Romeo

Carrying her toward the bed, I gently set her down. Not giving a damn about the water rolling off our bodies and soaking the blanket down below, I’m too busy crawling on top of her.

All of these days have been nothing but torture—so many times when I could’ve made her mine but kept myself back.

Now it feels like I’m being rewarded for my patience. Having this woman stirring and withering beneath me is nothing but a dream come true.

Charity is soft, her thighs squish beneath my touch. One teasing trail of my fingers up her leg makes them pull further apart. Her warmth grows the higher I travel.

Reaching the slickness growing between them, I graze her clit and notice the way she jerks. So pent up, I’m surprised she hasn’t begged me to skip the foreplay and get straight to the good part.

As if I’d even consider skipping over this bit.

One digit at a time, her body swallows up three of them. Working on preparing her, my cock is wasting no time coming back to life. I’m more than ready to sink deep into her heat. Slowly pumping them, my thumb grazes her clit once more.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, the sting hardly acknowledged as I’m too busy curling my fingers inside to stroke the fire within her deep and slow.

My cock throbs in pure jealousy as my patience continues to be pushed.

How much longer will I have to wait?

From the way my name comes out, and that familiar whiny tone of her voice, I realize how close she is.

Her moan is drawn out as her walls clench around my fingers. Hitting her peak, her hips lift from the mattress.

The air is filled with nothing but the sound of her uneven breathing. Slowly settling, she catches her breath while staring at me with wide eyes.

Even though I’ve pleasured her plenty of times before, nothing comes close to this. Tucked between her legs with my limbs tense, I’m all but ready to lose myself to her. Reaching my limit, I pull my hand away and grip my arousal.

Spreading her juices along my length, I’m guiding my cock toward her entrance.

“Need inside,” I groan as I feel like I’m on the verge of coming from nothing but the sounds she’s making.

Sounding wrecked, her legs twitch as she tries to keep them apart. Open and ready, not even her orgasm from my fingers is enough to satisfy her. Always so hungry, I’m ready to give her everything she needs.

Filling her with one solid thrust, we moan in unison. Fitting together like we were made for each other, I finally feel at home. Like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

I don’t realize how badly I missed this warmth until I’m buried deep. As much as I want to pin her down to the mattress and fuck her senseless, I need to make sure this isn’t going to be another one-off moment spent between us. I want this to be permanent.

“Marry me.” I sigh against her throat and kiss her racing pulse. “Make me the happiest man in the whole world.”

There’s no denying the way she stiffens up. It’s the first time I’ve been so direct. After all of this, I don’t know what else I can do to convince her of my feelings. At this point, I’ve spelled out my love.

“You realize that means you’ll be tied to me forever, right? I won’t ever agree to a divorce.” Trying hard to sound stubborn, her words are nothing but music to my ears. “Is this even the best time for this conversation?”

“It is.” Tickling her sides with my feather-light touch, I drag my fingers down to her hips and squeeze them. “Marry me. I’ll have a ring made for you in less than a week.” Leaning down, I place a light kiss on one of her breasts. “Before our son is born. We’ll throw one hell of a celebration.”

Back arching, she sighs with a smile. “You’ve thought about this before?”

“Every single day.” Drawing her nipple into my mouth, I nibble and tease. Refusing to thrust until I get my answer, her frustrations grow more apparent with the way she squirms beneath me.

Finally hitting her breaking point, she curses under her breath. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

As my next breath catches in my throat at her agreement, I can’t help but bury myself a little deeper. This feeling of happiness, something I get to experience so rarely, leaves my heart feeling so full.

She’s mine. As soon as I can get a ring, everyone who crosses her path will know it as well. After all of this time wanting her… I can feel complete now.

I’ll start making arrangements and call whoever I can to move this along. All that can wait, however. Right now, I’m going to make her mine in more than just a title alone.

“Do I need to be gentle?” With her stomach brushing against mine, I don’t want to risk hurting her or our child. With how much I have pent up, it’ll be one hell of a challenge to hold back.

Her ankles cross at my back, tugging me closer while wiggling her hips. Grazing her lips against mine, she groans softly. “My body will be fine. Please tell me you don’t plan on torturing me for much longer.”

“Not another second,” I promise as I shift back to sit on my heels. It’s hard to focus when I’m left with a view like this. Pale skin withering against dark sheets. Flushed in more spots than others, I trace each with my eyes.

Gripping her thighs, I ease myself out before thrusting forward and watch the way her body melts. Catching my stare, she doesn’t think twice about holding back either.

Knowing damn well how much power she has over me, her hands hover over her breasts. Squeezing and kneading, I’m left clenching my jaw at the moans leaving her lips.

It doesn’t take long before the water from our shared shower is turning to beads of sweat. Collecting and rolling off the curves of her body, I’m left mesmerized.

Pulling out almost all the way, a moan rolls off my tongue when I plunge right back in.

“This was worth the wait,” I tell her through my teeth. “You’re perfect, Charity. Forgive me if I don’t last. These last four months have haunted me.”

She blinks up at me, stopping my motions for only a moment. “What are you saying? Have you not…not even with your hand?”

There’ve been plenty of times when my cock has throbbed so painfully, aching for this woman. Finding it as nothing but a weakness, I never indulged. Hell, all it would do is make my hunger worse. I’d want her more and more, to the point where I would’ve taken her far sooner.

“I’ve considered it plenty of times before.” Admitting the truth, I give her a grin. “Told myself I’d wait until I had you back in my arms. At that point, I only wanted your hands on me.”

Scoffing, she shakes her head. “You don’t have to do that. For your sake and mine. Hell, I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve had to use my fingers and–”

Stopping her there, I don’t want her putting images in my head. I’m already fighting demons here.

Every time I feel myself nearing my release, I have to force myself to slow down. Even if she came to my fingers, I won’t allow myself to come until she meets her undoing.

Putting all my focus on the motion of my hips, I struggle to thrust evenly. Especially with the way her pussy tightens around my shaft, milking me with every motion.

Hearing the hitch in her voice, I thrust deeper, faster. Arching her hips, Charity meets me for each one.

Eyes fluttering closed, her fingers clutch the fabric below. With knuckles turning white, her climax is near. The way she squeezes me, it’s like her body is begging for my release. All she’s doing is bringing me closer and closer.

“ Charity. My bride.” Muttering all the titles I can possibly give this woman, my movement slows as her breath catches. The friction has become too much for her. I don’t even have to give her clit any more attention.

She comes with the sweetest gasp.

Heart thumping, I can’t focus on anything but the pleasure seeping through my veins. Thanking all those above for being able to hold on from this point, I’m hit with a rush that leaves me dizzy.

Clasping her hips, I pull her hard into my final thrust. Coating her walls with each hot spurt of my release, I’m left feeling wrecked.

Arching, she shakes and trembles before going limp.

Pulling out, I grab her chin and kiss her. Lazy and slow, we share the same exhaustion. Collapsing on the bed, a relieved sigh is the first to leave my lips.

Not wanting to be separated for long, I’m pulling her closer. Covered in sticky sweat, I’m sure we’ll be sharing another shower here in the future.

“I love you.” The words come out with ease and they slip out twice more as my fingers trail against her stomach. “You don’t have to return my love until you’re ready.”

I’ll marry her, have this baby, and raise him with the willingness to do it all with patience.

When she wiggles and pulls from my hold in order to roll around, she gives me those big brown eyes that make me want to crumble. She shifts closer so she can rest her cheek against my chest.

“You won’t have to wait long,” she murmurs as she flicks my nipple. “I have a secret. I loved you once, back at the beginning.” As she sucks in a breath to prepare herself, I don’t dare breathe to hear every word. “All this time, I’ve been trying my hardest not to fall in love with you again. All because I didn’t want you to leave twice.”

Before I can reassure her of not making the same mistake twice, she snuggles me closer.

“All this fighting has been useless. You’re too good at what you do.” With flushed cheeks, she meets my gaze once more. “You made me fall in love with you again.”

When she agreed to be my wife, I thought I felt true happiness. However, I now know how wrong I was. Not this…this ache is one I’d never be able to top.

“We should probably go clean up,” she suggests like the thought hadn’t crossed my mind before she told me she loves me. Completely clueless to the explosions happening in my head and my heart, her words hardly register.

“Later,” I promise. “No point in doing it now if we’re just going to get dirtier.”

Sputtering a laugh at that, she pinches my arm but my lock on her body doesn’t lessen.

I have no intention of letting my wife leave this bed until she doesn’t have the strength in her legs. Then I’ll have the excuse to carry her around.

I’m not going to be able to let her go any time soon.