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My heart pounds.
“But someone’s got to set you straight.” She shrugs. “Might as well be me.”
My Ella takes a step forward. Takes the ring box from my hand. “Will you put it on me?”
Cheers and shouts fill the echoing hall. Students and professors hug each other.
I get up and take her hand in mine. “I want to say, ‘With this ring,’ but…”
“Hey,” she says as I slip the ring with the big diamond onto her finger. It’s tight, but I’ll get it fixed. She says, “You turn sappy on me, I’ll change my mind.”
I pull her to me, and she melts into my arms. I hold her close to kiss her. Her body yields to mine. I can’t wait another minute.
I sweep her up in my arms. “Hey,” her voice is drowsy. “I’m too heavy for you.”
“You think?” I grunt. “I’m too strong for you.”
Her eyes begin to roll as I leap, carrying her cradled in my arms, up the grand staircase. Cheers from the students and professors below follow us up the sweeping stairs. My eyes stay on hers as I call back to everyone below, “The upper floors are out of bounds, today and tonight.”
She looks up, studying my face in some kind of amazement as I bound up the stairs and carry her into the splendid master suite. It’s hung with silks and draped with baby-blue taffeta over the canopy bed. I kick the door shut behind me.
She squeals when she sees the red Stella McCartney dress hanging over the Manolo Blahnik sandals.
“Can I put it on?” She jumps down from my arms, but I’m not ready to let her go.
“Of course you can.” I hold on to her hand and wind her back to me. “But there isn’t another one like it, and if you wear it now, it will get shredded.” I love the warm crush of her soft breasts against me. I pull her nearer. Tilt up her chin with my finger. Her mischievous smile sets off vibrations in me.
“Why? Because… Oh. I see Dickie’s woken up again.”
Gently, I grab the back of her hair. She moistens her lips with her tongue. I pull her head back a little more, and her lips part.
I kiss her.
“Here and ready, any time you are.”
“He does look big.”
“Want to see?”
I hold her face while our bodies twist and turn, pressing, shaping to each other. Exploring. Her breasts squash and squeeze against my ribs.
“You’re too arrogant.”
“Not with you.”
We kiss. I wrap her closer in my arms.
“Cocky Dickie,” she says. “You get your own way too much.”
I laugh. “Teach me.”
Her thighs part and grip around mine.
Her lips press together. She looks up. “First, take what you want from me. Have your way with me now.” She bites the side of her lip. “Then we’ll see.”
“Are you going to marry me?”
Her hips rock and grind on my pelvis.
