Sassy in Lingerie (Lingerie 8)

“What can I do?” I would do anything to wipe off that sad look on her face. If there was anything I could possibly do to help, I would. If my father were still alive right now, I would kill him myself if that brought her peace.

Her fingertips grazed against mine as she held my gaze. “Make love to me.” That seemed to be the only thing she ever wanted from me. She didn’t want sex to get off like a lot of other women did. She wanted a slow and passionate connection, the way we held each other as we moved. She wanted me to blanket her with all of me, to cushion her against the harsh realities of life. She wanted to get lost in me, to shut out the outside world altogether. When it was just the two of us, there was nothing that could hurt us. She wanted me for me, not for the way I could make her feel.

“You always want me to make love to you.” She never asked me to clean up the house, make dinner, or help her with anything. The only request she voiced was the sexiest phrase I’d ever heard a woman say. It wasn’t even a question because I didn’t have a choice in the matter. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

Like a real woman.

“Yeah?” she whispered. “You want me to ask someone else?”

The corner of my lip rose in a smile. “You’d be disappointed if you did. A boy will never compete with a man.”

“I won’t ask a boy.”

“They’re all boys compared to me.” I pushed my boxers down and moved on top of her, settling between her legs. Her thong was pulled to the side so I could fit my fat dick between her legs. She was wet but not drenched like she was in the morning. I sank deep inside her, feeling the soft flesh constrict around me. I stopped when I was buried deep within, and I listened to her breathing increase as she felt me stretch her wide apart.

Her hands moved into my hair, and she locked her ankles together. The light burned in her eyes, her arousal increasing as she felt me stretch her as far as possible. She pulled my forehead to hers and squeezed my waist with her thighs. “If you’re the only man on the planet…can I keep you forever?”

I pulled my face back to look at her, my thick cock buried deep inside her. A more beautiful woman had never been under me, had never had me so intimately. This woman had snatched my heart out of my chest and never returned it. “Always.” I rubbed my nose against hers, pledging my heart to her for the rest of time. Even if I couldn’t keep her, she would always have all of me.

Her eyes softened as she looked at me, her hand sliding to my cheek. “I want you for the rest of my life…”

I turned into her hand and kissed her palm, tasting her and smelling her. I was the luckiest man in the world, to be buried between her legs and listen to her love me so openly. Her love didn’t scare me, nor her pledge of forever. Most men ran from commitment, weren’t man enough to handle a woman’s love. But I could handle hers so easily, could thrive in it. I wasn’t the least bit scared. I’d seen the world; I knew what was out there.

Nothing compared to her.

“Baby, promise me something.” I started to move inside her, taking her slowly. “If this works, promise me you’ll marry me.” I couldn’t get down on one knee and ask for her hand at that moment. I didn’t have a ring or a proposal planned, but I didn’t need any of those things. However, I did need her family’s permission.

Her hand slowly trailed down my face, and the softness in her eyes deepened into an emotional look. Her eyes watered, a thin film of moisture over the surface of her gaze. She took a breath, her lips parting as she nearly gasped in surprise. “Yes.”

I never told Vanessa about my conversation with her father.

When he basically asked me to leave my job for good.

I would concede if he granted me acceptance into the family. But he didn’t do that, refusing to give me an answer.

He asked me to make a sacrifice when I didn’t even know if it would count for anything. It would be stupid to walk away from my business and give it up, and then hear her parents tell me I wasn’t good enough for their daughter.

It had to be fair.

When we went to the winery the next day, Vanessa was still quiet. All she craved was the peace and easiness her family used to provide. Life used to be simple, and her family was her home base. But now it was the most stressful part of her life. If she wanted it to return to normal, she just had to get rid of me.