Chapter 27 Fairy Lights on the Rooftop
Fairy Lights on the Rooftop
Ansel
Spending time with Pascal at the cabin had been wonderful.
In the car on the way back, we made plans on how to improve it, but Pascal never suggested anything that would ruin the magic for me.
We’d need a bigger bed, maybe with some drawers underneath for storage.
For a brief second, I’d wondered how we were going to get it there, but then I’d remembered my boyfriend wasn’t human and could probably carry two beds under his arms like shopping bags without breaking a sweat.
Coming home together had its own kind of magic as well.
My stuff had slowly migrated to Pascal’s apartment.
I now had my half in the closet, shelves in the bathroom, and my nightstand.
Pascal had offered to remodel the study so I could have my own desk in there, but I preferred studying in the kitchen, with the coffee maker right there when I needed it.
We left the duffel with the harness in the hall and unpacked our outdoor gear.
Some of it went straight into the washer.
By the time we were done sorting stuff, it was already eight in the evening.
We couldn’t be bothered to come up with anything complicated for dinner, so we ordered a pizza and ate it lounging on the sofa while watching a rerun of a nineties’ comedy show.
When the box was empty, Pascal grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his lap.
“Can I fuck you right away, or do you need a minute to digest?”
I burst into laughter. “I think I need a minute. Thank you for your consideration. And how about a shower? I must smell.”
He nuzzled under my ear and inhaled loudly. “You do. Like something I’d love for dessert.”
“C’mon Pascal, shower.”
He scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom.
After soaping me up everywhere, lingering in places, he kissed me under the spray until I got breathless.
Thing was, Pascal could simply hold me up on his hands.
He lifted me by my ass, pushed me against the tiled wall, and got on his knees.
I braced myself in the stall corner, my legs folded to my chest and feet dangling, and just hung there while he rimmed me into nirvana.
He pushed his tongue into me on a rumbling growl and ate me out until I lost it, my cries echoing in the bathroom.
Later, we lay on the bed, me the little spoon, and we moved languorously, his cock sliding in and out of me. I felt gloriously full as Pascal rubbed my stomach, his big hand sure and possessive over my womb.
The slow fucks made me feel the precise path of his firm cockhead through my flesh, every thrust igniting a fresh blaze of pleasure. The milk had disappeared, but my nipples remained sensitive, and I pinched them now, delight shooting down into my underbelly.
“Ansel, sweetheart.” Pascal groaned, rolling his hips, sheathing himself deeper inside me. “This is bliss. You make me so fucking happy. You have no idea.”
My grin broke and turned into a moan when Pascal thrust a little harder. “I do…have a pretty good idea.”
“I love you. I’m going to come like this. Slow and easy. Just feeling your perfect little body squeezing my dick.”
He did something with his hand, pressing on my belly while thrusting inside, and I gasped. “I’m close.”
“Good. Come for me. Want to feel it.”
“Pascal. Love you…”
“Come, sweetheart. Give it to me. That’s it.”
The orgasm rose, my inner muscles spasming around Pascal’s cock, and he gave out a guttural groan.
He pushed into me to the hilt, his cock jerking with the release, and my body took it as a signal to let go of everything.
I quivered and shuddered, fireworks going off in my head, my muscles and bones disintegrating until the only tangible thing that remained was the hard erection deep inside me, tethering me to the real world.
Pascal rocked me lazily, keeping me full, as I slowly regained consciousness. He kissed my neck and nipped at my throat, his hands smoothing up and down my torso.
“I love how small you are. I could carry you around in my pocket.” His voice was deeper, even a little evil, and it made me shiver with aftershocks of pleasure. “Then I’d impale you on my dick, and you’d go off like a fucking rocket.”
It was possible I wasn’t quite sane yet. “When you’re in me, you take over everything. Nothing matters but your cock.”
“My sweet young mate. I don’t want to stop. Want to keep fucking you.”
“Don’t stop.”
The cum and slick were leaking out around his girth, making filthy squelching noises.
He gathered speed and strength, and my body loosened more, echoes of the earlier climax chased away by fresh desire.
I was raw and oversensitive, my hole overflowing with liquid, the tissue swollen, my gland throbbing, balls empty… but I wanted more.
Pascal braced himself above me, turning me onto my stomach, and thrust harder. I tilted my hips up so I could get him deeper. Our skin slapped together, and our cries got louder.
The second time we came, it felt wild and animalistic. I reached back, digging my nails into Pascal’s thigh, and he bit my shoulder.
I sank into the mattress, completely blissed out. I couldn’t move a muscle, but joy flowed through me freely, filling me up where Pascal’s cum couldn’t reach.
Soft kisses rained on my neck and down my spine. His cock slipped out, but the sensation of satisfying fullness lingered. He stroked my shoulders, down my ribs, over my lower back. Kissing and caressing my ass cheeks, he hummed happily.
I wanted to tell him how great it felt and how much I loved him, but I was too relaxed to speak. Then I must have fallen asleep.
I stirred to a warm sensation on my ass. Pascal was wiping me off with a wet towel. I heard steps, then the bathroom door creaked softly. The bed dipped, and my alpha roped his arms around me.
“Love you,” I whispered.
“Sleep, sweetheart. It’s late.”
“You keep taking care of me.”
He kissed my forehead. “It’s my pleasure.”
I forced my eyes to open and found his gaze in the dark. My hazy brain didn’t quite work as it should, but I had something important I needed to say. “I do love you, Pascal. A lot. Really.”
He smiled, stroking my cheek with a finger. “I know. Now close your eyes.”
“Okay.”
I snuggled to his chest, breathing him in.
Pascal was supposed to be already at home when I came back from a late lecture on Monday evening, but the apartment was dark and quiet.
“Pascal?”
Nothing.
I toed off my shoes, dropped the key into a bowl on the shelf, and hung my jacket.
“Pascal!”
I was about to pull out my phone to call him when I noticed something flickering on the terrace. A candle? Two candles. The door was ajar, so I opened it and stepped out.
“Pascal?”
“Up here.”
To the left of the door stood a short ladder leading to the roof. Pascal peeked from above, stretching out his hand.
“Come on up. It’s safe.”
Stunned, I began to climb. He grabbed my arm and supported me as I threw my leg over the rooftop edge and straightened.
“Oh.”
Candles and fairy lights flickered all around, covering the flat rooftop. In the center stood Pascal’s patio chairs, a little folding table, and a bucket with a champagne bottle sticking out of it. Two glasses and covered plates completed the setup.
“What’s the occasion?” I asked, but Pascal was nowhere to be seen.
I turned around and froze.
He knelt surrounded by flickering lights, holding a small box in both hands. My mouth went dry, and my belly flip-flopped.
“I wanted to do this properly.” He took a deep breath and blinked slowly. Only now did I notice he wore dress pants and a crisp white shirt and was clean-shaven. His smile was tentative but warm and loving.
“Ansel, sweetheart, I might be here for eighty more years. I want nothing more than to spend them all by your side, loving you, taking care of you, holding you when you need me, and cheering you on from the sidelines when you fulfill your dreams. You’re my mate, my treasure, and the love of my life. Will you become my husband?”
I couldn’t answer because I choked up. Somehow, the magnitude of what was happening finally dawned on me in that moment.
That I was now a part of this fairytale world where I could fly on a dragon’s back, that Pascal, the most wonderful and beautiful man in the world, loved me and was going to love me until our last breath, that the ancient magic was now running through my veins as well, and that I would live a hundred years.
“Ansel?”
My mate looked concerned, clutching the little box in his too big hands. So I swallowed and tried to nod before wiping my face. Then I fell to my knees and kissed him.