109. Gabriel
ONE HUNDRED NINE
She said yes.
After my day of cooking, after paying extra for the flowers scattered around this place (that are triggering my allergies something fierce), after the rush job on the two-carat diamond ring, she said yes.
Riley is going to be my wife. I”d be lying if I said I wasn”t filled with feelings right now. I”m also filled with something else.
Discomfort. Physical discomfort. Every cell in my body is screaming for me to get out of here...
We”re now standing next to the table, kissing. She”s running her hands down my chest and my dick”s starting to get hard but the flowers... Jesus. I think it”s the jasmine. My nose started to itch while we were eating pasta, and then during the tiramisu my left nostril became almost blocked. It”s annoying, because I wanted this night to be perfect.
It is, except for my allergies.
”The ring is gorgeous,” she purrs as she slides her hands under my T-shirt. ”You did such a good job in picking it out. But you didn”t have to get one so big. I mean, I adore it and I”ll be so proud to wear it. But you must”ve spent a fortune.”
She laughs and pulls out her hand, admiring the bling.
I sneeze. ”Um. Babe?”
”Yeah? Are you okay?”
”Well, I haven”t wanted to say anything, but I think the flowers are getting to me.”
She glances at the jasmine on the table then strokes my face. ”Your eyes do look a little red. Your poor thing. You”ve been hiding this throughout dinner?”
”I”ve been a little preoccupied.” I smile. ”A few other things took precedence.”
”Sweetie!” Her face turns stern. ”Let”s get you out of this room.”
She grabs my hand and pulls me out of the conservatory, leading me upstairs to the bedroom.
”Sit,” she commands, pointing to the bed.
”Yes, ma”am,” I murmur.
I watch her beautiful ass while she walks into the bathroom. She”s wearing those sexy jeans that I adore. A few moments later, she comes out, holding a damp washcloth, a glass of water, and a pack of allergy pills.
”Okay, first...” she sets the glass and the medicine down on a nearby table. ”This.”
She carefully and lovingly washes my eyes with a cloth – it”s cool and calming – then dries my face with a towel.
”Better?” she asks.
I nod and she kisses my forehead.
”So, were your eyes tearing up downstairs because of the proposal, or because of allergies?” She tips my face to look up at her.
I sniffle and smile. ”Both.”
She runs her hands through my hair. ”You”re so handsome. I”m not sure I could love you any more. I”m also not sure I believe you on this, but you”re suffering, so...”
”I can”t get anything past you.” I swat her ass as she walks off.
She grabs the box of allergy medication, pops one out of the blister pack, and hands it to me. ”Here you go. Take this, and I promise you”ll feel better in no time.”
I take the tablet from her hand, surprised at how gentle she”s being. She looks into my eyes with so much love that it makes me weak in the knees.
”Now, you have to relax.”
She plumps up the pillows against the headboard. I recline as she slips off my shoes.
”How does that feel?”
”Better, now that I”m not in the same room as the jasmine.”
She”s standing next to the bed, looking down on me. My erection through my shorts is evident.
”You can have an allergy attack and this?” Her hand goes to my crotch and rubs a little
I groan, mostly because I”m horny as fuck. We haven”t had sex in so long.
”I think you need something else to make you feel better.” The heel of her hand rubs at my dick.
”I know I do,” I mutter.
She takes a step back and begins to slowly unbutton her blouse, revealing her pale skin underneath. Her bra is white and lacy and low-cut, exactly the way I like it. She teases me for a bit by cupping her breasts then leaning down to brush a feathery kiss on my lips.
”Oh, you”re teasing me, are you?”
She pauses to admire the sparkling diamond on her finger. ”Maybe I”ve always wanted to strip down to nothing but diamonds.”
She then moves her hands to her hips and slowly slides down her jeans. She turns and does a slow ass wiggle as she eases the fabric down. I suck in a breath as she leans over a little, giving me a full view of her curvy butt. There”s also a hint of her pussy in white lace panties, which is driving me wild.
Riley allows the jeans to drop to the floor.
I can”t take my eyes off of her body as she moves around the room in nothing but lingerie. She pulls out a chair from under the vanity table and sits on so that she”s facing me. With one finger, she slightly lifts up the hem of her panties, showing off just enough skin to make me bite my lip.
”Come here,” I command.
She shakes her head, teasing while she dips her hand into her panties.
”So is that it? I ask you to marry me and you stop doing what I ask?” My question is an obvious tease, because I”m smirking.
”I think this is exactly what you want.”
She moves gracefully across the room with an alluring sway of her hips, coming closer to me until she”s standing right next to the bed. My heart races with anticipation as she gently climbs onto my lap and wraps her legs around my waist.
Gently pushing my hair away from my forehead, she kisses me softly on the lips while running one hand up my chest before slipping it behind my neck and pulling me closer for a deeper kiss. My hands are everywhere – exploring every inch of Riley”s soft curves.
”Let”s get all these clothes off,” I hiss.
She gently clasps my wrists in her hands and presses them at my sides. ”Let”s not get ahead of ourselves,” she whispers.
Still straddling me, she again cups her breasts with her hands. Then she carefully unhooks the front clasp of her bra, and with a saucy little toss, flings the lacy lingerie to the floor.
”Fuck, I love your tits,” I growl, my hands instinctively moving to hold them.
”No,” she whispers, covering herself with her hands. ”Not yet.”
I watch, transfixed, as she plays with her nipples, teasing them until they”re stiff peaks. Goddamn, I want to suck on one. She knows that”s what I want, so I decide to tease her by easing back and watching lasciviously.
”This is a great allergy remedy. Someone should sell this,” I quip.
”Mmm-hmm,” she says, one hand going between her legs. She”s touching herself over the panties, and I can see a wet spot in the lace.
”Your pussy”s nice and wet, isn”t it?”
”Let”s find out.”
She climbs off me and stands next to the bed again. Turning, she wiggles her ass and tugs her panties up. Then down. Then she slides them off while sticking her ass off and now I”m getting the best few of her pussy lips from behind.
”Oh, fuck, babe, come here, now.” My voice is a little sharper.
She faces me again, and my gaze roams her body. Tonight she”s shaved all but a little patch of hair between her legs, knowing that drives me absolutely insane.
”I didn”t get the dessert I wanted,” I say, extending my arm in hopes that she”ll step into my embrace.
She gets on the bed again and straddles me once more, her thighs spread. ”Dessert?” she asks, her eyes wide with mock innocence. ”What did you have in mind?”
Her fingers skim her stomach and she begins touching herself.
”You know what I want.”
”I”m not sure I do.” She licks her lips and her eyes flutter shut for a few seconds while she works her clit.
”I want to taste you.”
She drags her two fingers from between her legs and shoves them in my mouth. I gladly, hungrily, open my mouth, submitting to her in a way I”ve never done.
She”s going to be my wife. She”s the only person on this planet who has the ability to put me in a vulnerable position.
I lick her fingers like I just didn”t eat a multi-course meal. ”More,” I beg.
”Like this?” She moves up my body so she”s straddling my face.
”Exactly like that. Get your pussy in my mouth.” I pull her toward me so I can get a good taste of her. My tongue swipes through her folds and she”s slick with arousal. Is hove my hand down my pants and give my cock a good squeeze.
Within a minute, she”s grinding into me, holding onto the headboard, actually begging, for me to make her orgasm.
I play with her ass a little and tease her clit with my tongue. She”s so wet and it”s such a fucking turn-on.
”Gabriel,” she whimpers. ”Don”t.”
”Don”t what, blondie?”
”Don”t tease me.”
My cock feels like it”s going to bust out of my shorts, Hulk-style. I can”t take much more of this.
”Tease? Now who”s going to tease?” I ask, grabbing her around the waist and flipping her on her back. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes half-lidded. I know she”s close to coming, but now it”s time for me to play.