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I sit on the bed, and she snakes her hands around my neck, pressing her lips against mine. I can feel my blood start to heat as her tongue slips into my mouth, exploring.
“Lana, I want you. I always want you,” I moan into her mouth.
She pulls back from me and looks into my eyes, “Then make love to me.”
I stand up and pull off my shirt then hers. She’s already working on my belt and not doing a very good job at it. I gently push her hands away so I can open and remove my pants before I divest her of hers. She’s wearing a peach lace bra and thong that almost blends with her skin color.
Her nipples are pressing against the thin fabric, and I sit on the bed, push her to her back and lean over her to suck them. I inhale deeply. I can’t get enough of her scent, floral, feminine, and sexy. A rumble escapes from my throat, and I see an amused smile play across her lips.
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Not at all. I think it’s a huge turn on the way you love me.”
“You’re all I want. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
I kiss the creamy flesh between her breasts before I push the fabric up so I can mark what is mine. It’s a bit old fashioned, but she’s mine. I gently bite her perfect breasts, leaving red marks on them. She doesn’t seem to mind as I suck and nibble, moaning her approval.
I work my way down her body, kissing every inch of soft skin as I trail down to her thong, which is barely a scrap of cloth and an elastic band. I bunch it up at her hip until it snaps in my hand.
“Zane! This is my favorite set.”
“I’ll buy you anything you want my lovely fiancée,” I love how that sounds rolling off my tongue. My fiancée.
“You better.”
I pull the torn pieces of underwear away from her body and drop them to the floor. I can see that she’s already wet, and I insert two fingers into her as she moves her hips.
“You’re so wet for me.”
“I need you,” she murmurs.
I need her too. I finger fuck her and tickle her clit with the tip of my tongue, bringing her to the edge, letting her calm and then doing it all over again. Lana is frenzied by the time I’m ready to fuck her. I’ve brought her to the precipice four times, and each time I backed off, she whimpered her discontent.
I remove my fingers from her and stand up to take off my boxers. My dick is so hard that my balls hurt, and I need some relief. She looks at me with half-lidded eyes anticipating what I’m going to do. I need her close and not just when I’m inside her.
“Lana, I want you on top.”
“Please, Zane, I’m tired. I promise next time.”
I sit on the bed, and she leans against my leg, reaching over to stroke me. I hiss through my teeth at the feel of her soft skin gliding over my erection.
“I’m going to sit against the headboard. I want you to straddle me. I need this. I need to feel you in my arms.”
She looks at me and knows what I mean. I need intimacy, and missionary is not going to provide it this time. She slips off the bed and removes her bra, letting me get into position. Lana straddles me, sinking, letting gravity do the work until I’m deep within her. I pull her legs around me and take her in my arms, holding her tight. We rock together, and I bury my head in her fragrant neck.
The emotion of the evening has permeated my soul. This woman is going to be my wife. My one and only. I feel tears prick my eyes, and I fight them back. What Serena had said to me at Wicked Ninety-Two was the truth. I wasn’t the marrying kind until Lana. I never thought I would ever want to marry, but here I am, engaged.
She whispers into my ear how happy she is, her warm, moist breath caressing my skin. I feel overwhelmed and happy, happier then I’ve ever been before. I tell her that I love her, and we keep rocking while clinging to each other. I want to stay like this forever, but I know she’s desperate to come, so am I. I keep her in one arm’s embrace and reach between us to rub her clit. She moans loudly as soon as I touch her.
I feel her tremble and quickly, so quickly she’s coming, an orgasm that seems endless. Squeezing, coaxing me to find my release, but as much as I want to, I hold back, and we keep rocking even though Lana has gone slack in my arms. I try to shift to get leverage, but her weight prevents me from doing so.
After a short time, I start stroking her sensitive nub again. I feel her flinch at first touch, but I’m gentle until I feel her move forward towards my hand. She digs her nails into the muscles of my back. I need more movement, and I palm her ass with my hand, pushing her into my hips. I have to come, preferably with her this time.
She keeps murmuring my name and presses her diamond hard nipples against my chest.
“Lana, I’m going to come soon.”
She starts talking dirty, and I rub her clit harder, wanting her to join me in my climax. I can feel it pull me deeper and deeper until I’m gritting my teeth as my orgasm hits. I thrust as best I can, spurting deep inside her, and then I feel her quivering against me as she starts to come, milking me as I spiral down.
