He's silent for a minute, and I'm scared he's decided against proposing. Then I feel his hand going through my hair, then on to my back. His touch soothes me, and I burrow more into his chest.
"Marci, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? So we can build a future together?"
I take my time answering him, just like he did with me.
"Yes, Jacob, I will."
Before I know it, I'm underneath him, and the tip of his cock is at my entrance. I pull him down on top of me so that we can kiss. His warm lips cover my own, and heat courses through my body. Our tongues start battling each other for dominance, but I know he will win.
I'll always surrender to him because we belong to each other. My need for him grows, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He doesn't budge, though. He's still at my entrance, and I wiggle my butt to get some friction against my core. He pulls away and chuckles..
"My greedy little vixen. Don't worry. I'll make you take me inch by inch."
He grabs one hand and pulls it up over my head, then the other one goes up as well. Once he's got both my wrists in his grasp, he looks into my eyes and goes in just an inch. He pulls back and goes in a little bit more. He keeps this torture going until he's penetrating me completely.
His brow has beads of sweat from the restraint he's using. I thought for sure he'd let go and take me like a wild animal, butno. He's being measured and gentle. When he finally fills me up completely, he gives me time to get used to his size.
"I knew you could take all of me, baby girl."
I'm overwhelmed with all that is happening right now and can't really answer him.
"Do you want me to move, Marci?"
I gulp and nod yes. I hope he doesn't ask me to say the words because I don't think I can now.
If I thought he was torturing me before, I was completely wrong. The torture starts now as he slips in and out of me with a steady rhythm. I move my hands, trying to get loose from his grasp, but he doesn't let me go. I want to touch him, but he seems to want to be in charge.
So I let myself go—let my body be teased by his—and let him carry me away to the heavens. Just as before, the orgasm rushes into me, and I scream his name. I feel my pussy convulsing around his cock and know that he'll definitely be joining me soon.
"Yes, baby girl, squeeze my cock. Get all my cum out and into you."
"Let me touch you."
He lets me go, and my arms wind around him. He's still thrusting in and out of me in that steady rhythm of his, and I pull at his hips to get him to go as deep inside me as possible. Pretty soon, he's pumping me full of his seed and collapses on top of me.
He is like a weighted blanket, but he doesn't stay there long. He leaves for a minute and comes back, arms full of stuff. Two water bottles and a washcloth. He cleans me with it like it's something he does every day and tosses it aside when he's finished.
"You're so beautiful, Marci. Thank you for letting me be your first."
"You knew?” I blush. “And my last."
"Yeah."
He traces my face with his fingers, as if I'm something extremely valuable to him. We're interrupted by his phone. He goes to answer it, and when he's done talking, he looks resolute.
"The streets have been cleared, and the parade will go on. Let's go shower."
He pulls me from bed, and we take a shower together. It takes us longer than it should because we are both hungry for one another.
This is like a dream come true, and I hope I don't ever wake up.
Chapter 8
Jacob
Ican't believe I took Marci's virginity. I can't believe I asked her to marry me. I need to talk to her mom, but right now we're late for the Hope Peak Christmas Parade.
I park in front of Perfect Brews and ask Marci to join me. I'm already dressed like Santa, but I have a surprise for her. We go inside, and Carly greets us.