The Proposal

The Proposal

Jax’s tongue circled her nipple, a sweet caress of warmth that made her back arch. His hands were busy, parting her thighs with coaxing brushes of callused skin over silky smoothness.

She ached. Every fiber of her being needed him inside her. Her hands, tied above her head and attached to the headboard, flexed and extended with each swipe of his tongue.

“Are you wet for me, Love?”

His voice was low and husky, a dry baritone that piqued her senses. “Yes,” she panted as she arched her back. “Feel me.”

Nipping her nipple, he slid his body downward, the smooth expanse of his chest gliding slickly over her bare stomach. His breath was cool against her overheated skin and she shivered as he blew across her navel.
“I’m going to taste you.” He released a slow breath, allowing the warm air to graze her smoothly shaven mound. “I’m going to lick your clit,” he whispered as he lowered his head and his tongue scraped across the swollen nub.

Annalise cried out, her hips rotating and rising from the mattress as he leisurely lapped at her.

“I want to see how ready you are for me, Anna, I’m going to feel you, inside, with my tongue first. Then I’m going to use my fingers, and I’m going to make you come.”

She loved when he talked to her, when he told her exactly what he was about to do. It was one of the things that made sex with him the amazing act it always was.

She raised her head from the pillow and looked between her breasts. His dark hair fell disheveled over his forehead. His nose rubbed her clit as his tongue parted her and slid within her pulsing cavern.

She moaned at the sight of him. As if he knew she was watching, he looked up at her, his green eyes boring into hers as his tongue slid in and out of her. He shook his head slightly, his nose hitting her clit with each movement until she thought she would come without any further effort from him.

He pulled his head away slowly and held up his hand. She loved his hands. His fingers were long and thick. He had working man hands. Muscled and callused and a perfect fit for her, inside and out.

Her body thrummed as he slipped one finger into her, using the pad of his finger to stroke the sensitive areas just within her opening. As she quivered, he slid a second finger in with the first, stretching her with scissor-like movements.

The heat of his mouth shocked her as it covered her clit and suckled. She fought to hold in the scream building as her body burned.

Jax nibbled easily with his front teeth, a teasing nip that made her throbbing nub pulse. She was going to come. She could feel it. It started in her toes, that burning, tingling that raced up her legs as her nipples hardened and her inner muscles contracted and squeezed.

“Come for me, Annalise,” he commanded, “now.”

She came hard. His fingers soaked in the milky cream her pussy released as his tongue and mouth coaxed even her clit into a complete orgasm and her juices filled his mouth.

She strained against the restraints as he continued to suckle her. His fingers jackhammered in and out of her, milking every last drop of her honey from the tight sheath.

“I need you inside me, Jax,” she begged.

He peeled himself away from her. “Turn over, on your knees,” he ordered gruffly, releasing her hands from the restraints.

Her body protested as she turned, but she maneuvered quickly. “Jax,” she moaned as she raised her ass in the air, “I need you now.”

Her pussy was throbbing, screaming, begging for him. She spread her legs open as wide as she could and arched her back, looking over her shoulder.

He had his cock in his hand. His eyes were glued to her ass, her pussy, all that glistening skin she knew was red and swollen.

“It’s your pussy, Jax, it’s all yours,” she coaxed.

He stroked himself, watching her as he did. She shuddered as she realized what he was doing. Making himself full-size. He wanted her to feel him, wanted her to scream his name and cry for more. He was going to take her, claim her, possess her.

The mushroomed head blossomed, turning a deep red as the skin pulled tight around the shaft. He grinned at her, a lopsided, cocky grin as he positioned himself. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the tender flesh. He plunged. With one long, smooth thrust, he smothered himself in her silk.

Annalise screamed his name as he filled and stretched her, the pleasure-pain so intense it brought tears to her eyes.

“Marry Me, Annalise,” he commanded as he withdrew. “Marry me and be mine like this for all time.”
“Yes,” she screamed as he thrust back into her.

Over and over he buried himself in her, his thrusts hard and demanding as he claimed her body. Together they cried out, their bodies tense and shaking as they came, sealing their love in promises.


Word Count: 869

Written for "The Weekly Quickie Contest"  on Dec. 23, 2011.
Prompt: In medias res is Latin for "into the middle of things." One of the hard parts about this contest is to get an introduction, story, erotic part and have a conclusion in a short amount of words. Sometimes I like to shake things up and try something different. So, lets do something different and do an "into the middle of" story. Forget about the introduction and start in the "middle of things." Yep, just get into it and then that should give more word count available for that along with a developed ending. Also, just to add extra challenge since there are so many holiday contest prompts right now, I say... Nothing having to do with the holidays.