Adriane Leigh - Light in Mourning

He trailed his lips along my skin and murmured, “I can’t get enough of my lips on you. Tasting you. Exploring your beautiful body. I want to be inside you every day. I ache when we’re apart.”

“Oh God,” I moaned and hooked my legs around his waist, pressing my body into his, rubbing and grinding, seeking relief from the tension that was building.

“Let's get married,” he blurted as he ran a hand up and under my shirt.

“What?” My eyes fluttered open. I must have been hearing things. There was no way Tristan just asked me to marry him. Not after we’d only been together a few months. Not after we’d started out on such rocky ground.

“Marry me. I want you every single day for the rest of my life. My day isn’t complete until I wake up to your beautiful face. Your smart mouth. I need it to keep me in line.” A sexy smirk danced across his face.

“Okay, I agree with that last part, but are you nuts?” I shoved him off me.

“Head over heels for you,” he murmured and sucked my earlobe into his mouth.

“Stop, you’re trying to use your talents to sway me.” I giggled and pushed him off me again.

“Whatever it takes, baby.” He grinned unapologetically.

“I’m not marrying you.”

I watched hurt flash across his eyes.

 “I don’t mean that. I mean, I’m not marrying you now.”

“Why?” He watched me, the most endearing, perplexed look on his face, as if he really didn’t understand why I would say no.

“I’ll ask again: are you nuts?”

“I already told you, I’m head over heels for you. Completely drunk on you. If I know one thing for sure, it’s that you and I are it. I told you—you own me.” His voice lowered as he finished.

“I know, but—”

“No buts. It is what it is.” He snaked his hands around my waist and pushed his hips into me. “Say no all you want, Georgia, but I’m not taking it back. You’re mine.”

“Are you saying this because you’re worried because of the letter? Because I have to go back to DC?”

“No fucking way. Not even close. Don’t read more into it than what it is. I want you, end of story.”

“You always want me,” I murmured, referring to his hard as steel erection pressed between us.

“No hiding it, no denying it.” He dipped his head to catch my lips with his. “Come on. Silas and Justin tied the knot.”

I heaved a sigh. “You are relentless.”

“I like getting my way.” He kissed me: exploring, tasting, owning. I popped the button on his jeans and slid them and his briefs over his thighs before I took his cock in my hand.

“I like getting my way too.” I peered up at him from beneath my lashes before dropping down on my knees and lapping at his throbbing dick.

“Fuck.” He sifted his hands through my hair as I worked up and down his length.

“Hands off,” I instructed between licks. “Put them on the counter.” This was about me being in control and denying him what he wanted.

“Christ, Georgia,” I groaned and clutched at the edge of the counter. She sucked so fucking hard, I thought my mind would explode. I wouldn’t last more than a few more strokes, and I knew this was a power play on her part. She was trying to divert my mind from my impromptu proposal and fuck if it wasn’t working. She did own me. And she was just proving that ten times over by dropping on her knees and putting her mouth on me.

“Fuck, I need to touch you,” I moaned and threw my head back, the muscles taut in my throat, my breathing heavy, my chest wracked with desperate pants.

“Can’t get everything you want,” she mumbled around a mouthful of my dick.

“Fuck,” I groaned as my hips thrust involuntarily into her face. My hands fisted around the countertop until my knuckles turned white. “You drive me insane,” I gritted through my teeth. “My dick between your lips is a beautiful thing, but I need to come inside you.” I threw caution to the wind and lifted her up to stand, yanked her pants down her legs and ran my fingers down her wet slit. “Turns you on sucking me off, hey, baby?”

“Yes . . .” she moaned, her beautiful body thrown back in pleasure. I ran my fingers between her lips and pulled at her swollen clit, causing her body to arch and buck into me before I thrust two fingers inside her.

“So fucking hot.” I lifted her shirt with my other hand and ducked my head under the fabric to attach my lips to her nipple. I sucked and elongated the peak, kneading her flesh with my palm. I massaged circles around her clit with my thumb as I thrust my fingers in and out of her until I felt her body quiver and start the descent into falling apart. “Ah, not yet, beautiful.” I pulled my fingers from her body and traced them up her neck to land at her full lips. “You’re going to come with me inside you.” I traced my fingers, wet from her juices, along her lips before plunging them into her mouth. Her eyes shot open and she sucked my fingers as tightly as she’d been sucking my cock just minutes ago. Her chocolate brown eyes peered up at me from beneath thick lashes, hooded and lustful, and driving me to fucking distraction. She looked so innocent, but that was the last thing she was. She embraced her sexuality completely and it was just another reason she owned me completely.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” I pulled my fingers from her mouth and took her lips with mine, devouring her. Tasting her arousal on her lips had my dick rock-fucking-hard and ready to explode if I didn’t get inside her beautiful body soon. I lifted her up on the counter and impaled her. Sheathed myself in her pulsing hot pussy and slammed back and forth.

I brought it straight fucking home because I didn’t have the patience to wait. She was mine and she needed to know it. I had to show her. I took her head in both of my hands and thrust my tongue into her mouth, searching her and invading her just in the same way we were connected as I thrust my cock inside her. I wanted to crawl into her; it was fucking home to have her take me in this way, embracing me. I’d never felt so possessive and loved all in the same moment like I did when Georgia and I came together like this.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she groaned as her pussy clenched my cock like a fist and tremors wracked her body. Her eyes fluttered closed as her arms gave out and she crumpled back on the counter.

“Eyes, I want your eyes when I’m inside you.” I ground my hips into her and circled them around, taking advantage of her orgasm to launch my own. My thighs clenched and my fingers dug into her soft hips as I poured myself into her. I wanted it all with her. My whole fucking future was laid at my doorstep as I revealed myself to her, opened up to her, and saw the next fifty years of our lives together. A white dress, kids, family vacations, a rocking chair on the very same deck of the house we were fucking in right now. I wanted it all and having it with anyone else other than the girl that’d just come undone underneath me wasn’t an option. I just hoped she felt it too.

“I have to go. I promise I won't see him—I have no reason to, but I have to go.” Georgia sat beside me on the newly restored porch as we sipped coffee. Spring rain was misting down around us as we watched the waves roll in. Her first renters were scheduled for this weekend and she’d busted her ass for the last few weeks to get the house in perfect condition. She’d been a nervous wreck. And I’d suspected she'd thrown herself into the rental to forget the parole hearing that was fast approaching. Oh yeah, and that fucking proposal that we hadn’t talked about since it had happened. She’d done a stellar job distracting me with her lips around my dick, but don’t think it hadn’t crossed my mind since. It might have been in the moment and impulsive, a jackass move for me since I didn’t even have a ring for her, but if she would have said yes, I would have carried her off that same day and tied her to me, body and soul, forever.