Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Smoke

This is going to go down as one of the most auspicious days in our relationship, the day I propose to my Serena. I know she pretty much proposed four months ago after we rescued her from Stan, but I want to do it properly.

I pull out the ring I got for her. It’s a huge honking three-carat padparadscha sapphire. Here’s one of the reasons I love my Serena, she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to let those wishes be known. She told me point blank, no diamonds. My fiancée-to-be, told me no freaking diamonds and until I started looking, I had no idea how difficult it was to find a decent engagement ring that wasn’t covered in them. But I did as she asked because I’m not a total asshole, and after a bit of subtle checking with Cleo, I settled on the glittering padparadscha sapphire, because orange is her favorite color. Snapping the ring box closed, I’ll just have to wait and see if she likes it.

I pace around, waiting for her wake up. My love is now six months pregnant and doesn’t like to wake up early anymore. I can’t really blame her, she is creating a new life right now and that must be exhausting. I decide to make myself some coffee while I wait. That smell draws her downstairs and I see her descending the steps, her gently rounded belly is so beautiful that I can’t take my eyes off her.

She chuckles when she comes into the living room. “You used to gaze lovingly at me. Now all you do is stare at my belly. I’m starting to feel like you’ve found a new obsession.”

I fall into step with her. “Absolutely not. I have a lifetime to gaze at your lovely face. That beautiful belly of yours has a short shelf life. I’ve got to look while I can.”

She pulls out a coffee cup, fills it up and adds all her flavorings. I just stare and stare and stare some more because my wife is a fucking goddess. She turns to me with her cup in one hand and uses the other to untie the silken belt holding her robe together. When it falls open, I see she’s not wearing anything underneath. Something about the black silk fabric caressing her pale skin makes me rock hard in an instant.

“What are you doing to me,” I whisper, totally shocked by the unexpected treat she throws me when I least expect it.

“Just reminding you that I’m more than more than a belly,” she replies slyly.

“Nope, this feels like belly worshiping time to me.”

She grins, “Go on then.”

I rush forward and fall onto my knees like a crazy man and cup her belly in my hands. I place a reverential kiss over my child and then tilt my head up to look at her. “You do know that I have enough love to go around, right princess.”

“Yeah, I do know that.”

“Then what’s this all about? You’re normally belly proud.”

She lifts one leg and hooks it over my shoulder, and I’m flooded with the scent of her. The reality of our situation finally slams home. “You’re feeling need this morning, sweetness.” It’s a statement, not a question because we both know she is.

“I’m a hormonal wreck and since it’s all your fault, you get to soothe my savage need.”

I love the pouty tone of her voice and can’t wait to get my mouth on her. “Don’t you worry, princess. Whenever you need, I’m fucking yours.”

“Less talking and more sexing if you don’t mind.”

Gawd, I love her flippant tone so much that I get right to work.

“Remember that time we had sex at lookout point? I pulled up my skirt and you were so shocked that I wasn’t wearing panties.”

Oh fuck, I sure do remember that night. I don’t stop licking to tell her so though.

She moans when I attack her clit. I feel her tangle her hand in my hair and she pulls my head back to look into my eyes. “You’re a naughty man who almost got coffee spilled all over him.”

“Better set it down, princess,” I taunt her. “Because I’m about to go for broke here.”

She leans back exposing her glistening pussy as an offering.

Unable to contain my excitement, I dive back in, all thoughts of proposing gone from my mind. We move together as her pleasure reaches a peak, and she climaxes on my tongue. There is no better experience in the whole world than this. Making the woman I love come, is a great source of pride for me. Serena always gets at least one orgasm compliments of my mouth before I even think of satisfying my cock.

When she drops her leg away, I’m a little disappointed. I could have gone another round.

“Which would you prefer, riding my cock or moving straight on to breakfast?” I ask with what I hope is a charming grin.

She cups my face in her hands and drops a kiss on my lips, “Neither actually. I want to taste that gorgeous cock of yours.”

I look up and her eyes are filled with lust.

She grabs my hand and begins pulling me upstairs as she explains, “You know how pregnant women are renowned for having cravings? I’m having a fierce craving for you. You taste better than ice cream to me.”

“Fucking hell, princess.” It’s becoming increasingly clear that we aren’t making it out of the house today, so my brain gets busy devising other ways to present my ring and my offer of marriage.

Serena ditches her pretty black robe and climbs into bed. Fondling the ring box in my pocket, an idea comes to mind. I hold up one finger and say, “Give me a minute to freshen up and I’ll be right back.” Turning toward the bathroom, I scoop up the black silk belt from her robe and I say over my shoulder, “Don’t start without me.”

“I’m already started. You saw to that yourself.”

“Patience is a virtue, princess.”

I dive into the bathroom, execute my plan, and return naked. Serena takes one look at me and bursts out laughing. Gesturing to my rock-hard cock that’s wrapped up mummy style with her sash. “I have a present for you.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Your cock makes an excellent present. Get over here and let me unwrap it. Maybe this can be our holiday tradition. Every birthday and Christmas I get your cock wrapped up with a pretty bow.”

I move forward and stand boldly in front of her. “Don’t forget anniversaries.”

She gazes at my cock. “Black is definitely your color. It goes with all your tattoos and your rugged build.” Her hands come out to glide over the silk fabric.

I tease, “Are you saying this astonishing example of manhood couldn’t pull off a pink ribbon?”

Her eyes lift to mine. Your cock would look good in any color, but I have to say, you’re acting ten kinds of weird today.”

I gesture to my engorged silk-encased cock. “Unwrap your gift and find out why.” I stand nervously there waiting for her to decide if she wants to play this game with me. I’m gratified when she begins searching for the end that’s tucked neatly into a fold near the tip of my cock.

Eyeing me suspiciously, she goes back to unwrapping my cock. She unwraps the last coil to find that snuggled between my hefty family jewels is an equally impressive ring. It literally drops into her hand when I jiggle my hips. She holds it up to the light and gives it a curious look.

That’s when I realize it’s my cue.

I go down onto one knee and take her hand in mine. “I know we kind of discussed this already, but I want to make it official. Serena Sommers, I want you to be my wife.” I take a breath, organizing all the reasons we would be good together, but she cuts me off.

“Yes. Of course, I want to be your wife, but please tell me you don’t have any more rings hidden on your person?”

I don’t even care that she’s joking around about marrying me. My heartbeat speeds up even as my anxiety diminishes. This beautiful woman wants to make a family and share her life with me. I cup her face and give her a lingering kiss.

“Thank you so much for saying yes. I’ll be the best husband you ever had.”

She fights a smile. “Thank you for asking, and not making some over the top production of it. This felt authentic, warm, and loving. I’m sure I’ll be the best wife you ever had as well. How did you know about the color?”

I was about to explain, but she got there first. “I wondered why Cleo was asking me hypotheticals about jewelry.” She holds the ring up again and smiles at it, before slipping it on her finger.

We press our foreheads together, amused at our impromptu words of devotion. Pure contentment fills my heart and mind. Serena chose me, out of all the men in the world to spend her life with and it fills me with pride.

“Now what about my present? The ring is beautiful, but I’m still hungry for my man,” she licks her lips slowly and eyes up my cock, as a smile spreads over her face.

Oh hell, yeah. I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with this beautiful, brave, intelligent, ferocious, headstrong woman who knows what she wants and makes sure she gets it. I don’t need any more encouragement as I lie down and feel her lips on me, as she takes me to paradise in her mouth.