Sam

One Year Later

"One more, angel. Give me one more."

With Isla's legs straddling my face, I grip her arse and suck hard on her clit. Her screams of pleasure spur me on as she arches her back and grinds her cunt against my mouth. Humming against her, I bring her right to the edge, but I don't let her come.

"Sam!" she shrieks. "You know I was close."

"Oh, I know," I chuckle darkly and slip out from under her. "Don't move, or I'm eating your arse for breakfast." She lets go of the headboard and sits back on her heels. "What did I say?"

Scrambling to return to her original position, she laughs, "Sorry, I thought you were kidding!"

"I'm nothing if not a man of my word." I rub my palms over her perfect, taut arse, then lift one before bringing it down with a crack. She moans, and I kiss the red handprint. "You knew what you were doing, love." I lift my other hand and mark her other side, harder than the first.

Her breath ragged, she admits, "Maybe a little."

I kiss the other mark, groaning against her skin. I nip at the sensitive flesh, then force her legs apart and tilt her hips up.

So fucking beautiful.

I lick from her clit to her arse, making her shiver. Continuing to lick up and down her crack, I slip two fingers into her soaked pussy.

"Oh, fuck. I'm going to come."

"No, you're not.

"Yes, I am," she whimpers.

"No. You're going to be my good fucking girl and wait for me."

I drive my fingers deeper, loving the feeling of her tightening around me as she gets close. As I pull them out and suck them clean, she whines, "Not again!" Kissing up her back, I reach around to her tits, pinching one of her nipples. Isla squeaks my name, but as the pain becomes pleasure, she purrs, "I need you."

"We don't have time, you have to get to work."

"No! So help me, if you don't let me come…"

I nip at her ear and slip my cock into her cunt, but only an inch. "You're going to be late."

Isla pushes back onto me until I'm fully seated inside her. "I don't care." She tries to claim her orgasm, rolling her hips against me. I fucking love when she's greedy like this.

Sitting back, I pull her away from the headboard until our bodies are flush. She reaches between her legs, but I swat her hand away. "No, love."

"Please," she begs breathlessly.

She tries again, and I pull her off my cock. "Since you're not listening…" I reach into the nightstand and take out five silk scarves.

Turning to face me, her eyes are wide. "We definitely don't have time for those."

"Lie down, Isla," I command, and she moves until I'm able to tie her hands to the headboard. I fasten the scarves then do the same to her legs, tying her ankles to the foot of the bed. The fifth, I cover her eyes with and tie it behind her head. Isla tilts her chin, lips parted and seeking mine. She smirks as I kiss her, getting what she wants. "Fuck, I'll never get enough of you," the words tumble from me, though it's the truth.

I rub the head of my cock up and down her slick cunt before pressing inside. She's always been a perfect fit. Isla tugs at the scarves, attempting to wiggle free, as I continue my slow, deep thrusts. It won't be enough to make her come, but I want her desperate before I take her over the edge.

"It's too much," she breathes. "I need to come."

"You're doing so well, angel. You're almost ready; let me play a little longer."

She nods, and I pick up my pace, making her pussy clench tighter around my cock. I've had my fun, so I reach between us and circle her clit and fuck her harder.

"Hold on, Isla. I know you're close."

"Yes… Right there… I?—"

I press harder on her clit, making her cry out. She's not going to last much longer. "Let go for me."

I suck on her shoulder in a spot that won't be visible for work as she soaks my cock and the sheets beneath us. Removing her blindfold, I kiss her hard and continue my punishing thrusts until I find my own release, filling her with every last drop.

"Sam," she whispers against my lips, "that was…"

I pull out and untie the scarves, then take her in my arms, holding her tightly against my chest. "You were perfect, love."

"How am I supposed to go to work? I can barely move," she laughs.

"I'll come by and take you to lunch. If you're sore, I'll kiss it better."

"You just want to fuck me in a library."

"Of course I do, but I don't have time to properly take care of you before you have to leave. Are you all right? Do we have time for a quick shower?"

She doesn't reply, and I know it can be a lot for her when I tie her up. Without another word, I slide off the bed and carry her to the shower. I set her down and pull her close, kissing the top of her head and whispering into her hair, "I love you, angel, so fucking much."

"You're an idiot," Jodi growls.

"It's nice," I counter, pointing at the ring in the display.

"Nice? That's what you're going to get: nice? This is Isla. She doesn't deserve nice." Jodi crosses her arms over her chest. "So help me, if you don't find something unique and beautiful like her, I'll propose to her myself."

"We've been looking for months!" My arms fly wide. "Nothing's perfect."

Her shoulders fall. "We've been over this. You could propose with a ring from a cereal box, and she would say yes. It's not the ring, it's the gesture. Do it at the library like you wanted to a week after you met her, and call it a day."

It's true. A week after I met Isla, I stopped by the library to take Isla to lunch and decided right then and there that one day she was going to be my wife. It's taken me a full year to figure out the perfect way to ask her, the perfect ring, the perfect time… and nothing is good enough.

Jodi needs to get to an obstetrician appointment, so I'm left to fend for myself. Unable to find anything worthy of my soon-to-be-fiancée, I leave as well, and head to the library to take Isla to lunch.

The entire drive, I have a knot in my stomach, pissed at myself for not finding what I was looking for at the store today. My frustration must be plastered on my face when I walk into the library because Isla asks, "Who died in your book today?"

I take her in my arms and kiss her temple. "No one died, I just didn't find it."

"Find what?" Isla pulls back to look at me.

"Nothing," I sigh, though it comes out more like a growl.

"Sam," she warns. "What's wrong?"

Fuck it.

I've waited too long for the right moment, the right ring, the right place. I take her hand and lead her to a quiet space in the nonfiction section of the library that no one frequents. The moment we're out of sight and earshot of everyone, I press her against the shelves and kiss her roughly as if I haven't tasted her in weeks—even though I made love to her this morning.

"Sam, wait. What's?—"

"When was the last time you let someone love you?" I mutter against her lips.

Her hands cupping my face, she pulls back an inch and smiles wide. "You, this morning."

"Then, will you marry me?"

"Are you serious?" she asks hopefully, and I kiss her again.

"I don't have a ring. But I love you more than anything, and I want you to be my wife, Isla."

"Sam," she breathes.

"Marry me?"

"You are serious… Shit. Ok." She looks left and right, then back at me. "Yes… And I know you're thinking it, but we can't fuck in the library."

I'm hard from imagining her bent over and gripping the shelves. The last three times we attempted it, we were nearly caught.

"I wasn't thinking it," I lie. "What time are you off?"

"Four hours." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she drops to her knees.

"What happened to no shagging in the library?"

"If anyone asks, I'm looking for an earring."

Isla unfastens my trousers and pulls down my boxers until my cock springs free. Looking up at me with doe eyes, she swirls her tongue around the tip then takes all of me in her mouth, making her lightly gag. I groan at the vibration.

"Fuck, angel," I whisper as she moves up and down my shaft.

Whilst she's stunning on her knees, I don't want to wait the rest of the day to touch my now-fiancée. As good as her mouth feels, I need to taste her, feel her perfect cunt clenching around my fingers and cock as she comes.

I tangle my hand in her hair and tug her off my cock, a small strand of her saliva sticking to her chin. She wipes it, embarrassed and looking away. I tilt her chin to bring her eyes back to me. "Don't." She knows better, that I think she's fucking incredible. I couldn't care less if we make a mess. Tucking my incredibly hard cock back into my trousers, I add, "Go tell the girls you're taking a long lunch break."

"Okay." I help her to her feet. "What are we having for lunch?"

"I'm having you." She rolls her eyes, but an idea comes to me that I can't brush off. "But the next time I make you come, it'll be as your husband."

Isla playfully swats at my chest. "You better buy me a vibrator arsenal then. I'm not waiting months for you to touch me."

"Today. I can't wait months for you to be my wife. Vegas has dozens of chapels, I'm sure one of them can fit us in. We can do a big wedding later if you want, but… marry me, right now."

She lifts onto her toes and kisses my cheek. "Meet me at the front. I'll be there in ten."

My chest warms. "Really?"

"Yes, but I don't need a big wedding. I've been there, done that. Let's make it the two of us, and I'll call Jodi and Travis to be our witnesses."

I take her delicate neck in my hand and kiss her with abandon, making her giggle "I love you" against my lips.

When we break apart, I whisper, "Not as much as I love you."

Vegas is known for taking everything from people. I'm not sure how I got so lucky with Isla, but I intend on spending the rest of my life loving her the way she deserves.