Sunday, 29 March 2015
Sinful Sunday: A very intimate proposal
A very intimate proposal
In the eight months we had been seeing each other I had done everything to try and show her how much she meant to me. I had wined her, dined her, taken her to the movies, out to nightclubs and even taken her away for a sun-kissed vacation in the Caribbean but I knew, deep down that, until I let her make love to me like I did to her, our relationship would never be one hundred percent complete.
I had spent the whole day getting myself ready for this and once we had finished the special meal, which I had prepared from scratch and cleaned away the pots I took Julie-Ann by the hand and led her through to the bedroom.
Turning the stereo on I started the CD, which I knew was her favourite, pulled her close and began to kiss her passionately. Swaying gently, in time with the music, I held her as tightly as possible, without crushing her and knew that the time was right.
Pulling my lips from hers I looked deep in to her emerald green eyes.
“I'm ready, baby,” I whispered softly.
Smiling back at me Julie-Ann slowly undid my shirt, kissing my muscular chest lightly with each newly undone button, before slipping it off and dropping it to the floor. Soon she had done the same with my trousers and boxers, leaving me standing before her totally naked, my cock as hard as it had ever been.
Quickly stepping out of her own clothes she took my hand, led me over to the bed and pulled me down on top of her. As we kissed passionately our cocks rubbing against each other I, once again, looked in to her eye.
“Make love to me, baby,” I whispered. “Just as I have you so many times.”
“Are you sure you a really ready for this?” Julie-Ann asked softly, a look of uncertainty in her eyes.
“More than I ever,” I replied, before rolling on to my stomach and raising my ass for her.
Positioning herself behind me Julie-Ann reached for the lubrication I kept in the bedside table, squeezed a large amount into her hand and began to massage the ice-cold liquid all over my virgin hole, occasionally slipping a couple of fingers inside me, until she decided I was lubricated enough to accommodate her thickness, without it hurting too much.
“Are you sure this is what you want, baby?” she asked once more, as I felt the thick, swollen head of her cock against my tightness.
“More than anything,” I replied, as I began to push my ass back against her hardness.
Gripping my hair Julie-Ann slowly pushed her hard cock deep in to my ass and, as she did, I let out a loud gasp.
Slowly she built up a steady rhythm and, as her cock slid back and forth, each thrust became a little harder and went a little deeper. Surprised at the lack of pain I was experiencing I tightened my hole around her shaft until, after what felt like hours, I heard her gasp before her thickness twitched violently deep inside me and she began to come.
Once she was fully drained the two of us collapsed on to the bed, our bodies wet with sweat and I pulled her close. Finally everything felt perfect and I knew there was only one more thing I had to do.
Turning my head, to stare at her beauty, I lifted one hand and brushed her hair away from her face and smiled.
“That was amazing, babe” I gasped breathlessly. “I never knew it would feel that good.”
“I love you baby,” Julie-Ann replied, a small tear forming in the corner of her eye.
“Why the tear then, babe?” I asked.
“Because I know what happens next,” she whispered, her voice breaking like she was about to cry.
“And what's that then?
“The same as every relationship I have ever had,” she replied. “You have got what you want and now you end the relationship, that's what.”
“Actually, baby, that was the last thing I was going to say,” I told her, as I reached down the side of the bed and found what I was looking for.
I pulled her naked body as close to mine as possible, smiled and offered her the small box I was clutching in my hand.
“What's going on babe? What's this?” Julie-Ann asked, a puzzled look on her face.
Taking the box back I opened it slowly and turned it around, so she could see the eighteen carat gold, diamond cluster ring.
“Julie-Ann you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I was just wondering,” I began, before taking a deep breath, “if you would do me the honour of becoming my wife.”