"I am happy! I'm with you- what more could I want?"
He sighed then, deciding to leave the eternal argument.
My breathing steadied when I looked up at Zane. His face outlined in the darkness by the soft glow from the streetlamp outside.
My stomach fluttered with butterflies.
"You're so beautiful. I love you."
"Hey. I'm supposed to be handsome; you're the beautiful one." Zane chuckled, leaning down to kiss me lightly on the lips. As always, between us, it got heated incredibly quickly. Zane had meant what he said about sex before marriage, and after what I'd been through, it almost felt like a relief.
But that was a year ago.
We pleased each other orally and through other means...but I desperately wanted to know what it would be like to have Zane Fallon make love to me finally. I knew he would be stupidly gentle and that I would enjoy every second beyond belief- but strangely, I also didn't want to push him into it. He also didn't want to suggest it either based on what happened with Steve.
It was so unfair.
"Zane, I can't keep doing this with you," I confessed as he moved his head from my breasts.
"You don't feel comfortable? I'm sorry—”
"No! Look, don't treat me like a victim. I know it's hard because I am... but I'm also your girlfriend. Who finds you incredibly attractive..." his mouth met mine then as we fell back onto the bed kissing, his hands sliding my underwear down quickly as he dipped his finger inside of me.
"Yeah, you feel like you want me," he said hoarsely, groaning as I moved my hand to his cock.
"You feel like you want me," I said breathlessly, pulling him closer to me.
"I do... it's just...mmm..." he said as I kissed him hard on the mouth, arching my back as he thrust his fingers inside of me. He knew how to make me cum instantly, but for some reason, he was making me wait. "I've just always wanted to be married first."
I died a little inside, knowing if he could be in this physical state and still maintain he wanted to wait, then wait, we would.
"Okay," I whispered, my eyes connecting with his as he placed his cock close to my clit. He began to move his hand up and down the shaft, the tip massaging my clit as I sucked in a breath. This was the closest we had ever been.
"I hope I'm the girl you marry," I gasped, my teeth sinking into my lip as he picked up the pace.
"If you say yes, you will be," he smirked as excitement course through my veins.
"You're not asking me now...surely..." I could feel my orgasm building as he chuckled softly.
"No, it's not going to be when you're on the brink of ecstasy, my dear."
Fuck.
The way he spoke drove me to insanity as his thumb brushed my core.
"You will be my wife, though, Layla. Because if it's not you, it's no one."
I shuddered against him, my teeth sinking into his shoulder as his hot stream saturated my soaking core.
"Fuck," he hissed, kissing me as he slowly pumped his cock against me.
"You need to hurry up with that proposal, Fallon."
"Patience, Layla. All good things come to those who wait." He chuckled, rolling away to grab me some tissue. He was so thoughtful, even at times like this. I laid back, wondering if it was how people got pregnant that never had sex. I asked Zane when he returned to hear his laugh break the silence.
"Wow, wouldn't that be something? Hey kid, you were the product of a very posh handjob."
We giggled then, and I cleaned myself up before disposing of the rubbish. As I walked back to the bed, I caught him gazing at me.
