With her legs spread wide by the silk ties, I don’t have to do much other than flick my tongue and play with her entrance with my cock. I’ve been switching between penetrating her and then licking her.
I barely enter her, pump a few times, and then return to her clit.
It’s a goddamn tease to my own release, but more of a tease to her as she’s now writhing beneath me, needing more.
“You like that, love?”
“No,” she says breathlessly. “You’re teasing me. I want to come, but I can’t get there.”
“Mmm, shame,” I say as I rise up and bring my cock to her pussy. I slide it along her slit and watch her eyes roll back from the sensation.
“Yesss,” she breathes out as I take my cock away. “No . . . goddamn you.”
I chuckle and go back to flicking my tongue against her clit. But this time, I apply more pressure and feel her arousal grow, her pussy getting wetter with every flick.
“Fuck, yes, Keller . . . please, please keep going.”
But I pull away and grab the vibrator I was playing with earlier. I press it to my balls and turn it on, letting it vibrate the very base of my erection. I hiss out in pleasure as I start pumping my cock, giving myself what I need.
“Ah, fuck, this feels good.”
Her eyes grow heady as they focus on how my hand pulls over my length.
“You want a taste, love?”
“Yes,” she says, and I move up the bed and place my tip in her mouth. She sucks me in, and it’s so fucking good that I push farther into her mouth.
“Heaven,” I mutter as I pull out and then push back in. It feels so good that it’s only a few pumps until I pull away. “I’m tempted to fuck your mouth until I come, but I need that greedy cunt.”
I move back down to her body, rub the head of my cock over her slit a few more times, and then slip inside, all the way, bottoming out.
“God . . . yes.” She gulps as her chest lifts. I capture her breast in my mouth and suck on her nipple. I play with her piercing, rolling it between my teeth and nibbling as I pulse in and out of her. I feel her clench around me, and I know it will be soon. I lift from her chest, grip her hips, where I dig my fingers into her skin, and I pump into her rapidly.
Her moans meet my groans.
Her attempted thrusts match mine.
And the tension in her body pulls tight on the ties.
I pause and release all her limbs and then fall on my back, where I let her take control.
Riding me, she thrusts her hips over mine, repeatedly, her pelvis moving so fast, I can’t control the expedited climb of my orgasm as I watch her tits jiggle above me, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
And then her pussy clenches around my cock and a long, drawn-out moan falls past her lips as she comes.
With that, I flip her to her back, press down on her stomach, and I fuck her so hard, I can barely breathe as white-hot pleasure tears through me, my orgasm taking over and stilling my body until there’s nothing left to take.
I pull out of her and roll to the side, bringing my arm over my eyes as I catch my breath.
“Christ,” I mumble as I feel her curl her bare body around mine. I lift my arm and see her beautiful eyes peering up at me. I smile at her. “Fuck, I love you.”
She chuckles. “You better, since you proposed to me today.”
I bring her left hand to my lips and press a kiss to the impressive aquamarine stone that’s the center of her engagement ring. A vine motif curls around the stone and is dotted with leaf-shaped diamonds. It’s worth more than I could imagine. Katla gave it to me to propose with, and I couldn’t have thought of a more appropriate ring—a ring that once belonged to her mother.
I took her to Harrogate, where I told her there would be a small gathering of artists to paint the castle, but in reality, it was just her and me. I took her up to the roof, which had been decorated in violets and candles, and under the northern lights, I proposed to her. It was a sweeping yes, followed by much crying.
We called Theo and Katla to tell them the good news. They cried too and told us to have a good night at Harrogate. Lara and Ottar stayed with us and have been downstairs the whole time.
Lara will deny it every time I ask, but I know something is going on between her and Ottar. He’s the silent type, quite serious, but I see him soften when he’s near Lara. They’d be perfect together because Ottar is a loyal man to his core, and I know he’d never hurt Lara as Brimar did.
Brimar . . . well, he was put through a trial, found guilty, and is serving time in a neighboring country. I still have mixed feelings about my former best friend committing treason, but I know that’s something I’ll have to reconcile slowly.