His Marriage Demand

“Ditto, you didn’t see it beside the bed because I knew you were coming over. I hid it before you got there. Drake, were we obvious or oblivious to how obvious we were?”

“Good question. I think it’s oblivious, though.”

I’m nodding, definitely oblivious.

He nudges the bag at me, “Although I love how quickly you’ve grown easy at being naked, I’m dying to see you in one of these. Look in the bag, I may have gone a little overboard. You will eventually wear all of them, some of them for even more than five minutes at a time.”

I’m blushing as I look down and realize I’m naked. I’m surprised by how comfortable I am being with Drake naked. I pull out beautiful silk and satin negligees and bra and panties sets. Excitement at how pretty and delicate everything is has me gasping at nearly everything. I can’t take it anymore and upend the bag. With a little thud, a box falls out. My eyes grow wide as I pick it up to look at it. Wet heat soaks my pussy in anticipation. My smile grows as wide as my eyes.

“Perfect, so fucking perfect. I know it’s a little scary, that’s why I bought these. The smallest one will loosen you up, so you’ll be used to having something there. Then I’ll put the second larger one inside your sweet little ass and be inside your pussy and you’ll come so hard you’ll scream. Then I’ll be able fuck your ass and you’ll come, baby, I promise you.”

“I know I will, as long as it’s your cock inside me, I’ll come.” I pull him down to me.

“We’ll do negligees next time. Right now I need the taste of your pussy on my tongue.”

Pressing me down on the bed with his body, his mouth is skimming down my body; his fingers are already there. Teasing me, pushing deep inside, then moving, and inside me again, and again. When he stops, I can’t breathe and my body shakes.

“I know, sweetheart, just one minute.” I hear him opening the box and in anticipation of what’s coming, I’m trembling from need.

Moving to the bedside table, he pulls out a little bottle. “Lube, sweetheart, finally being used on a living breathing wet dream instead of my cock as I jacked off to your picture.”

He laughs as I blush at his words, “Really?”

“Really, you might not have known what you were missing. I did, and damn it was hard. Two and half years without was longer than I went after my divorce. If I had known the woman I stopped seeing was going to be last before I met you, I might have kept her around a little longer.”

The bed is huge, it has to be larger than a regular king. I go to my knees and crawl to his side as he coats the small, clear silicone toy. “How many women did you try having sex with?”

For once he’s the one blushing, “Too damned many, fuck, you really want an answer?” I nod, smiling as I lick his chest. Loving the way he shudders. “Six, and all of them made me feel like a bastard. Especially the last one. While she was going down on me, she knew what she was doing. Even as I called myself an asshole, I closed my eyes and wanted her to be you. Except she kept saying my name and it wasn’t your sweet, husky voice and I couldn’t pretend anymore. I can’t even remember what I said. I left her place so fast she hadn’t even gotten off her knees.

You called me arrogant, but I was fucking terrified you’d slip away again, maybe I had gotten it all wrong. I couldn’t take any chances with you. I bought the ring when I went out the next day. Even when I didn’t know Justin wasn’t yours, I wanted to do whatever it took for the both of you to know I was serious.”

I’m tracing the scary looking tattoo of a dragon in black ink on his bicep. “I wanted to smack you when you pulled the ring out. When you told me I was marrying you, I was opening my mouth to say yes. Until you started talking about it being over. I just couldn’t believe you were saying what you really meant while you were telling me all the right things about Justin being important to the both of us, but no kids, no discussion. It tore me up, I could have you yet I couldn’t have you. For five seconds I hated you so much, I wanted to scream, and tear everything around us apart.” Annoyingly, tears fall, his fingers come up to wipe them away.

“I know and I’m sorry, it wasn’t my proudest moment. I told myself I was being thoughtful in letting you go so you could have what you wanted, but I wasn’t. Taking it away from you as a real choice, I saw it wasn’t. I went home and I was sure I’d messed up so badly you would never let me near you again.

That’s when I needed to go see Justin, I felt like I needed to know more about you. Needing to be close to you, even when I knew I shouldn’t be there. I realized just how badly I had fucked up when I met this amazing kid. He’s a good kid because of you. There you were, taking care of a kid while you were still one. You had done it all so right, I couldn’t believe it. Justin being a genius had nothing to do with you, but you nurtured him. You took him to all the places he could learn and expand his mind. A kid knows when he’s resented, he never felt that from you, not for a second.

While you two don’t look very much alike, all I could think was he was yours. You didn’t do what had to be done, you did what he needed. I remember thinking, she is going to make our kids fucking awesome. Knowing everything, as easily as I changed my mind about marriage when I saw you the second time, I changed my mind about having kids if you wanted them.”

I’m kissing him down his neck, loving the way he shivers. Then I see it on his back, a massive dragon covering his entire back in a solid black ink. “I had no idea I had a thing for tattoos, why the hell am I wet looking at this tattoo on your back? How did I miss this so far? When did you do this? How long did it take?”

Drake pushes me back down into the bed, “When I was young and stupid, playing up the Dragon thing. It was in celebration of making my first million all on my own. If you think I’m arrogant now, you would have hated me ten years ago. I was an obnoxious prick, I promise I’ll tell you later. Right now, I’ve been hard for you for so long it’s starting to get painful.”

His kiss is hungry and the feel of him hard against my stomach tells me how painful. Trying to pull him close, he pulls away almost immediately. “No, sweetheart, not yet. Remember what I told you last night? We’re going to do all the things I dreamed about and we’re going to do them very slowly.”

Thick fingers find the gush of liquid anticipation at his words and he murmurs his approval as his tongue tastes me slowly. His fingers play in my juices and he slides a finger down to my ass. Gasping at the feeling, I moan for more and Drake pushes into me. The sensation has me greedy for more and I’m pleading. A shiver snakes up my spine as his tongue licks deep while he pushes his finger deeper inside me. It feels so good and my hands are frantically digging into the bed. Pushing my hips up for more, I feel the small, silky toy push inside.

Hot breath is against my skin, “Any pain, sweetheart?”

“No, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop, Drake.”

“Perfect.” He whispers, as pushes the toy deeper inside me. My entire focus is on the tingles I feel at the toy inside me. For a moment I forget his mouth until he begins paying attention to my throbbing clitoris. I’m shaking as he begins to work the toy in and out. My body feels like it’s on overload when he pushes it as deep as it will go, and I come with a scream.

Warm arms are holding me

close as I come down. Pressing close against him, I feel the toy still inside me. “I’ve always heard it was painful and didn’t feel good. It didn’t hurt at all and felt amazing.”

With a chuckle he holds me tighter, “Not trying to scare you, sweetheart, it’s called a starter kit for a reason. It’s only three inches deep and one inch around. I’m eight and a half inches and almost three inches thick. There’s also the problem many men don’t take care of their women first and make sure she’s ready. They think a little lube and they’re good. A common misconception for men is we’re always ready to go so we forget it takes more than few kisses for you to be ready.”