“There’s more?”
James chuckled. “So much more. But just a bit more today.”
She fluttered her eyes open, staring at his cock where the tip was moist. “That’sa bit?”
“It’s the perfect amount for you. If you’re ready.”
“Yes, James. I want you.”
He grabbed the base of his cock and pressed it against her entrance. The tip, where the moisture was, felt cold. But then she felt his heat. His solid heat.
She could feel him pushing into her. An inch.
He groaned and Joan felt her head loll to the side. He was perfection, and she was about to embrace him fully, in the most carnal way.
“More,” she pleaded.
“I’ll give it all to you, darling.” He pushed another inch, letting her body accommodate. She could feel his legs tremble and she knew it was taking all of his willpower to hold back.
“Now, James. I want it all. Don’t hold back any more. I love you.” This was the man she loved. That she would never stop loving. Her shoulders were large enough to carry many burdens. Protect her. And through it all he was resilient and willing to open up. She loved him for everything that he was, and she knew he loved her. This was true fullness.
He thrust into her to the hilt. She felt his body slam against hers. She cried out his name. Pure pleasure shot through every cell in her body.
“Yes, James. Again.”
With a grunt, he slammed into her.
“You’re so big, James. I can feel you everywhere inside of me.” She moaned at the pleasure pooling inside of her.
“God, Joan, I’ve never felt anything like this. You’re a goddess. Your pussy is magical. It was made for me. I need you.”
“Take me.” Thrust. “Take me.” Thrust. “Take me!” Thrust. She shouted.
Stars swirled around Joan’s head as a release tore her open.
James thrust one more time and grunted. His face shone the exact moment of his pleasure, and he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life. This was her life. Her future. Her love.
Joan turned to face him, half-lidded, she said, “In case it wasn’t clear, my answer to your proposal is yes.”
Epilogue
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Joan watched anxiously as James tugged on her frock. Not that it was a particularly important dress, but she wasn’t sure she wanted him to rip the lovely fabric.
As if it were the most normal thing in the world to be lifting the hem of her skirts and studying the area around her ankles, James casually answered, “I’m looking for a mole.” He didn’t even pop his head up to give her a wink. Apparently, he wasn’t joking.
“A mole?” Now this should be interesting. What would suddenly prompt him to be looking for such a marker on her skin as a mole?
“Yes.” That was all he said. No explanation. No justification. Just more ruffling of her skirts until they were up around her waist. “Please hold these.” He shoved the layers of fabric into her waiting hands.
“Why?”
“So I can continue my search.” As if that answered the question.
“No, why are you searching for a mole in the first place?” Joan felt herself squirming with slight annoyance. Could the man be any more elusive?
“I forgot to check before.” Yes, apparently he could be.
The man was maddening. Still, he offered no reason behind his actions.
