283- Will you marry me?

283- Will you marry me?
POV Raica:

He possesses my lips again, desperate, ravenous. The wild kiss drains my air. We forget we’re in the mezzanine of my building. He holds my face and pulls our mouths apart.

"Let’s go upstairs before the doorman fines you for indecent exposure or starts jerking off to the show we’re giving him."
"Ouch!" I squeal when I’m thrown over his shoulder.

I pound his back. "You don’t know the way."
"Yes, I do."

He’s not lying — he knows the way from the elevator to my floor as if he were an obstinate patrolman on a mission to reach my apartment. Nick carries me, and I only regain my footing once we’re inside my place. One second — that’s all I stay away from his heat — and then he presses me against the wooden door, a palm on either side, caging me within his arms.

"My Black girl, I missed you so much," he pants, his twitching nose trailing along my shoulder, inhaling my scent. God, it gives me chills. "I’m sorry it took so long. I needed time to rebuild a Nicholas worthy and deserving of your love."
"And did you?" My voice is barely a thread.

He caresses my face, slides up to my hair, and releases the curls pinned in a bun.
"My God, you’re so beautiful!" He presses our foreheads together, breathing my air. My skin burns like embers. "I want you, Bella. I walked through hell to bury my past and overcome it for you. I couldn’t come back without the certainty that I’d make you happy." His lips drag across mine, crushing, savoring them. "I discovered something in that time…"
"What?"

The deep ocean floods my soul.
"The pain I felt didn’t compare to the pain of losing you."

I press our lips together. The kiss consumes everything. His arms lift me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, gripping him tightly, my fingers digging into his hair. He groans, hoarse, without breaking the dizzying kiss. His pelvis searches for space in the heat between my thighs; his hard cock rubs exactly where I need it, even under his jeans. He knows what I crave, what the distance condemned us to. His hands slide down, filling themselves with my ass, kneading the flesh, pushing it against his hips.

I gasp and throw my head back. I lose his mouth, which slides to my jaw, neck, chest. Our sexes grinding in a maddening friction. Suddenly, his lips are on mine again, and he’s in control, guiding us somewhere. I kiss him so hungrily I nearly tear his lips with my teeth. When my ass hits something solid — the counter — I open my eyes. Nicholas is intent on undressing me and succeeds in seconds. I lean forward, planting my heels on the edge of the island. I spread myself wide for his delight. The light above his head is just enough to illuminate his face — his eyes burning with lust, his mouth watering with desire.

"Too damn hot," he murmurs, sliding two fingers along the trembling flesh of my thigh, tracing the path to my pussy, drenched for him. My heart practically beats out of my chest. "So wet, Bella?"
"So wet."

He flashes his filthy smile. Without teasing or foreplay, two of his fingers slide inside me while his thumb presses my slick clit.
"Ohhh…" I bite my lips.

"I missed you, baby." His free hand pulls me closer, and his mouth swallows my moans. His fingers move deeper, coated with my wetness. I whimper and roll my hips forward, too turned on. Our eyes lock, feverish, burning.
"My girl. My woman."
"Fuck…"

He hits a spot that makes my whole body quake. I bite his lower lip and then suck his mouth, wrapping my arms around him, wanting all of him. To my despair, Nicholas prolongs the climax, shifting positions; suddenly I’m on my knees, on all fours for him. On the living room sofa.
"I’m obsessed with this ass." I let out a scream as his slap lands on my butt. Louder, the second one burns and makes my pussy even wetter. "I’m gonna fuck this sweet ass soon, baby."
"Nicholas, faster…" I beg, feeling my legs tremble, craving his cock, his mouth, his fingers — anything to make me cum.

"I confess these months were hell without this sweet pussy. I’m at my limit. It’s hard to keep control with you."

Even without seeing, I know he’s ridding himself of his jeans and boxer briefs.
"Kept yourself chaste for me, Mr. Cactus?"

He tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling me against his chest still covered by a black T-shirt. He positions his face next to mine and murmurs in my ear:
"I’m yours forever, just as you’re mine."
"How do you know no one touched me in this time?" I tease, and the bastard doesn’t even hide his pride.
"I haven’t had to kill anyone lately." His tongue licks my lips, his hand sliding down my spine. Another slap, and another, and one more. There’s no doubt my ass is marked. "You’re mine, fuck!"

Nicholas spreads my cheeks and spits on my ass; his fingers circle the orifice while the head of his cock invades my soaked pussy. I moan like a bitch. Then he thrusts deep, and I hold my breath.
"Fuck…" he growls, thrusting harder, working his hips in deep strokes. My body shakes and burns. "Is this how you like it, baby?"
"Yesss… harder."

He drives deeper; my knees weaken, my nails dig into the upholstery.
"I’m going to taste this sweet ass." Two of his fingers push into my ass; the double pressure tears out a long, whimpering moan. "Does it hurt?" He’s worried, his free hand gripping my waist.
"Nooo…" I touch myself, rubbing my clit with two fingers as Nicholas fucks me doubly. He thrusts. Thrusts. Thrusts his delicious cock. Fuck, it’s so good! "I…"
"Come undone for me, my beautiful…" That hoarse, murmured, sexy voice. It drives me crazy. Disorients me.

Holy shit!

The pressure inside me builds… builds… builds… and the peak of orgasm explodes. I contract around him, the climax tearing through my body. I tremble all over. He keeps burying his cock inside me, fingers in my ass, in that violent, lascivious rhythm.
"Fuck, my Black girl…" the groan escapes hoarse. My pussy squeezes his cock, and then he slows the thrusts, pulling me close, his heavy breath brushing the curve of my neck. His lips lick my ear. He whispers right there: "I love you!"

My chest fills with the warm feeling, with the hot air of his accelerated breathing. I kiss him, receiving from his mouth the groans of his relief. Nicholas stays inside me during the slow exchange between our lips, the frenzy feeding the kiss until I feel empty with the absence of his delicious cock. A second or two later, he lays me beside him on the sofa.

I rest my face on his chest; the frantic beats of his heart lift my thoughts as I unconsciously stroke the curves of his abs. A silly smile wanders across my lips. Nick stays silent, but his hand slides up and down my arm. Before I can ask “what now?”, he’s already answering my thoughts. Although the answer makes no sense at all:

"Will you marry me?"