9. Ava
Michaeland I had spent our time sharing my bed every night and trying to stay casual at work.
But our little happy bubble had to burst sometime, and that had to be during a Monday morning HR meeting.
I reached to the side of the bed for my alarm clock, expecting to feel Michael’s warm body next to mine.
But when I came up empty, my eyes shot open before turning off the alarm clock.
My heart raced for a second.
Where was he?
He was the one to sleep in while I made breakfast.
A clacking came from the kitchen, and I looked to see the light streaming in from the doorway.
What the heck was he doing in there? I couldn’t remember a time he even turned on the stove.
I grabbed my robe and slowly stepped into the living room light.
Michael stood over the toaster oven, the scent of something fruity and slightly burnt filling the air.
He grinned, looking at me over his broad shoulder, the one that was currently not clothed in anything but boxer briefs, so I got a spectacular view of his body.
“Morning, sleepy head,” he said, plopping what looked like two tiny brown pillows on a plate.
They weren’t quite pastries and a little too thick to be crisps.
“I made you breakfast.”
“That’s what that is?” I asked, taking a seat on one of the stools by the counter.
“American specialty I found at the store, Pop Tarts.”
“Pop Tarts?” I asked.
He set the plate in front of me.
“Yeah, it’s like little pies with cherry filling and frosting.”
I wrinkled my nose. “That sounds like more of a dessert than breakfast.”
“Naw, they’re definitely breakfast food. See, you can even read it on the box.”
He slid the little blue cardboard box toward me.
I picked it up, the bottom coming open as some silver packages came out and a little black velvet box on top.
I gasped, looking down at it.
“Is this like an American prize they do in cereal boxes?” I asked, picking up the box and running it through my fingers.
“No, that one’s from me,” he said with that big grin as he stepped around the counter.
“We’re already engaged…”
He stepped forward, opening the box so a beautiful square diamond stared up at me from a white gold setting. “But not officially. I wanted you to wear this ring. To show everyone that you’re really mine, Ava.”
“Is this because of the HR meeting today?”
He shook his head and stepped forward, putting his hands on either side of my face so I was forced to look at him. “No, this is because I love you and want to marry you. What do you say? Will you say yes again?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, I will marry you.”
His lips crashed into mine. This wasn’t a regular kiss, one I would pour all of my love into.
He threaded his hands into my hair and tipped my head back. His lips met mine again as he ran his thumbs over my jaw. My body melted as his tongue touched mine. His hand slid from its place on my waist around my back and squeezed my ass on the stool.
I knew this signal well.
He groaned into my mouth, and I stood up and pulled him with me toward the bedroom. We only broke our kiss to fall into the bed.
There was one thing about him that could never be denied: he was ridiculously gorgeous. And he was all mine.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed with him hovering over me, and his lips owned mine. He moved slowly to pull my shirt off as my hands went for my pajama bottoms. After tossing those aside, I wasted no time reaching in and taking the length of him in my hand.
As I stroked him, he trailed kisses down my neck to my shoulder; his fingers skimmed along my skin, creating a hot trail of goosebumps. My nipples pebbled in the cool air. His thumbs brushed the sensitive nubs, and I felt the excitement course through me.
Everything he did created a new wave that I was on the verge of being unable to control. Suddenly, I really wanted to take him into my mouth and make him feel some of the things he made me feel.
“Not yet,” he murmured when I began to move to do just that. “You first.”
He pulled me to my feet, where he quickly removed my panties. I was naked before him. As he stepped back to study me, I should’ve felt exposed, yet instead, I leaned back and let my legs fall open just slightly.
“You’re trying to kill me. And I could die a happy man with a wife like you.” His brow arched as his eyes met mine.
Before I could respond, he leaned down, slipped his arms under my thighs, and yanked so that I nearly fell off the bed. He dropped to his knees and pushed my legs apart, my ass hanging slightly off the edge. Then as if he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life, he descended, licking from the bottom of my pussy to my clit, causing me to fall back against the mattress.
“So fucking sweet,” he whispered. As he spoke, his breath caressed me as much as his touch.
“More,” I urged.
After giving me a cocky grin, he disappeared between my legs once more. The way he was licking and sucking, I could feel myself coming undone in record time. As my orgasm built, he slid two fingers inside me. I was as full as I’d ever been, but I knew as soon as he slid his cock in me, there’d be no comparison. For now, I was going to enjoy the ride.
He thrust his fingers in rhythm with his tongue, and it was more than I could take. My release hit me fast and hard. There was nothing I could do to control it. After coaxing all of the pleasure my body had to offer, I used my reserve energy to sit up and finagle his boxers down his legs.
It took no time before I had him in my mouth, stroking with my hand as I moved up and down his length. He groaned and threaded his fingers into my hair, guiding me and encouraging me.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and I knew it was affecting me the way he had me. All it did was encourage me. When taking him deeper, I didn’t get very far before he pulled me off him. “That’s not how this is going to go, Baby.”
At first, I was confused, but then a realization hit me. He was getting too excited and was about to finish in my mouth. Thankfully, he stopped me and pulled out.
“Middle of the bed,” he demanded, and I was more than happy to comply.
After scooting to where he wanted me, I watched as he pulled his pants off his feet and climbed over me totally naked. He pushed back onto his heels and slid a condom over his length. It was torture watching him when I was eager to have him in me.
Finally, he leaned over me, bracing himself on a single elbow. His lips crashed into mine, and he pushed inside me all at the same time, taking my breath away. I was completely full of him, and while it probably should’ve been uncomfortable, it absolutely wasn’t. We were made for each other. My future husband. For real.
He hooked my leg over his arm and pushed deeper, sending me to an entirely new level of pleasure and inspiring my second orgasm. He followed right after me, crying out my name before he collapsed on my chest.
He peppered kisses on my skin before whispering, “You didn’t put on your ring.”
I laughed, vibrating both of our bodies. “You didn’t give me a chance.”
“Well, we’ll have to rectify that. After we eat some Pop Tarts.”