Queenie
With the sun setting and her feet sinking into the sand, she leaned into Boyd’s chest, admiring the way her ring sparkled in the fading light.
“The stone in the middle is from your mother’s ring,” Boyd explained. “The others are from my grandmother’s.”
“I didn’t even know you went to talk to them.”
“That’s the funny thing about surprises.” He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “You weren’t supposed to know. I’ve known I wanted to propose for a while, but didn’t feel like I deserved it before everyone knew the truth.”
“That’s why you insisted on coming clean.”
“Yes. After that, I went and asked for their blessing.”
“Who else knew?”
“My mom, Luka, Archie, and Oliver.”
She spun in his arms and placed her hand over his heart, sunlight glinting off the diamonds. “I’m going to marry you.”
“Yes, you are.”
“It feels like a dream.”
“It does, but I promise it’s real.”
“I’m your fiancée.”
Boyd’s lips pressed against her forehead, and Queenie blinked away tears. “Yes, you are.” Then he had her up in his arms, heading back to the house. “And now I’m going to fuck you in nothing but that ring.”
Oh, God .
She loved it when he talked dirty. Her lips crashed onto his.
She pressed against the seam of his mouth, begging for entry.
Boyd’s rigid erection urged against her, easing some of the heat that pooled between her thighs.
He kissed like it was an artform, lips firmly moving against hers, even as he laid her down on the bed.
Propping himself on one elbow, his hand slipped up her thigh and under her dress.
“I’m going to make you come all over my cock and then fill you with my cum.”
In response, her legs fell open, welcoming the sensation of Boyd stroking the silky fabric separating her dripping pussy from his teasing fingers. “Please do.”
“Maybe I’ll even fuck you with that pretty little toy still inside your pussy. God, that would feel amazing, wouldn’t it?”
They both panted, breath mingling in the narrow space between them. “Yes, yes it would.”
With a deep groan, Boyd lifted onto his elbows, lust-filled green eyes gazing back down at her. “Strip.”
He let her stand from the bed, but she only turned and swept her hair out of the way. Boyd got the hint, unzipping the dress and expertly unclasping her bra right after. Only then did she face him again and teasingly let the dress fall from her shoulders.
Boyd’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t say a word as she took her sweet time pushing the dress over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. His gaze roamed her body, and she basked in the feeling. No man had ever been able to make her feel so sexy with nothing more than a look.
Once her bra and panties had joined her dress, he held out his hand. “Show me your ring.”
With a pride-filled heart she offered him her hand. He kissed her fingers before lifting her hand above her head, instructing her to spin. Then suddenly she was shoved to the bed on all fours. She gasped as Boyd grabbed her from behind and pushed her onto her elbows.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” His belt snapped and his zipper lowered, then his cockhead met her entrance. “And now you’re mine ,” he husked, running his dick through her folds.
“Always have been,” she whispered, arching her ass towards him.
Boyd blanketed her with his body, nipping at her earlobe. “Say that again.”
“I’ve always been yours.”
“I think that deserves a reward, don’t you?”
Then he was gone. She whimpered, until he returned to the bed with a remote-controlled vibrator. Her body shook in anticipation as he settled behind her and lubed her up with two fingers.
She let out a soft moan when his fingers briefly stroked over her clit.
Then her pussy stretched with the toy being inserted.
It wasn’t even all the way in before Boyd let it hum to life.
She stole another inch, needing to be filled.
Once the toy was buried to the hilt, Boyd added his cockhead to the mix, making her wince.
“I’m sorry,” he husked against her spine, gently placing kisses between her shoulder blades. “I was too hasty.” Boyd tried again with a single finger, the vibrations intensifying as more pressure was added. “Better?”
She nodded, relaxing around the full sensation. “Thank you.”
More kisses to her spine, and the clit stimulator hummed to life. She barely noticed Boyd adding a second finger. Craving more of the feeling, she rocked into him.
“Oh, you’ll be so fucking tight,” he groaned. She peered over her shoulder, the sight of Boyd stroking his cock almost too much to bear. Then she felt the pressure of a third finger. “I’ll come so fast and fill you up good. I’ve been waiting all week to fuck you.”
Though she desperately wanted to watch, the vibrations increased once more and her vision grew blurry. Boyd slowly stretched her, giving her enough pleasure to distract from the discomfort, but not enough to make her come. She knew he wanted to feel that around him, not just the toy.
With sucking kisses spreading over her neck, his cockhead met her entrance once more. “Shh, you’re doing so well,” he hushed, his voice thick with desire.
She focused on the buzz against her clit as he claimed inch by inch. He took her slow, his breathing heavy as he fought to restrain his orgasm.
“Fuck,” he groaned and let out a long breath. “I’m going to come.”
“I want that.”
Boyd gripped her love handles hard enough to bruise, slamming his hips into hers.
The vibrations intensified again and this time it catapulted her over the edge.
Her walls squeezed, pulling Boyd over the edge with her.
Her lungs emptied in a cry as she felt her pussy fill with his cum, tingling all the way down to her toes.
Only Boyd’s arm kept her upright. With shaky breaths, he pulled out, turned the toy off, and gently lowered her to the mattress.
“You are everything,” he softly praised and kissed her cheek. “Now relax and let me clean you.”
Still panting, she rested her head on her arms and closed her eyes. Boyd’s mouth sealed over her pussy, tongue swirling his release out of her and drawing out her orgasm. Even once he was finished and ran his fingertips up her spine, she could still feel the satisfaction of her climax.
“What does my queen need to recharge her energy after such a long day?”
“A long, hot bath with my fiancé might do the trick.”
“Of course, lay here and I’ll start filling the tub.”
“You’ve had a long day too,” she protested, but Boyd had already covered her with a blanket.
She closed her eyes, only opening them again when Boyd scooped her off the bed and carried her to the bathroom bridal-style. Not only had he filled the tub, but a woodsy scent wafted up from the water, and lit candles littered the bathroom.
“Thank you,” she whispered with a kiss to his cheek. “You are so much more than I ever dreamed of calling mine.”
Boyd flushed, adoration warming his deep eyes. “That means everything to me.”
She insisted on setting the ring aside before getting in the water, terrified it would slip off and get lost.
“I have something rather unromantic I would like to talk about,” Boyd admitted after a while.
“And what’s that?”
“When I asked for your father’s permission, he made me promise to always take care of you.
And if one day I fell out of love with you, he asked for me to return you to him and your mother safe and sound.
” He nuzzled his nose behind her ear. “It made me think of a way I could make sure I did that, no matter what happened between us.”
“Have you found a solution?”
“A prenup. One that makes sure you are taken care of even if my heart ever changes.”
“So everything is laid out in front of us?”
“Yes. I don’t want to think about divorcing you before even being able to call you my wife, but…”
“Life happens.”
“Unfortunately.”
A thought crossed her mind, and she giggled to herself. “It’s like car insurance. No one wants to think about getting into an accident, but they still get it just in case.”
“And here I was, terrified to bring this up to you.”
“I think preparing for the worst while working for the best is always the wisest choice.” She turned her head and kissed his cheek. “I have no clue about prenups, but I’m sure we’ll figure this out together, just like everything else.”
“I love you to the moon and back, Queenie Bardot.”
“Soon to be Rickmann,” she corrected.
“Mr. and Mrs. Rickmann,” he hummed, hugging her tighter. “I love it.”
Queenie sank into the hot, bubbly water and the warm embrace of her new fiancé. “I love it too.”