9. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Ana Maria

J ustin did not warn me we were going to be having dinner with his parents and Daisy. I would have worn something less revealing. I was self-conscious throughout the meal, but Justin's parents made all our interactions seem easy and as if we'd known each other for years. This made me start to feel guilty. Would they be disappointed if they found out the marriage was a sham?

Is the marriage a sham? I have deep, loving feelings towards Justin, and I don't know what to do about those feelings. Daisy was a chatterbox during dinner and when she found out we were going to be staying at the bed and breakfast – I let it slip out – she started questioning us about it. I blushed profusely and let Justin and his mother handle it. Lord save me from inquisitive eight-year-olds.

Justin ushers me into his car, and he sits next to me in the driver's seat. He looks happy and at peace. I like seeing him this way.

"Hello, gorgeous."

"Hi."

"You look good enough to eat, Ana."

I blush profusely, remembering his prowess in the oral department. I want to be eaten again. I don't say anything. I just start fanning myself and avoiding his eyes. He just chuckles, not knowing that I'm not used to sexy talk like that. I think we both need to improve our communication skills with one another. Otherwise, this sham of a relationship could fall apart at any minute.

The drive to the neighboring town is nice, filled with chatter about Justin's campaign. He meets all of the requirements and just needs to file some paperwork. Then, we can get started with the groundwork. His company has already made a sizable donation to his campaign efforts. Justin was not very comfortable with it, but his brothers insisted.

I'm going to be running several events for his campaign in the coming months so that the people of Woodland Falls can get to know him. We have so much to do, like developing a platform and making sure the townsfolk know our stance on important issues. Overall I am excited, but not as eager as I am for what is going on tonight with me and my fake boyfriend.

The night is nice, and there seems to be some sort of event going on in the bed and breakfast's living room. We find the owner so she can check us in. She seems to be drinking champagne – celebrating early, I guess – and it's helping with her disposition. She's almost mellow as she does the check-in. Justin is the perfect gentleman as we go to our room.

I notice he's been touching me much more. Always reaching for my hand or my arm. I love it when he comes close, and I can breathe in his masculine aftershave – witch hazel is in there, I think – and I'm sure I look like an idiot sniffing him. He smells delicious and my legs are already wobbly with my need for him.

Justin opens the door for me, and I go inside the room. It seems we got an upgrade because this one is fancier than the one we got the other night. I check the bathroom and there's a whirlpool thingy in there—the things we could do in there, oh my.

I turn around too quickly and almost fall. Justin is right behind me and puts his arms around me.

"Whoa there, take it easy, gorgeous."

His strong arms and his overwhelming presence make my body start responding. I'm too hot in this coat, and I feel like if he touches my skin, I will burst into flames.

"Let me take this from you."

He takes my coat and hangs it next to his. I didn't even notice he'd taken his coat off; that's how distracted I am.

"This is a killer outfit, Ana."

I can't really tell him this is my "let's have sex" dress. Yes, it's the red one I showed Mandy last week. I feel Justin's gaze on me, but I've got my eyes lowered, and I'm wringing my hands. He separates those hands and takes them into his.

"It's just you and me tonight, Ana. You decide what happens and what doesn't happen in this room tonight. You're the one in the driver's seat."

"Okay," I say as I lift my eyes to look into his.

There's so much desire there that it spurs me on.

"You are beautiful, loving and kind. Smart as a whip and not afraid to show it."

"Thank you."

I'm still feeling a little shy, but the certainty I feel coming from him makes me relax.

"I want you so much, gorgeous. I want to kiss and lick every inch of your body until you're begging me to make you come."

"Oh, my. What else do you want to do?"

"I want to worship you like the queen you are. Give you so many orgasms you won't be able to leave this bed for hours."

A wicked glint comes into his eyes, and I start feeling naughty, too.

"Will you let me worship you too? Can I suck you until you burst into my mouth?"

My words have an immediate effect on him. He adjusts himself and makes a weird noise with his throat. I grab his dress shirt in my fist and try to pull him even closer than he already is. His mouth brushes my forehead with a kiss, and I feel his hands on my lower back. I look up and offer him my lips.

He immediately starts ravishing my mouth. I can feel the heat and desire he has for me in that kiss. It should be illegal to kiss like Justin does and I let myself go into his arms. He caresses me up and down my back, and I feel wanted. When he ventures down to my ass, I moan, telling him I approve of what he's doing and where he's going with his caresses.

I break our kiss – I'm a little breathless – and turn around in his arms. I move my hair to the side and show him my zipper. He places an open-mouthed kiss on my neck and slowly slides down the zipper. His fingers tease my skin, and I shiver with desire. The dress falls down at my feet, and I kick it off to the side.

Justin doesn't let me go, though. He teases my breasts from his position behind me, and I can feel his erection stabbing at my lower back. It's glorious and makes me more desperate for him to be inside me. When I reach to unfasten my bra, he brushes my hands away.

"Leave your underwear and your shoes on. I want to take you like that, gorgeous."

My heart is thumping inside my chest, and I think it might just explode. I reach out behind me and squeeze his cock through his pants. It's hard as steel and I want to feel it inside me. Justin pinches my nipples over the lacy fabric of my bra, and they perk up immediately.

I throw my head back to rest on his shoulder, and I feel his warm breath on my neck. My whole body responds to it unexpectedly. I feel a pang in between my legs and push my breasts forward to get more attention on my nipples.

One of his hands goes in between my legs and teases my pussy through the lace barrier.

"Oh, you're so wet for me, gorgeous. I love it. Give me more."

My hips push forward against his hand, looking for more friction. He presses against my clit, and a moan escapes me. I need more, I need more, I need more. He turns me around and places a soft kiss on my lips, then lets go.

I see he is still completely dressed, though not wholly unaffected by what we've been doing. I reach for the buttons of his shirt and start undoing them one by one. After each button I open, I kiss the skin that is revealed.

He has a hairy chest, and there's a happy trail that will guide me later when I'm on my knees worshipping him. For now, I keep opening button after button and placing kisses all over his chest. He's magnificent and I'm overjoyed with the fact that I get to explore his body tonight.

His deliciousness so enthralls me that I don't worry about what tonight will do to my heart. Right now, we're both here, and we're going to come together at last. I help him get his shirt off, getting a good look at his shoulders and bulging biceps.

This man should be a model or be on some calendar for charity. They would sell out. I keep caressing his chest and arms as he undoes his pants and takes them off. His boxer shorts show me everything I'm looking forward to, and I almost jump him right there.

He takes charge, though, and puts my arms around his neck, then my legs are around his waist and we're kissing passionately once again. He walks us towards the bed and then gently lays me down. I'm desperate for him. It doesn't matter what he does as long as he does it with me right now.

Sitting on the bed facing me, he takes my hand in his and brings it to his mouth. He places an open-mouthed kiss on the center of my palm, and I shiver. Then he starts kissing a path from my hand to my shoulder as Gomez did to Morticia in the Addams Family. It makes me smile for a moment, but each kiss leaves a searing mark on my arm that makes me wetter and wetter for him.

He bites my shoulder gently, and I think he's in a playful mood, but his face tells me he's more serious than ever.

"I've dreamt of taking you for so long. This feels like another fantasy. When I kiss you and catch your sweet honeysuckle scent, I realize I'm living in the moment, and you're really here with me."

"Justin, I need you. I need you inside me."

"You don't want to play?"

"Later. Now I want you to fuck me, please."

I add the last part so he believes I'm sweet and pliable. I'm that way most of the time, but he'll find the tigress inside me once we really start playing.

"You're going to be the death of me, gorgeous."

He gets into bed by crawling over me and lying beside me on his side. His hand moves the hair out of my face and caresses my cheek gently. His fingers move from my forehead to my nose, then my lips. He brushes his thumb against my bottom lip, making me open my mouth.

He keeps tracing my chin and neck with his fingers. It's like he's trying to follow the map my body is showing him. His face is so serious like this is the most important thing he has ever had to do. When he gets to my breasts, he lowers his head and starts kissing and licking them, avoiding the nipples.

The warmth of his tongue on my skin starts to drive me crazy. I hear someone whimpering in the room and then realize it's me who is making the noises.

"Justin, please."

I have a love/hate relationship with begging. It comes out of me more easily than I would like. It's the people-pleaser in me. Justin seems hypnotized by what he's doing, but my cry wakes him up. He crawls on top of me and places himself with his cock between my legs.

There's a barrier between us, and I want it gone, but he starts kissing me roughly. It's like something snapped inside of him, and he's become a ferocious beast that's about to devour me. I pull him closer to me as we kiss for what seems like hours until we finally come up for air.

"You're mine, Ana Maria Gonzalez."

With that declaration, he reaches between my legs and tears off my lacy panties. He tosses them aside, and before I can say or do anything, he plunges deep inside me. I gasp with surprise at the intrusion and the realization of how big he actually is.

He starts moving almost immediately, and all I can do is hold on to him. The thrusts are wild and desperate like he wants to fuse us together. All the while that he fucks me, he's whispering endearments to me, which makes me melt.

He freezes for a minute and turns us around so that I'm on top.

"Take me, Ana. Make me yours."

I blush but adjust myself so I can ride him like the stallion he is. This is no time to be shy. I don't take it easy on him, either. I start riding him with all I've got, and pretty soon, we're both breathless, and beads of sweat appear all over our bodies.

My body is almost at its boiling point, but I can't get there for some reason.

"Justin… I ca-can't."

He reaches up to my face so that I look down at him. He looks a mess and I'm proud I've done that to him.

"Come with me, Ana."

With that said, he reaches between us and starts teasing my clit. I arch my back and ride him hard until all the pressure that has built up inside me explodes, sending pleasure throughout my body. My pussy starts pulsating around Justin's cock, and that brings his own orgasm forward.

He groans, and I feel him jerk inside me as his hot seed shoots into my womb. I flop down on top of him and hide my face in his neck. Our bodies are sweaty and hot, but I don't think I can move a muscle. After a few minutes, his cock has deflated, and he shifts me to my side of the bed.

I can feel his cum trickling down my thighs, but he goes to the bathroom and brings something to clean me up with. He looks satisfied and in charge. When he returns to bed, he takes me into his arms and holds me close.

We turn the TV on to watch the New Year's countdown. This is the best way to start the new year—with someone you love cuddling with you. I know it's too fast, but I love him. I'm about to blurt this truth out when he scoots out of bed and returns quickly.

"This is for you."

He plops a velvet box on my stomach and smiles at me. I'm not really sure what is happening right now, but it can't be what I'm thinking. Can it? I reach gingerly for the box and hesitate for a moment. This can't be? I look at him, and he's still smiling at me like a loon.

I open it and sure enough, there's an engagement ring there. It's a simple band with a small diamond, but I find it beautiful. What I don't like is the way he has given it to me.

"Is this…"

"Your engagement ring."

"You forgot to propose."

"But we agreed…"

I get up from bed and start putting on my clothes. My fast, jerky movements show how angry I am right now. He gets up from the bed and pulls me into his arms.

"I'm sorry, gorgeous. I should have known. I'm just so excited for this engagement. Will you forgive me?"

He drags me back to bed, but the hearts I saw before vanished. What have I done?