The Summer Proposal

Her words had been bold, yet I still sensed hesitance on Georgia’s face as she walked over to my side of the table. So I figured I should slow things down a little. “Do you want to take the wine out on the balc—”

Georgia collided with me, jumping up and wrapping herself around me like a koala. I stumbled back a few steps.

She crushed her lips to mine. “No wine,” she breathed. “Just you.”

I’d been looking for her to take a baby step so I knew she was ready, but this… This was so much fucking better. There was nothing sexier than a woman who knew what she wanted and decided to take it. I carried her to the bedroom and set her down.

“You went to so much trouble, ordering wine and having the table set with romantic candles, and here I am attacking you,” she said. “You didn’t even get to finish eating.”

“No problem, sweetheart. I’m happy to fuck you full of romance instead.” I dropped to my knees. “And I’m about to eat until I’m finished…”

Five minutes ago, I’d been perfectly fine taking things slow, but now I couldn’t get my mouth on her fast enough. I stripped her out of her leggings and practically ripped the thong from her body. Guiding her to lie back on the bed, I pulled her ass to the edge and salivated as I got a look at her beautiful pussy. She was mostly bare, except for a thin strip of hair, and when I spread her legs wide, her feminine smell made me want to dive in and never come out.

Georgia’s back arched off the bed as I lapped at her, flattening my tongue and licking her one end to the other, then teasing her clit with tiny circles. When she moaned, any hope of trying to go slow went to hell. It wasn’t enough for just my tongue to be on her, I needed to bury my entire face—cheeks, jaw, nose, and tongue—into her sweetness. She began wiggling around as she moaned, so I reached up and held her in place with one hand while my other slipped two fingers inside.

“Oh…Max…oh!”

She was tight; the wall of her muscles gripped my fingers, as she said my name over and over. The more she moaned, the faster I pumped. Georgia reached down and grabbed my hair, yanking and digging her fingernails into my scalp. When her voice started to get thready, and I knew she was on the edge, I sucked harder on her clit until I felt her pulsating around my fingers. After her body went slack, and she released her death grip on my hair.

Wiping my face on the back of my hand, I dragged myself up and over her. I was hard as a rock, more turned on than I’d been in ages, and she hadn’t even laid a finger on me yet.

“Wow.” A goofy smile crossed her face as she blinked her eyes open. “Now I feel like an idiot.”

My brows dipped together. “Why?”

“For making you wait when you could’ve been doing that the last month?”

I chuckled. “I’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“What?”

“I’m dying to see you completely naked. I have been since the night we met.”

I laughed. “I think that can be arranged.”

She shook her head. “No, I like…want at least a full minute of leering time.”

I kissed her lips. “You want the light on for your show?”

Her eyes grew wide, and the biggest smile stretched across her face. “That would be awesome.”

Let’s face it, if this woman told me she wanted me to cluck like a damn chicken, I’d be doing it. So I reached over her head, gathered all the pillows into one tall pile, and then dragged her up the bed and propped her against them. “Comfy for your show?”

She grinned and nodded.

I reached over to the nightstand and flicked on the light before climbing off the bed. Once we were both naked, there was no way I was going to waste any time, so I went to my suitcase and pulled out a strip of condoms from the hopeful box I’d brought. Tossing them next to her, I stood at the end of the bed and started my little striptease by reaching up and behind me to tug my shirt over my head.

Georgia rubbed her hands together. “Eeep. I wish I had some dollar bills to tuck into your pants.”

“Would be a waste. They aren’t staying on for that long.” I yanked my sweats down, stepped out, and kicked them to the side. Standing in just my boxer briefs, I looked up to find Georgia’s playful smile gone, replaced by something I recognized very well at this moment—need. She swallowed, and my eyes moved to her throat. I loved my hands wrapped around it, but I couldn’t wait to be inside it, too. Her eyes dropped to the outline of my cock, so I fisted it through my underwear, sliding my hand up and down a few times. When she licked her lips, I gave it a good, firm squeeze before hooking my thumb into the corners and bending to peel the last layer of clothing off.