Chapter 38

Kendra

It was going to be all about him. I figured that he deserved it. Although we were taking things slow, I was starting to get worried that we were perhaps taking things a little too slow. I feared that he may have taken that expression as an excuse to never move forward, as men are wont to do. So needless to say, I was more than a little happy with his proposal that I move in with him. And also, that he was so willing to let me pay my way, too. He really had grown over the last month.

So yes, it was up to me to show him just how grateful I was.

I pushed him onto the edge of the bed the moment we entered the room. “Make yourself comfortable,” I urged. He didn’t need to be told twice. He knew exactly what was coming. That was the way that it had become with us by that point. We were both so in tune with one another’s bodies and desires that we didn’t even need to speak.

The moment he was down, I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants. He was already hard, in fact, I couldn’t remember a time that wasn’t the case. He liked to claim that I turned him on more than any girl he had ever been with, and so far, he had proved it time and time again.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick, throbbing erection with delight, licking my other hand before grabbing the top of his shaft. Then, with my two hands wrapped firmly around him, I began to slowly stroke him. As I did, I leaned forward, letting saliva drip from my mouth and dribble onto the top of his cock. I then ran my hand over his head, getting it all nice and wet.

He let off a loud moan as he fell backwards, enjoying the way that I worked him. Then, without further ado, I took him in my mouth. Even after a full month, I still loved the way he tasted and felt inside my mouth. I loved the feel of his shaft as I ran my tongue up it. I loved to feel his dick pulsate and throb as I tried to fit the whole thing down my throat. And I loved how he moaned when I ran my tongue from the tip of his head, all the way down to his balls, which I then sucked on.

My plan was to spend the entire night pleasuring him and him only. But it seemed that he had different plans. No sooner had I taken my mouth off his cock, just to take a breath, did he sit straight up, pulling me onto him. We kissed as my hand wrapped around his shaft. His hand found my skirt. He wiggled the skirt off me, following this with my thong. I knew what he wanted before he even gave any indication.

Still holding onto his member, I slowly spun myself around. He lay flat on his back as I parked myself directly over his face, over his hungry mouth. His hands wrapped around my booty, and he pulled me down onto his mouth. A shiver sent itself up my spine as his tongue licked my lips, and another positively made my knees buckle as his tongue found my engorged clit.

As he licked my pussy, I sucked his cock. It was hard, as I was unable to concentrate while being so thoroughly devoured, but I did my best. At least, for as long as I could. The problem was that he was just so good that within moments, his cock had all but been forgotten as I sat up, squeezing my breasts together and moaning in delight. I wriggled my hips, moving them around his tongue and mouth. He licked, sucked, and nibbled. I hung onto his cock for support, but was unable to put it back in my mouth. I just couldn’t concentrate.

But I didn’t want to come. Not yet. With great difficulty, I pulled myself from his mouth, saddling myself forward while still facing his feet. I then got on my knees, crawling forward so that his dick was pointing up directly under my now dripping wet pussy. I pressed my lips onto his head, teasing it, pretending to put it in before pulling away.

He groaned, grabbing my ass and trying to force me to sit on it. I danced around it for a few more seconds, enjoying the way that his cock shivered every time it thought it was entering me. And then it did. Unable to wait any longer, I finally sat down, taking all of him inside of me. Every single time he entered me, every single time, it felt like the first. He was so big, both in length and girth, that I sucked in through my teeth, arching my body as he slid inside me. It almost hurt, it penetrated me so much, and for a moment, I thought I was going to pop. But then I didn’t.

Once he was totally inside of me, his hands on my ass helped me move, and I began. I bobbed up, making sure that his entire length slid from my pussy lips as they made to exit, only for me to then come back down. And as I went down, I ground my hips forward, my clit rubbing against his shaft. Up, down, back, and forth, I moved, getting faster and faster as I went. This was his favorite position, and I knew I could make him come easily from it. But I also knew that I could make myself come.

We almost always came together. It was just so simple to do, like it was meant to be. In fact, I never came without him, and he, well sometimes he couldn’t help it, but he always tried his best. That night, I knew that we would, too.

I felt it in my toes first. They went cold and then numb. That numbing sensation then spread up my legs and through my body. But soon, the numbing turned to fire, and the fire threatened to erupt inside of me. As this was happening, I increased my speed, never slowing down, never letting up. And as I did, I could feel him, also increasing his movements. His cock pounded at my pussy, working it like it never had before. Ravaging it. Destroying it. Devouring it.

And then we came together. As we did, I let out a scream, he a moan. Our howls filled the bedroom and most likely echoed to the streets outside and below. He sat up, wrapping his arms around me while still inside me, and I kissed his arms and any part of him that I could. We then fell backwards into my sheets, wrapped in one another’s arms and were left to wonder for the hundredth time if that was the best we had ever had.

“Can I confess something?” I asked as I lay in his arms. There was something on my mind that I had wanted to get off my chest since he asked me to move in.

“Of course,” he answered, taking me by the hand and kissing it.

“I’m a little surprised that you asked me to move in with you. I thought for some reason that you were going to propose tonight.”

“What?” he sputtered, suddenly ripping his arms from under me as he sat up frantically. “You thought I was going to propose?”

“Only for a second. When you were stammering and carrying on. Jesus, I’m sorry.” I noticed him getting more and more nervous. Like really nervous. His breathing had definitely increased, and it looked like a new layer of sweat slicked his amazing body. “Sorry to scare you.”

“Scare me?” He attempted a fake laugh, as if the whole thing was no big deal to him. But it didn’t come out quite the way he had hoped. “Who said anything about being scared?”

“You clearly are. But don’t worry. I’m not forcing you to propose. I was just making a statement.” I tried to calm him down. Well, that was my goal initially, but then something hit me. “But it’s really good to know where you are with that, too.” His reaction, I had realized, was totally over the top. Like, ridiculously so. I hadn’t even said that I wanted it, just that I thought he was going to, and then he had flipped out.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Look, you know that we discussed this. We’re taking it slow, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“And didn’t I just ask you to move in with me? Didn’t I break your rule already once tonight?” He continued looking at me very seriously.

“I guess so.”

“Look. I do want to marry you. You have to believe that. Just right now, I think we need to stay in the slow lane for the time being. Just until we know, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed, letting out a sigh.

He was right of course. Taking it slow was probably the best option. I just wished that he wasn’t so married to the idea. The last month, everything had been going amazingly. Better than that, even. As we already had so much history, it felt like we had been dating for years, too, not weeks. I honestly felt like marriage wasn’t that big of a stretch. But clearly, he did.

“Can you do me a favor?” asked a visibly more relaxed Grant as he slid back into the bed. “I bought a new hand cream I want to put on. It’s in my top drawer. Can you grab it for me?”

If this request sounded odd, it really wasn’t. He was big on grooming and probably owned more lotions than I did. As such, I leaned over his prostrate body toward the bedside dresser. Reaching it, I popped open the drawer, and my mouth fell open in shock.

Sitting in the drawer was only one thing, and it wasn’t a new hand cream. It was a small, velvet covered box, open. And inside the box was an engagement ring.

“Grant.” I didn’t know what to say. I could barely speak. Surely, it was some sort of mistake?

“Kendra.” He was up and out of the bed, grabbing the ring before I even realized that he had moved. The next second he was down on one knee, naked. “I love you more than I ever thought I would be able to love someone. I thought that you moving in here would be enough. But it isn’t. I could see you all day, every day, and it wouldn’t be enough. I know you wanted to take it slow. But I’m not okay with that. So, Kendra Lange, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” I screamed, leaping off the bed and throwing myself in his arms. As he went to catch me, he lost his footing, tumbling backwards onto the floor with me on top of him.

I didn’t need to think about it. There was no need. I had wanted to marry him since we had first started taking things slow. Heck, really since that night at the restaurant when he had me sucking on that chocolate dildo. Although back then, I didn’t know what those feelings were, just that they were strong. As such, yes was the only answer that I could possibly give. And it was one that I knew I would never regret.

“Just promise me one thing,” Grant said, still laying on the ground, me on top of him.

“Anything,” I said.

“That we pick the furnishings together next time. No more Egyptian rugs.”

“We’ll see,” I joked, kissing him on the lips. He returned my kiss, too. And the two of us lay on the hardwood floor, not even feeling it. At that moment, we may as well have been floating.