Page 52 of My Weakness

“Hmm, whatever should we do to pass the time?” she muses.

“I can think of a few things.”

“I hope they left us grapes again.”

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“Oh fuck, yes, River, that feels so good.”

Making my girl come is one of the best feelings in the world. It’s something I’ll always want to do, to give her pleasure, to give us both pleasure.

“Come on my tongue, pipsqueak, before I fill you with my cock.” I close my lips over her clit and suck it into my mouth as my fingers continue to pulse in and out of her.

“River,” she groans as her hands grip fistfuls of her hair and her hips buck against my face.

I love it when she chases her orgasm. I scissor my fingers inside her, stretching her further and giving her what she needs to tip her over.

“Ohhh,” she moans as her release floods my mouth and I gladly drink it down.

“Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you.” My hands find the insides of her thighs and push them wide open, holding them like that as I line my cock up and push inside her in one long glide. “Every time,” I mutter, leaning my forehead against hers. “Every time gets better.”

“Yes,” she whimpers as I begin to move.

“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Deep. Goddamn, baby, I can see my cock here.” I place my hand over her lower stomach where I can see the ridge of my cock every time I tunnel into her. “You were made for me,” I say as I look down and watch my glistening cock pushing in and out of her tight, wet cunt. I pick up my speed when my balls begin to tighten.

“River, I’m so close,” she pants.

“You’re going to take me with you, baby, you’re going to pull every drop of my cum from me, aren’t you? I’m going to fill this tight, pink pussy up.”

“Oh God,” she cries as her orgasm rips through her, and I follow her over the edge, wave after wave of ecstasy pulsing through me and flowing into her.

Ava

River seems nervous.

All through dinner he’s been quieter than normal, and I’m worried I’ve done something to upset him. We’ve chatted, we’ve laughed, but there’s been this anxious edge to him that has me concerned. There’s an undercurrent flowing around us that I can’t quite put my finger on.

“River, are you okay?”

His eyes flick up to my own before they quickly dart away again.

Shit.

“Yeah, I think I must just be tired, baby. You okay if we head back up to the room and just chill tonight?”

“Of course.”

He comes around and helps me up from my seat, taking my hand and leading me through the courtyard restaurant just as the band starts playingCarry You Home.What are the chances of the exact same song playing as last time?

He pulls me to him, and I think he’s about to dance with me again, like he did last time, but instead he drops to one knee in front of me.

Oh my God!

“Pipsqueak, I can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t want to go another day without making you mine in every way. Let me love you today, tomorrow, and every day for the rest of our lives. Be my wife. Marry me.”

I can barely see him through the tears streaming down my face, and I certainly can’t see the ring he’s holding out in front of him. But I don’t care, it could be made of tin foil and I would still agree to marry him. I’m not saying yes because of what he’s bought, I’m saying yes because I love him. I’m saying yes because I want every day for the rest of my life with him.

“Yes.”