I lean into the kiss before I am even certain what is happening. His hand cups my chin and controls my head. With my head lifted towards him, his lips are on mine. I can taste nothing but the flavor of him, clean and masculine and raw.

When his tongue slips between my lips, I let out a moan, meeting it with my own. My back arches, my chest press up against him. He explores the stretch of silky skin at my hip, and slowly moves lower, lower. He drags out every moment, an exquisite torture.

I slide his jacket off his shoulders hungrily while he grabs my thigh and drapes it across his lap, leaving me exposed. His hand travels up toward my center, kneading and squeezing my thigh as he goes.

When his fingers brush my core, he finds me already wet.

“This?” he says, his voice gone to gravel. He teases my crevice again with the lightest of touches. “This is mine.”

I can do nothing but gasp and nod.

He grins and squeezes my ass as he pulls me on top of his lap. As I straddle him, I can feel his cock between my legs, wrapped in his jeans. I’m already wet, but can’t help grinding against him. Even through his pants, I feel his heated weight, and I’m ready for him to tear off the rest of our clothes and fuck me right this second.

It’s never that easy or fast with Jameson, though. He likes to take it slow, to tease and torture me.

His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw and travels to my neck. The light cotton of the dresses neckline stops him, and he growls. With one hand—the other still firmly on my backside—he pulls the straps down my arms, baring me to the waist. It falls quickly around my waist and exposes my breasts.

A part of me feels suddenly shy, even though this was far from our first time together. Jameson smirks at my shyness. “You know that you are probably the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?”

His hand snakes below the folds of the dress, which is now solely held against my body at the waist. He holds me up above him so my nipples meet his mouth. I feel his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, dangerously close to my pussy, as the warmth of his mouth consumes one nipple, and the other.

I whimper as I feel my nipples harden against his tongue. I want desperately to be lower, to be able to rub myself against his cock again, but he keeps me firmly poised inches above his lap.

I squirm, and his hands that clutch my bare ass shift closer to my center. His fingers slowly, slowly spread me apart. The ache of emptiness is unbearable.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he tells me between sucks on my nipples.

“Stop teasing me,” I say, frustrated.

“Is this what you want?” he asks as he lowers me back down.

Instead of letting me go completely, he slid a finger inside my pussy and pushes his thumb against my clit. I shudder at the surprise of it—and the pleasure of having some part of him inside me.

I can't bring myself to reply, but I move against his hand eagerly. His hands are deft, with practiced flicks against my G-spot and just enough pressure on my clit to get me halfway to orgasm. But no closer.

I kiss him deeply, eyes squeezing shut. All I want is to come.

“Slow down,” he tells me. “Enjoy the ride, princess.”

There is a part of me that thought maybe he’ll just stop. Maybe it is all just a game, a power trip. I ride his hand harder, lifting my head, and offer my breasts to his lips again. He spanks me once once on my ass, hard.

“I said slow down,” he growls.

The slap surprises me, but even as the sting fades and I feel my ass turning red, I also feel a new gush of wetness between my thighs. My pussy is on fire, and I need him like I’ve never needed him before.

He slips his finger out of my pussy and flips me onto my back. The coolness of the bed is a shock to my skin. He kneels and spreads my legs wide.

“You really are ravishing,” he tells me. “And I’m about to ravage you.”

I smile and let my head fall back as he kisses his way down my thighs. When he reaches my mound, he kisses his way across it, trailing his tongue against my sweat-slicked skin. He comes so close to tasting me, really tasting my pussy, and yet he pulls back.

I shake my head back and forth, ready to burst.

“Fuck! Jameson, come on!” I cry, pounding my fists.

“What do you want?” he asks me, smirking.

“Jameson, please,” I say, arching my back as far as I can.

“You’re going to have to tell me,” he says tauntingly.

I bite my lip just as he blows lightly on my clit.

“I want you to eat my… eat my pussy,” I say, going red as I say the words.

“Good girl.” He grins before he lowers himself to my flesh.

His tongue runs across my clit, firm and slow, before it dips down into the deepest of my folds. I cry out and dig my fingers into his hair to hold him closer to me.

“Oh god. Oh, Jameson!!” As he works his tongue faster, I can't stop calling out his name. When he slid a finger into me again, I reach for my breasts and pinch my nipples.

I don’t want to come, not like this. Not without giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“I want to taste you,” I say, breathless. He pulls his finger from my body and leaves a flutter of kisses on my clit.

“What about you? Don’t you want to come?” he asks, even as he unbuckles his trousers and I slip completely out of the dress.

“I want you to feel good first… and then I want us to come together,” I say.

When he unzips and shows me his cock, I bite my lip. I know I’ve seen it all before, but his cock is so perfect, so thick and long, so perfectly pink. That ache that throbbing deep inside of me doesn’t have a chance of stopping.

I reach for him, but he stops me.

“How about a little dessert?” he asks, and pulls a can of whipped cream up from its hiding place on the floor.

“Yesss,” I say, my excitement growing by the moment.

He spread the cool sticky slickness across my breasts—and along his shaft. He straddles my chest and takes my hands in his.

“Press your tits together,” he encourages me. “They’re already so fucking hot, you know that?”

I blush, eagerly pressing my breasts together. As soon as I do, he slides his cock between my breasts, the tip reaching to my mouth. I lick and suck at him like a starving creature. The heat of his length between my breasts and the sweetness of the cream blended with his own taste in a way that is intoxicating.

He keeps one hand loosely on my head and caresses my cheek while he watches me take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. He rises up, brushes my hands away from my breasts, leans down and kisses me. He laps up every last bit of the cream, from my lips to my swollen nipples.

“Every part of you tastes so good,” he whispers. I want to tell him the same, but my jaw aches and my lips are numb from sucking on just the couple of inches he gave me.

Standing up, he stretches briefly.

I laugh. “What are you doing?”

“I want to fuck you properly,” he says. “I gotta stay flexible, you know?”

His grin is infectious. I grin right back at him, crooking a finger. “Come here.”

Jameson climbs on the bed, looming over me.

When he penetrates me, I am shockingly tight. It feels so fucking good. I feel every single inch of him as he thrusts his long, proud cock inside my body.

“Are you okay?” he asks me.

“Yes, yes,” I breathe into his ear. “Please… I want you to fuck me. Please, Jameson.”

He buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. He takes his time, sliding in and out of my pussy oh so slowly.

When he teases me, lingering with barely his tip inside me, I struggle and demand that he go deep. Every time he slides against my g-spot, I scratch at his back and call out his name.

“Jameson, yes! Oh, please don’t stop.”

I am so wet it is almost unbelievable. He kisses me, slowing even though I just told him not to.

“Not so fast. I want you to slow it all down. Get on top,” he tells me. “I want to watch you.”

I bite my lip, and he switches our positions. On his back, he watches me straddle him. My hair has come undone and hangs in knotted waves over my breasts. He reaches up, pushes the hair aside, and pulls my nipples. I look down and grasp his cock to bring him to my opening.

He moves his hands to my hips.

“Slowly,” he tells me. “Remember what I said.”

I let my weight fall onto him, but he holds me up. I blush again. He seems to want to watch me take his cock into my pussy.

“Please,” I whisper when he is halfway in. He pulls me down, hard, onto him. I throw my head back and call out.

My nails dig into his chest and he clutches my ass as I ride him. It’s perfect, the two of us moving as one, our breathing harsh. My breasts bounce wildly. Every part of his skin feels like silk underneath my fingertips. My wetness is so intense it drips down between his thighs.

My eyes close tight and I grind hard against him.

“Look at me,” he tells me.

I open my eyes and he can tell I am close.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” he says, his dark eyes intense on mine.

“I love you too,” I whisper, my breath coming in gasps.

He pushes himself up and wraps my legs around his back. From here, he is in complete control — and my nipples are once again aligned with his face.

He lifts me and lowers me onto his cock, while he covers my chest in marks that I knew would darken to hickeys by the next day. I score his back with my nails, marking him in my own way.

My legs are locked around him, his lap soaking with my juices.

“I—” I gasp out. “I’m going to come…”

He can feel my orgasm start to wash over me as the heat of my insides clench. It is enough to push him over the edge and he comes with me. When he explodes inside of me, I scream out loud.

“Fuck! Emma, fuck,” he whispers.

I shudder against him as I ride out the last of my orgasm. He kisses my neck gently and makes his way to my lips.

Jameson lies beside me, lining our bodies up and holding me close as I struggle for breath. He’s breathing hard too, but he kisses my neck, my shoulder, the curve of my breast. Each kiss is a burning brand, causing a shudder to ripple across my exhaust body.

I want to beg him to stop, but I also want to have him again, right now. There’s something about him that just makes me insatiable. He looks up at me, then presses a kiss to my lips.

“Fuck,” he says softly, making eye contact with me.

I can’t help but laugh a little. “What?”

“Just… I was going to do this later, after I had ask your father…” He sits up, searching the floor. “I can’t wait, though. Not with you.”

I raise myself up on one elbow, cocking my head. “What are you talking about?”

Jameson pulls on his boxer briefs and keeps searching, though I can’t for the life of me figure out what he’s looking for. He finally finds his discarded pants, fishing something out.

When he turns to me, he says, “You’re going to want to be sitting up for this.”

I sit up, grabbing a pillow to put in my lap. “I’m sorry, for what exactly?”

Then Jameson drops to one knee, a solemn look on his face. I’m completely confused for a second, until he flashes me a little black velvet ring box. My hands fly to my mouth, and I look at him.

He opens the box with a snap. Inside a perfect diamond glints, an emerald cut set with baguette diamonds beside it. I can’t even process it.

“What??” I whisper. “Oh, Jameson…”

He shushes me. “Shh, let me do this properly. Emma Alderisi, you’ve known for years what I’ve only recently come to realize. We were meant to be together. I know it in my soul. You’re smart, and kind, and you always have my back. Will you also take my last name?”

I’m so astonish, my mouth just hangs agape. Jameson gives me a smile, my favorite one that is part dimple, and asks the question.

“Emma, will you marry me?”

My eyes well up, and I have to fan myself as I nod. “Yes. Oh my god, yes.”

He pulls the ring from the box, motioning for me to give him my hand. I do, tears beginning to roll down my face. He is all smiles as he puts the ring on me.

I launch myself off the bed and into his arms, knocking him over on the floor. He laughs out loud, a truly delighted sound. Then he can’t do anything but grin as I cover his entire face with kisses.

“I love you,” I say, feverishly kissing his lips.

He tries to say something back, probably I love you too. But I’m not listening, not even one little bit. This man, this wonderful man who just makes my entire world complete, has many more kisses to receive.

And I happen to be the lucky girl that gets to deliver them.