Gold Fever

"No.” She couldn't help it—tears began to fall down her cheeks. She shook her head, thrashing against her bonds.

"Why not?” He caught her chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing her to make eye contact.

He was going to make her say it? “Because you don't love me. I need to know you love me and you don't."

"Oh, but Barbara, I do love you.” He looked at her so seriously that she knew he was telling the truth. She could see straight into his soul at that moment.

"Then why didn't you say it?"

"Stupidity?” He arched one eyebrow high. “I don't know. I guess because I never had to say it before, but when I thought about losing you, I just knew I couldn't let you go out of my life without a fight, because I love you."

"Show me."

"What?"

"Show me that you love me. I want to hear the words and I want to feel it. I want to feel that you love me."

"Baby, it would be my pleasure.” He grinned at her, his hands worked her breasts tenderly, and then in a hot needy passion he could hardly suppress. She could feel his hard manhood tenting his trousers. His cock seated itself in the sensitive juncture of her thighs. He ground against her in his need, and she thrust her hips upward at him, wanting to capture him. Hastily he got up and shed his clothing.

Her eyes hungrily fed on his muscled and well-contoured body. Vincent was well built, his strong muscles chiseled from the long hours of working the gold mine. His cock jutted from the nest of hair below, bent up at the tip slightly. She wanted to suck him, to taste him, but perhaps later they could finish it. Right now all she wanted to feel was him pounding inside of her, taking her with the urgent need she felt claiming her.

"What do you want, sugar?” He said tenderly, leaning over her to kiss her hand and trace kisses along the inner wrist and towards her body. “I love you so much right now."

"Oh, God, Vince, just fuck me like you mean it."

Vincent positioned himself over her body, probing her with the tip of his cock before sinking deep into her welcoming flesh. She moaned out in pleasure. He pulled out slightly and pressed back in deeper, his balls slapped against her tender behind. Her hips moved in rhythm with the grinding of his flesh. Working his cock into her core, she tightened around him.

He hardened even more, sensing her driving need, and met her thrust for thrust. He pumped her hard, trying to reach the center of her being with the head of his cock. “Does this feel like I mean it, baby?"

"God, yes! No one fucks me like you do, Vince.” She bucked under him, writhing in ecstasy against her bonds.

"That's because I loved you. I've always loved you, Barbara.” He purred back in her ear, his tempo rising. Sensing her body was near her plateau, he slid two fingers between their tight, wet bodies to play with her clit, sending her over the edge of heaven.

He came inside of her, his body releasing the last bits of his seed, spilling into her womb. Her tight vaginal muscles clenched around him, sucking him dry.

Vince withdrew from Barbara before he released her arms, and she felt her wrists for a moment, examining the red chafed skin. It would heal, she thought to herself. It was a small price to pay in the name of love, and what a lover she had gained. Vincent always could make her senses spin out of control. He was not just a good lover, but a great lover.

* * * *

They lay in each other's arms, and then it occurred to Vincent that he had not elicited her promise to marry him. With all they had just shared, and all that she had told him, not once did she say that she would marry him. “For the last time, will you marry me, Barbara Lane, and be my wife? Have my children and share my life? It would make me the happiest man in the world right now to hear you say yes."

"Yes."

Words couldn't describe his joy at that moment, so instead he silently smiled and sealed the deal with a kiss.

* * * *

James Wesson was surprisingly easy to let down. He didn't seem to even care that she broke off the engagement. Which made it easier to break it off, since neither of them loved the other.

Vincent was at her side while she explained to James the wedding was going to be cancelled, and Vincent escorted her back to her bedroom to pack.

She heard the latch of the door behind them and turned around in surprise to see him locking the door.

"We wouldn't want this hotel room to go to waste, would we?” he said in a seductive voice. Her body reacted immediately, her insides turning to mush, moisture gathering between her legs. If he only knew the things he did to her with just a look. That sexy, hungry look in his eyes made her feel like he wanted to devour her on the spot.

"I guess not, do you have any ideas on how you want to use it, Vince?"

"I have a few. Do you have a girlfriend you might be interested in inviting up?” He enfolded her in his arms, and she arched her neck, exposing the tender flesh to his kisses. “I have always wanted to use my favorite position with you, but we are one girl short."

"As a matter of fact, I did meet this girl named Kitty..."