Lady Bits

“And what do we need privacy for?” she asks rather breathlessly. “You said you needed to do something important.”

“Hmm….” Lowering my head, I run my nose along the column of her neck, taking in the unique scent that’s Harley’s alone. “Yes, it’s very important. So important that if I don’t get it, I’ll go insane.”

She tilts her head to the side, giving me better access to her neck, and lets out a low moan. “What is it?”

I have her dress up far enough that I palm her bare ass, the little string between her ass cheeks tempting me. I slide my hand down the back of her thigh and lift her leg to wrap around my waist.

“Having your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.” I grind my hips forward, letting her feel my hard cock. “You going to give it to me, baby?”

“Oh, God,” she whimpers, and my cock hardens even further at the needy sound. “You want to have sex in a church?”

“Need, Harley,” I groan. “I need to have you right now. That we’re in a church is of no importance.”

Her hands slide up my back and they both grab a handful of my hair, pulling my face away from her delicious neck. Her eyes are half closed and filled with desire, and her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink.

“Then take me, Carter,” she pants.

With a growl, I drop my head and take her lips in a brutal kiss. She lets my hair go and uses my shoulders as leverage to jump and hook her other leg around my waist. I catch her by grabbing her ass, and she grinds her pussy down over my shaft.

“Sweet Jesus,” I mutter against her lips. Lifting my head, I look her in the eye. “Pull my cock out, Harley.”

Reaching between us, it only takes her seconds to undo my belt, button, and slide down the zipper. Her soft hand slides over my cock, and I feel a bead of pre-cum seep from the tip.

“Inside. Put my cock inside you.”

We both look down and watch her slide her thong to the side then notch the head of my cock at her entrance. I hiss out a breath as she takes me inside, her pussy swallowing my entire length. The vice-like grip she has on me already has me on the edge.

I lift her and feel the slick glide of her pussy then bring her back down.

“Fuck me,” I groan. “I’m going to need you to get there fast because I’m not going to last long.”

She nods, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “I’m already close.”

“Play with your clit, baby.”

One of her hands goes back between our bodies, while the other clutches my shoulder. I nearly lose it when she brushes her fingers along the base of my shaft as I slide out of her.

I buck my hips hard, slamming inside her so much her back slides up the wall and her tits, spilling out of the top of her dress, bounce. I bury my face in her cleavage and lick the valley between her breasts.

“Shit, shit, fucking hell,” I mumble when her walls clamp down on me, strangling my cock and setting off my orgasm.

Curling my fingers in her ass cheeks, I fuck her harder and harder with each thrust.

Minutes later, when I can muster the strength, I lift my head from her tits and catch her heavy-lidded eyes. She smiles lazily.

“You’re beautiful,” I say softly.

Dropping her head, she lays a kiss against my lips. “Thank you.”

“Marry me,” I say, shocking myself.

This is definitely not how I wanted to propose. In the heat of the moment, after having mind-blowing sex, probably isn’t the best way to go about it. But as I stare at the woman who’s carrying my child, the woman who steals a piece of my heart with each passing day, the same woman I want to wake up with each morning, spend every minute of my day with, then crawl into bed and fall asleep beside every night, I realize I don’t want to waste another second. I want her to be mine in every way possible, as soon as possible.

From the way her eyes go wide, her lips part in shock, and the tension in her body, my proposal not only surprised me, but Harley also.

“I know it seems like it’s out of the blue, and it’s definitely not the best way to propose,” I start to explain, “but I’ve known for a while this is what I want.” One side of my mouth kicks up. “I’ve had the ring hidden in my closet for weeks, waiting and biding my time, wondering and worrying what your answer would be. But I realize, I won’t know unless I ask.” I stop and press a kiss against her lips. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this because you’re carrying our baby. I love you, Harley. I think I’ve loved you from that first night. I would be here in the same exact spot and at this same exact time asking the same exact question if you weren’t pregnant.”

I start to get nervous and wonder if I’ve made a mistake when she doesn’t say anything or give away what she’s feeling by keeping her expression neutral. But then she smiles. It starts out small, just a tiny curve of her lips, then grows into a beaming grin that lights up her eyes.

“Yes,” she whispers, then puts her face closer to mine. Right before our lips meet, she repeats her answer. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”