Page 67 of Neutral Zone
“Yes,” she pants, widening her legs for me. We’re both wearing shirts and shorts, but they’re all easy enough to work around. I hoist her up higher on the wall while she wraps her legs around me, my body thrusting on instinct.
Viv practically purrs in response. My fingers slip under her shorts and thong to trace her seam. She’s already fucking dripping, so I use my one free hand to tug my shorts down.
I line us up and drive myself home. Viv bites my shoulder to keep from screaming the whole damn place down, but I can’t blame her. Our sex life is incredible, but feeling how full she is? Feeling the outline of the plug as I push into again and again. She’s trembling in my arms, but I’m not giving her what she needs. Not yet, anyway.
But Viv has other ideas. Her inner walls are clenching around me, squeezing the life out of my cock.
“I need to feel it, Mickey,” she says, pressing her lips to my ear. “I need to feel you come inside me.”
The combination of her words and our bodies moving together is enough to send my brain into overdrive. All I know right now is Viv’s pleasure.
And that’s more than enough for me. I hold her against me and unleash everything I have. We rock together, riding the wave of endless orgasms.
“Okay,” Viv says, sighing as she leans her head against my chest. “That was worth leaving the party for.”
“Marry me,” I blurt, like we’re not a sweaty tangle of limbs. Like we’re not in a damn equipment closet. Like I’m not still half-hard inside her.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” I say shaking my head. “We were supposed to go to the fountain. It was supposed to be romantic. Instead, I —”
“Yes,” Viv says, smiling before she presses her mouth to mine. “Yes, I will marry you, because yes, I love you.”
Holding her close, I trail kisses down her neck. “Even if I messed up the proposal?—”
“You didn’t mess up anything. It was perfect. My body is tangled up in yours. My heart belongs to you. And I love you exactly the way you are.”
The End.
