I close my eyes and sigh. “This is what fainting couches were made for.” I open my eyes and find him digging in his pocket again. “I know what I want to do with this chocolate sauce.”
He laughs as I grab the tiny cup and kneel in front of him.
EPILOGUE
ETHAN
As Alice kneels before me, I slide my hand out of my pocket, so I can focus my attention on her. She places the dip bowl on the seat of the outdoor chaise and reaches for the button of my jeans. My cock struggles against the inside of my pants, twitching excitedly as she takes her time unzipping me.
My breathing quickens as she frees my erection through the slit in my trunks. I lean back, one of my hands splayed on the soft cushion, as she grabs the chocolate sauce.
I use my free hand to run my fingers through her hair, tenderly moving it out of her face, so I can watch as her mouth makes contact. I moan as she curls her fingers around the tip and firmly slides her hand down to the base, stretching the skin taut. Flashing me a cheeky grin, she pours the warm confection on the head of my cock. Her eyes lock on mine as she swirls her pink tongue around the tip.
“Fuck,” I groan as she licks enthusiastically.
Her tongue moves up and down and all around, paying close attention as she cleans every bit of sauce from every inch of the tip and shaft. When she’s satisfied she’s gotten all the chocolate, she takes my cock halfway into her mouth.
I hiss as I lean my head back in pure fucking ecstasy. Her head bobs up and down, making my heart feel as if it’s ready to leap out of my chest every time my cock hits her soft palate.
“Fucking hell,” I say through gritted teeth as she squeezes the base of my erection, and I feel damn near ready to explode.
Her eyes are laser-focused on mine as she pumps her fist a few times, then takes me all the way into her mouth. Tears stream down her gorgeous face as my cock glides into her throat with some resistance. Tightening my fist around her hair, I let her bob her head a couple more times before I yank her head back. She gasps and chuckles a little as she catches her breath, then she goes for it again.
But this cat-and-mouse game has me teetering on the edge. As my cock once again enters her throat, my balls tighten up, and I let go of her hair as I lean back and explode into her mouth. She takes her time licking up every drop of cum around my twitching cock.
I have no desire to tell her to stop. This is her way of getting me ready for the next round. Unfortunately, we have more pressing matters to attend to.
I brush her hair out of her eyes and take her face in my hands, forcing her to look up at me. “Sit down, love.”
She looks confused as she takes a seat on the chaise behind her. “Are you not in the mood?”
I shake my head as I tuck my cock back inside my trunks and fasten my jeans. “That’s a silly question. You know I’m always in the mood for a good shag. But first, we need to talk.”
She looks worried now. “That sounds ominous.”
I laugh as I kneel before her and stuff my hand into my pocket.
The worry in her eyes turns to curiosity as she sees me pull out a box. “What’s that?” she asks as the corners of her mouth inch upward.
“You know exactly what this is,” I say, opening the box to retrieve the princess-cut diamond ring I’ve had sitting on the top shelf of my side of the closet for months, where my pint-size Alice could never find it.
Her face screws up as if she’s in physical pain, then she covers her mouth and weeps.
My fingers tremble slightly as I place the box on the table next to me and reach for Alice’s face to grab her left hand. Her entire body is shaking like a leaf as I place a tender kiss on her knuckles.
“Forgive me for interrupting you, my lady,” I say in the stodgiest Queen’s English I can muster. “I know you were having so much fun licking my sword, but I simply cannot wait any longer for your answer.”
She lets out a congested laugh as she uses her free hand to wipe her tears. “Your chivalry is not wasted, sir. Ask away,” she says in a terrible British accent.
Her comment reminds me of the first time I groveled at her feet, the day she told me my chivalry was wasted on her. We’ve come so far since then, me and this woman I love.
“Very well,” I reply, placing another kiss on the back of her hand. “I have but one question for you, and that is…”
Her gaze flits back and forth between my right and left eye as she waits impatiently for me to resume.
“I put ring on finger. You sign paper. Big wedding. Grow old together. Make me very happy. Yes?” I say in the most terrible caveman accent anyone has ever heard.
A strange sound comes out of her mouth, something between a woeful cry and cackling laughter, as she throws her arms around me before I can even place the ring on her finger.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shrieks into my ear.
I try not to drop the ring as I fold my arms around her and squeeze with all my might. Placing a soft kiss on the sensitive spot behind her ear lobe, I whisper, “You’re clinging, love.”
She loosens her hold on me and sits back again, her eyes searching for my hands. “You’d better get used to it. I’ll be clinging to you for the rest of your life.”
My heart is bursting as I slide the ring onto her
