Page 24 of Eight Naughty Notes

“That’s exactly what I had in mind.”

“Mmmmm. Well, since it’s just the two of us here, it looks like that’ll be my job.”

I moved closer to where he stood in front of the full-length mirror in the decadent bathroom. He reached for a thick white folded towel, and instead of using it to dry himself or even me for that matter, he dropped it in front of him for me to kneel on in front of him.

“You catch on fast. Now put this dick in your mouth.”

Without any hesitation, I obeyed. Even with my medical doctorate, even with all the accolades I received as one of the top pediatric internists in the country, I was just this man’s woman. What he wanted from me, I’d also give him, because that’s all he did for me. Give me what I want. From my spirit, my soul, to my nearly aching body, he continued to love me, wholly and deliciously. So, when his hard dick fell in front of my hungry mouth, I pulled it into the back of my throat and, with impeccable gag control, worked his thick length back and forth until so much of my spit was hanging from his dick, my chin, and dripping down his full balls that I cupped, I feared I looked like Cujo, the rabid dog. I didn’t care. He seemed to love it.

“Fuck, baby. You do that shit so good.” His praise meant the world to me, and when he reached out to palm my bobbing scalp, I moaned onto his hard flesh.

He nearly lost his mind and began pumping himself deeper into my mouth, the bulbous head of his dick, tapping my tonsils over and over as my lips massaged his chocolate skin. My eyes watered, my jaws ached, but I loved every moment of pleasuring him and hearing his moans just because of me. So much so that I reached in between my thighs and began playing with my plump clit. I was dripping wet. It was all over my lips, my thighs. That’s what he did to me. He made me insatiable with lust that only a man that thoroughly loved his woman would get.

His positioning had been allowing him to watch me through the mirror, so when he saw me finger fucking my own damn self, he grit out, “Fuck, get up, baby. I need that sweet pussy now.”

I had no trouble obeying him more. He helped me from off the floor and smacked my ass cheek when I moved in front of him to enter the well-appointed bedroom portion of our suite. When I got to the bed, he had me lie on my back and I knew he planned to take hims time, but I couldn’t bear it.

“Christian, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Get inside me now.”

His smile was wicked before he leaned over me and kissed me so hard, so sensually, until I moaned into his lips and his tongue. Until the vibration from the response, his or mine, reached down into my core and made my pussy jump. When he was satisfied that his kiss did what he wanted it to do, he gave me what I wanted and thrust inside of my wet body. Just like that, my body exploded into a million sparkling stars shooting through the Egyptian sky. Nothing could have prepared me for where my life would be. That I would have the career and the man. That I would have love wherever and whenever I needed it. But here I was, a prism of light, refracting his life. I was a trillion particles of dust, molded together by the love of God’s universe, and I was this man’s woman from now until … the end.

“That’s it, baby. Just let me love you.”

“I will, Christian.”

“Good, because it’s time to put that pretty ass in the air for me.”

Later in bed, with my head over his heart, his arm wrapped around my body, and my eyes drooping close, I tried to hold conversation.

“You’re not going to say, Merry Christmas to me?” I was mumbling. I could hear it, and so could he.

A deep, sexy chuckle rumbled out from his chest. “Merry Christmas, Tori. I’m giving you all the gifts I have for you, starting with me.”

“Merry Christmas. I love you, Christian.”

“I know. I love you from now until forever, Tori.”

I sighed with content.

“Matter of fact, look on your nightstand. There’s something there for you.”

“I didn’t see anything earlier.”

“It’s not earlier, is it?”

I nearly grumbled out my dissatisfaction with having to move from the most perfect sleeping spot in the world, but his sexy chuckle gave me good reason to move anyway. I wanted to plop him. He grew silent as I twisted around and flipped on the lamp light. I hadn’t noticed anything lying there earlier but I had been preoccupied. Just as he said, there was a note made out to me. I turned back to look at him, and he was still reclined on his back with his eyes closed. Not a care in the world. I turned back to the folded note and opened it.

Be my wife.

-Christian, Your love.

I gasped. I flipped back over and this time, found him sitting up, holding out a 2-carat pear shaped diamond ring set in platinum. The tears pooled in my eyes nearly made it impossible to make out the details of the beautiful ring, but I could see him clearly. I saw his love, I saw his faith in me, and in us. There was no way I’d pass that up again.

“Yes, I’ll be your wife, Christian.”