh, God,” I breathe.

“So fucking wet, and it’s all for me.”

He pushes one finger inside my wet opening, only to pull it back out and push back in with a second finger. His thumb goes to my clit and applies pressure. With his fingers inside me, he pulls me back against him so tight, his cock nestles between my ass cheeks, adding more fuel to the fire.

Then he does something that has me sailing over the edge and leaves me free-falling. He pulls his hand from beneath my shirt, grabs my chin and turns my head to the side, looks deep in my eyes, and says, “Marry me,” as he thrusts his fingers deep.

The shock, awe, and pleasure of the moment have me crying out, and he drops his head and catches the sound with his lips. My body spasms around his fingers as his lips devour mine. His tongue meets mine halfway and the kiss we share is explosive. Never have I come so hard before.

When he pulls back, I turn in his arms and stare up at him, dislodging his fingers from my body. He lifts them and licks away my release, which sends another round of shivers through me. I push the desire away, trying to figure out if I heard him right.

Did he really just ask me to marry him, or is my mind playing tricks on me?

He starts down at me expectantly, so I blurt out, “Did you just ask me to marry you?”

His grin is lopsided when he answers, “Yes.” He drops his forehead to mine. “I know it’s not the traditional way to ask the woman you love to marry you. I know I probably should have done it in a more romantic place.” He looks up and around us, then back down at me. “But this was the place we became us. This was our starting point.” He pulls something out of his pocket, and I look down. He holds a small black box in his hand in the few inches of space between our chests. He flips it open, and nestled on black velvet is a stunning diamond solitaire ring.

I lift my eyes, fighting back the tears wanting to form. He opens his mouth to say something, but I grab the back of his neck and force his head down, sealing our lips together. He’s right, this definitely isn’t the normal proposal, but it couldn’t have been more perfect. I love that he chose here to do it.

I pull back from him and smile. He cups both of my cheeks and wipes away the few tears that escaped.

“Are these happy tears?” he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

My grin widens, and I nod vigorously, then say, “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

The worry disappears, and a huge grin takes its place. “It’s that a yes to marrying me? I just want to clarify here before I get too excited.”

I take the ring from the box and slip it onto my finger, then jump. He catches me with his hands on my ass and my legs go around his waist. He groans when my pussy meets his still-hard cock.

“I want to marry you and have babies with you and grow old with you and have grandbabies with you. Does that answer your question?” I tease.

If possible, his grin grows even more. “I’m going to make you so happy.”

“You already do,” I tell him.

“And I’m going to rock your world.”