Steamy pleasure

Steamy pleasure

Something cold and heavy slipped onto my finger. When I looked down to see what it was, the most gorgeous ring was perched on the fourth finger of my left hand. Antique, ornate, and huge a hexagonal deep-purple amethyst, set in platinum with diamonds, glittered up at me. I held it in the glow of the garden light so I could really get a good look. It was magnificent, beautiful and far too extravagant for me, but I loved it mostly because Ethan had chosen it. My hand shook and the tears started. I couldn't have stopped them for anything. It was a good thing he'd just said he didn't mind my tears because they would be dripping all over him in another moment. These were definitely of the joyful variety, though..

"I-I want to m-marry you. I d-do. I love you so much, Ethan." My words came out on a sob. I just was so overcome by him I could hardly absorb everything. and I'm sure my state of hyper-hormonal didn't help either.

Ethan picked up my hand and kissed it, the familiar brush of his goatee paired with his warm lips comforted me in a way that I couldn't describe with words. He just made me feel cherished, and he always had. I belonged to him now, and I was embracing the realization with open arms. It had taken me a bit of time to make it, but I'd gotten there. I had accepted Ethan's love and offered to him my whole self in return. Finally.

I never knew it was possible to be so happy in life.

Whiskers teased my flesh. A hot tongue flicked over my nipple, swirling it into a tight, tingly bud. I arched into his mouth and moaned a luxurious sound of pleasure, which only seemed to spur him on. Somebody was wide awake and in- tent upon making me come before breakfast. The very best way to start my day.

My eyes fluttered open and locked onto his, my waking like a signal light giv. ing the go-ahead to drive on through. I loved waking up to Ethan like this. His weight pressing me down, his hips settled in tight between my legs, his hands pinning mine to the bed. He flared his eyes as his cock filled me up with a determined slide. I voiced my pleasure and arched up to meet as much of him as possible. He just took my mouth with his tongue and found another my body to claim. part of It was good to be claimed by Ethan. So good. He moved slow and steady, building the rhythm up with deep thrusts that ended with a little grind each time he swiveled his hips. I squeezed my inner muscles hard around him, knowing it would help him along and get me to my release that much faster. I was greedy for it these days.

"Not yet, baby. You gotta wait this time," he rasped down at me, "I'm coming with you, and I'll tell you when."

I felt him roll us quickly, settling me on top, but he wasn't content for me to ride him like that. Ethan hefted himself up to sitting position and clutched me hard at the hips so he could maneuver me over his cock, bringing me down very deep with each plunge, our faces within inches of each other's as our bodies connected. He could see everything written in my eyes; how much I loved him, how much I needed him, how much I wanted him.

"Ooooh, God...." I shuddered, trying desperately to control the crash about to consume me, knowing it was impossible because Ethan was a master at giv ing it to me. He was a master at directing the sex too. His dominant nature came out in full force, controlling when I could orgasm. He would make me wait sometimes. Today was one of those times. I had no worries about the even- tuality of where he would take me, though. The waiting just made what was coming at the end so much better.

"You feel like heaven down on my cock," he said, his lips finding mine again, silencing any more words for the moment. "So wet for me... and your tight cunt squeezing me. I love your cunt, baby." I waited for this part of the ritual- the dirty talk from him. Nothing could get me hotter than the stuff that came out of his mouth. Well, maybe what he actually did with his mouth. And his cock. Ethan could get away with saying "cunt" and not make it sound nasty. The word didn't hold the same meaning among Brits anyway. It wasn't the horrific slur here that it was back home. Ethan's erotic ramblings made me insane with lust.

I took him in and let him have me, the merging of our tongues only gaining in intensity as he drilled into me with his cock from below, my movements con- trolled by him, lifting and dropping me over and over again down onto his swelling shaft. I felt him get harder and prayed for the end to swallow me. "Please..." I begged on a whimper that he swallowed up with his mouth and tongue. "Does my beauty want to come?"

"Yes, I want to so badly!"

I felt his hands leave my ass where he'd been guiding me and move up to pinch my nipples. "Say my name when you do."

The sharp sting bit into me, breaking the huge wave of sensation I'd been holding back, allowing the crash to happen. "Ethan, Ethan, Ethan..." I chant- ed, collapsing forward onto him, no longer able to rein in my body. Everything became involuntary for me after that, but I was aware of him climaxing. I heard his harsh groans and I felt the heat of the spurts of cum shooting deep inside me. reminding me that this was how we'd started our baby. Just like this. Our bodies connecting in a wicked frenzy until nirvana occurred and nothing else mattered.

He held me up, his hips grinding slowly to work the very last ounce of plea- sure out of this encounter. I purred against his chest and never wanted to move. Ever.

"Well, good morning to you, Mrs. Blackstone," he said on a soft laugh.

"Mmmmm... it was, wasn't it?" I moved over his hips, and flexed around his cock, still semi-hard inside me, "I'm not Mrs. Blackstone yet." He gasped in a breath, "Easy there, my beauty, don't kill me off before I can make an honest woman of you."

I laughed. "I think I'm more in danger of that than you are. God, you do crazy things to me." I muzzled his lips and nose, loving our time together and the knowledge that Ethan was all mine for the next little while until he had to leave for work.

He was so stretched with the Olympics and working so hard. I was determined to help him in any way I could. Giving him some mind-blowing sex to start off his day was one way, and I got to share in the benefits of that too. "I love doing crazy things to you. I love you." He kissed me sweet and slow. "And you'll be Mrs. Blackstone soon enough, so you might as well get used to me saying it."

"Okay. I think I can do that for you." I splayed out my left hand and looked at my ring again, the dark purple stone looking almost black in the dull morning light. "And I love you too." It still shocked me a little, seeing it there on my hand. I was engaged to Ethan, and we really were getting married. And I really was having his baby. When did the bottom drop out from beneath me? I had to keep telling myself this was not a dream.

"Do you really like the ring?" he asked softly. "I know you like antiques and that was so unusual I hoped you might like it instead of something modern." He held my face to his and rubbed over my jaw with his thumb. "But if you want a different one, just say. I know it's not a conventional engagement ring and I want you happy in all things."

I clutched my left hand with my right one protectively. "I love my ring and you're never getting it back." I teased. "You know, in certain light it almost looks black sometimes. A black stone." I smiled wide at him. He smiled back at me as realization dawned. "Good?"

"Very good. Mr. Blackstone. You have remarkable taste with your gifts, which are far too extravagant but that I love all the same. You spoil me rotten." He rotated his hips down below, reminding me our bodies were still con- nected. "My prerogative, and I've hardly gotten started, baby. Just you wait." He winked. "I haven't given you any gifts," I said, plucking at the sheets bunched under my knees. "Look at me." His voice was all seriousness, the teasing gone.

I lifted my eyes to meet his blazing blue ones.

"Don't say that. It's not true. You've given me this." He took my hand and placed it over his heart. "And this." He put his hand over my heart. "And this." He put both our hands over my belly and left them there. "There are no greater gifts, Brynne."