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“You know my body,” she countered as she stepped back. “You still don't know me.”

“I know that when you talk about your family, the corners of your mouth tighten and, for hours afterwards, you become this complete control freak. I know that you have an irrational fear of goats, but love snakes. That you take your coffee with just a hint of sugar and your favorite ice cream is chocolate chip cookie dough.” He started to reach for her and then stopped. “And I know that, when you think I'm not looking, you watch me with this soft expression in your eyes that I'm hoping means you care about me too.”

“Vance,” she started.

“Please, Court.” He spread his arms wide. “I'm begging you. Give me another chance. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. You tell me what to do.”

He watched a multitude of emotions play across Courtney's face and waited, every muscle in his body tense, his stomach churning. When she took a step towards him, his heart leaped. Then she was kneeling in front of him and he couldn't breath. Her hand cupped his cheek and his breathing stuttered.

“I don't want to tell you what to do,” she said softly. A small smile curved her lips. “That's your job, Sir.”

His blood rushed south and he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his. He devoured her mouth, feeling like a man who'd just found that everything he'd eaten had been bland and only now was he discovering what it meant for something to have flavor. He buried his fingers in her hair, turning her head to deepen the kiss. When her tongue dipped between his lips, he moaned.

Courtney's hands found the edge of his shirt and she tugged at it, breaking their kiss to pull it over his head. When he reached for her again, she held up a finger. She pulled her own shirt off and looked at him, eyes shining, “I have to say something first.”

He waited, drinking in the sight of her. Hair mussed, skin flushed, light gray bra cradling her full breasts, long flowing skirt concealing the wonders he knew lay beneath.

“I'm in love with you, too,” she said it simply, so matter-of-fact that Vance almost thought he'd misheard. “I tried telling myself that it was just the sex, but I realized that I don't want anyone else.”

That was all Vance needed to hear. He crushed her against him, his mouth trailing down her neck even as his hands roamed her body. It was strange. He knew every curve yet felt like he was exploring it for the first time. He pressed her back against the ground, his hands greedy as they shoved her bra up over her breasts. His lips closed over her nipple and Courtney cried out, her back arching. Her hands went to his waist, fumbling at the zipper.

“Don't you want to go slow?” He gasped as her hand closed around him.

She shook her head. “Later. Now, I just want you inside me.”

“What the lady wants.” He grinned, pushing up her skirt. “The lady gets.” His cock swelled even more at the sight of her bare pussy, lips glistening with moisture.

“In that case.” She shoved him back, taking him by surprise as she pushed him onto his back. Before he could react, she straddled his waist, her skirt covering them both. Her pussy brushed against the tip of his cock and he grabbed her hips. “My ass is still a bit sore from yesterday, so I'll drive if you don't mind.”

“Thought you said you wanted me to call the shots.” He winked at her. When she raised an eyebrow, his fingers flexed and he gave an order he'd been wanting to give for a while. “Ride me.”

She reached beneath her skirt and positioned his cock at her entrance. She moaned as she sank down onto him and he swore. No matter how often they had sex, she was still so tight, her pussy clinging to him as she began to move. Her eyes locked with his, every rise and fall of her hips sending waves of pleasure through them both. She leaned forward, palms flat on his stomach, nails biting into his flesh.

“I love the feel of you inside me.” Her voice surprised him.

He usually had to remind her to speak, to tell him what she was feeling, what she liked. It had been a way to both embarrass her and learn about what turned her on. The fact that she was doing it without prompting was almost as hot as what she was saying. Almost.

“I can feel you against every part of me, rubbing against my walls, stretching me as you grow.” Her voice became breathless as she worked above him. “I love it when you come inside me, filling me. The way your cock pulses as you spurt deep inside.”

He nearly came in that instant. He released her hips and reached for her breasts. It was time to let her know what it was like to hear someone talk. He rolled her nipples between his fingers.

“The first time I buried myself in your pussy, I felt like I'd just come home. We fit together so perfectly. The only place tighter than your cunt is your ass. Like a vice gripping my cock, desperate to drain every last drop out of me. When I'm inside you, nothing else matters.” He pinched her nipples and and she keened, her entire body stiffening as she came. Her muscles convulsed, tightening around him and he could hold back no longer. He cried out her name, hips bucking up into her as he emptied himself.

She fell forward and he wrapped his arms around them, his hips still jerking, her body quivering. He cradled the back of her head, murmuring against her hair as he held her. “I love you. I never want to let you go.”

“You might have to.” Her voice was muffled against his chest. “Otherwise we'll never make it to the bed.”

Vance laughed, the sound startling him with its total sincerity. He rarely laughed with people, never with a woman he was fucking. Then again, Courtney wasn't just another fuck. She was something different. “I guess that would be okay.” He pressed his lips against the top of her head. “On our way you can make a phone call.”

“Who am I supposed to call?” she asked, puzzled.

“Maggie. Might I suggest a hotel room for the day?”

“Oh really?” She shifted so she could look at him.

He brushed his fingertips across her cheekbone. “Because I plan on spending the rest of the day making love to you.”

“When you put it that way.” She pressed an open-mouthed kiss against his chest and he felt himself start to grow hard again. “I guess I should ask her to spend the night away. But she’ll need to come back tomorrow.”

He started to sit up. “Then let's not waste a single minute.”

***

Courtney stepped into the house and smiled to herself. She'd moved in six months ago and she still had a hard time believing that she lived here. She hung up her jacket on the coat rack near the door and then noticed the rose petals on the floor. Heat coiled low in her belly. After a year together, Vance still made her weak in the knees.

It had been eight months since she'd started her own company and, while things were going well, it had certainly taken its toll on their sex life. Only over the past few months had they gotten back to having sex more than once a week. This week, Vance had been promising something special and it looked like he was about to deliver. Throughout the day, he'd sent her texts, telling her everything that he wanted to do to her. By the time she'd pulled in the driveway, she'd been soaked.

She slipped off her sandals and untied her dress. The cool air caressed her skin, but her shiver was more from anticipation than the chill. Her black lace bra matched her thigh-high stockings. In the past year, she'd completely revamped her underwear wardrobe, purchasing numerous kinds of lingerie. The only thing she'd barely had to buy, however, was panties. She still followed the rules he had set forth after their first night together.

She followed the trail, curious to see if it would lead to their bedroom or the basement. Her pussy throbbed as the silken petals stopped at the sliding door to the kitchen. On the other side, they continued. At the foot of the stairs, she paused. Vance stood in the center of the room, clad only in a pair of black boxer-briefs that left little to the imagination, a rose in his hand. Not that she needed to imagine. She knew every inch of his body, would know it with just a touch.

For a moment, their eyes locked and they stood, holding each other's gazes. Then Vance smiled, a familiar and welcomed heat warming his arctic eyes. She knew that smile. Neither one spoke as she crossed to the bed, intentionally swaying her hips with each step. She climbed onto the sheets, taking care to give him a good view of her bare pussy. He'd shaved her last night, an experience she always enjoyed.

“On your back.” His voice was hoarse and, as Courtney turned, she let her eyes flick down to his growing bulge.

She did as she was told and then spread her legs. The end of the bed sank under Vance's weight as he knelt between her legs. He looked down at her.

“Unhook your bra.”

She flipped the snap at the front of her bra, freeing her heavy breasts. He leaned over her, taking one arm and pulling it over her head. He tied first one wrist, than the other with practiced ease before settling back on her heels.

Eyes blazing, he began to trail the deep red rose over her body. The touch was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Soft velvet that was feather-light as he ran the flower over her stomach and up to her breasts. He circled each one, moving from the base up to her nipples. She moaned, closing her eyes. Her back arched as the petals slipped back down over her abdomen and then dipped between her legs. She squirmed, whimpered, as the delicate touch ran over her lower lips. Without being told, she spread her legs wider. She needed to feel more.

“Ah.” Courtney's hand quivered as the rose brushed over her pussy, over her clit.

“That's it, baby.” Vance kept moving in a slow, steady rhythm up over and around her clit. “Come for me. You can do it. C’mon, baby.”

She felt it burst over her like fireworks, small explosions over her skin, through her body, across her cells. She swore, tugging at the scarves that bound her wrists. Then she felt the rose at her mouth, the petals wet with her pleasure as they caressed her lips. Her tongue darted out to clean them and was engulfed by the wet heat of Vance's mouth. His body covered hers as he claimed her mouth. She writhed as his cotton clad cock rubbed against her pussy, pushing her from the gentle pleasure of the rose to the rougher orgasm that crashed over her body. He swallowed down her cries of ecstasy, his mouth moving with hers.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing to feel him inside her. She felt him grin against her lips as he trailed kisses down her neck. His hand moved between them and he tugged down the front of his underwear. She didn't need to see it as it pushed against her entrance to know exactly what his cock looked like. Thick and long, perfectly shaped. Curved just enough that it would put extra pressure on that spot inside her that made her scream. Heavy and hot, the skin was softer than velvet, more like silk, the muscles hard beneath it.

When he buried himself inside her, she wailed, her eyes rolling back in her head. She'd been craving him all day, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her. The images his texts had created had made her want to excuse herself to the bathroom more than once, but she'd done as he'd asked and waited. Now, as he began to move, all of that pent-up tension exploded. He thrust into her, pushing her from one orgasm into the next until she didn't know when one ended and another began. Her muscles turned to jelly and she could no longer move with him, couldn't even keep her legs around his waist. She lay limp, letting her body ride out the almost too-much sensation coursing across and through every inch of her being.

Vance's teeth scraped over her throat, tugged at her earlobe, dropped to her breasts. His strokes never faltered, each one coming harder and faster than the last until Courtney could stand no more and screamed, her world turning first gray then white. Even as unconsciousness claimed her, she felt him stiffen, her name falling from his lips as he came.

***

“Courtney, love.” His voice called her from the darkness.

Her eyelids were heavy but she forced them open, wanting to see her lover. His eyes were the first thing she saw, peering down at her. She tried to reach up, wanting to run her fingertips over his face, but her arms wouldn't obey. She wasn't tied up anymore, she knew that. She was lying in Vance's arms. But her muscles didn't seem to want to move. Not that she could blame them. It had been a while since she had come that hard or that long.

“Hey you.” She grinned, feeling a bit punch-drunk.

“Do you know what today is?” He ran his index finger over her bottom lip. When she shook her head, he continued. “One year ago today, you ruined my best shirt and changed my life forever.”

Courtney's eyes widened slightly. She hadn't realized that he'd marked the day.

He picked up something from the bed next to her. “And I'm hoping you'll change it again today.” He opened the small box, revealing the most perfect diamond ring that she had ever seen.

Her heart caught in her throat. Was he kidding?

“Courtney Bell, will you marry me?”

She stared at him, the love in his eyes, on his face, taking her breath away. If someone had told her a year ago, that she'd be lying next to the man she'd just spilled coffee on, body still tingling from the aftereffects of a brain numbing orgasm, staring at a beautiful engagement ring, she'd have laughed. After all they'd been through, it amazed her that he could still surprise her.

“Court?” Vance's voice sounded nearly panicked.

“Yes,” she blurted out. She hadn't realized she'd been taking so long. “Yes, of course, yes!”

As he slid the ring onto her finger, she took a shuddering breath. The feel of the cool metal against her skin, somehow, eased a pain she hadn't known she'd had, made her feel like she could breathe again.

The End

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