My climax rushes through me, curling my toes. The intense pleasure drags a moan from somewhere deep out of me around his shaft, which I have my mouth clamped around.
Before I can think Ruben has me off him, on my back with him looming over me as he slides his penis all the way inside me.
He gives me a quick kiss before moving to suck one of my nipples into his mouth—nibbling and sucking while pinching and rolling the other with his finger and thumb. My * is still hypersensitive from my orgasm as he slowly starts to withdraw to the tip of his shaft before entering me again just as slowly.
Every muscle in his body is straining over me while he tries to contain the passion running through his body as he keeps his hips rocking in slow motion. He was so close to coming so holding back now must be killing him.
I wrap my legs around his waist and reaching down with my hand, I massage his sack.
“Fuck,” he cusses and starts to really thrust into me. With one last rub between his legs, I bring my arms up and wrap myself around him.
Another orgasm is starting to build inside me and as I feel the firecracker starting to go off, I bite down on Ruben’s shoulder as he thrusts up into me one last time before holding me down. His cock twitches with his release inside me. My climax follows, clamping around his shaft, pulling and sucking him deeper inside me while I writhe under him in the pleasure of our joint release.
Ruben collapses on top of me as my legs go slack around him.
When he tries to roll off me, my arms tighten around his shoulders. “No. I want you to stay.”
“I’m not going anywhere. But I’m too heavy.”
He slides a hand beneath me and clutching my bottom, he rolls us over so I’m lying sprawled on top of him, his cock still buried deep.
“I don’t have any words to describe that. You are so fucking hot baby. I want you to only ever wear these,” he says sliding his hand inside the top of my stay ups. “Nothing else. Just these sexy pieces of silk.”
“Anything for you.” I squeeze my internal muscles and smile when I hear a hiss escape between his lips.
“Babe,” he presses me tight against him and thrusts up into me, “you have to stop doing that. You’ve taken it out of me. I need about twenty-four hours to recover.”
Chuckling, I do it again. “Yeah, right. I can feel you inside me—enlarging. You’re recovery time is more like five minutes.” I wiggle on him and feel him enlarge even more.
“Oh Baby, that feels good…But we have to get ready. If you’re feeling up to it that is.”
I raise a brow in question.
“We’re supposed to be meeting Sabrina, Carla and Sylvia downstairs. Thirty minutes ago. I may have texted Ramon and Lucien to meet us as well.”
I start to laugh. “You’re match making?”
“Don’t be silly. Guys don’t match make.”
Placing a gentle kiss to his lips, I say, “Maybe not, but guys who care about their brothers might. And for what it’s worth I think it’s sweet. It makes me love you all the more because of the love you have for your family and the way you show that love.” I kiss him again. “And don’t say anything cocky to ruin what I’ve just said.”
He gives me a crooked smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it baby. Besides, I’m hoping you’ll be calling them your family one day soon, but of course, for that to happen you’ll have to marry me first.”
I blink a few times wondering if I’m hearing things. Did he just propose to me in his roundabout way?
“Um.”
“Baby, I’m dying here. Will you answer the question?”
“You didn’t ask a question,” I reply as my grin starts to spread across my face.
His eyes widen in surprise before his grin matches mine. “I love you. Only you. Will you make an honest man out of me by becoming my wife? Will you marry me Rosie?”
There is only one answer I can give him. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
And with those words Lucien and Sabrina are forgotten as we celebrate our engagement as only two people in love can.
THE END
Epilogue 1 ~ Lucien
Letting the whiskey slowly work its magic with the burn numbing me from the inside out, I watch the woman who’s not far from my thoughts dancing with someone else. When that someone should be me. When that someone would have been me five years ago.
When Sabrina had first arrived back from London and started spending her time with Lily, I thought my preoccupation with her was because of my lack of female company over the past years since the accident and fire. But my hang up with her is getting beyond a joke. I don’t want or need a woman in my life. I can’t have a woman in my life.