Losing You: a prequel to It's Not Over by Melissa M. Marlow Page B

if she already called out my name.  Now it’s time to get serious.  I pulled myself from her grip and slowly kissed her down the middle as I made my way south.  Only pausing at her belly button to drive her a little mad as I devoured her there.  Both of her hands gripped my hair.  Not wanting to wait another second to see her next reaction I made my way to the sweetness of her core and planted a full open mouth kiss.
    Pushing up to her elbows looking down at me with an uncertain expressing showing her disbelief of what I just did she scolded, “What are you doing?” 
    Acting like the devil himself I dipped down only to run my tongue from her opening all the way to her clit keeping my eyes on her for the reaction.  Dropping her head back, falling to her back, her hands fisted the sheets when I licked up her clit to suck her flavors.  Naturally her legs opened to me as she raised her knees placing her feet to the bed she bucked upward at the sensation.  Needing to control her I wrapped my arms around her legs pressing her stomach down as I devoured her into ecstasy.  Her whimpers, her cry’s, and her moans all came out with my name on the end. 
    “Paul, I need you now.”
    Not yet baby, which I didn’t take time to tell her.  I continue my assault of the wet folds, her clit, and the core of her until her legs shook from pleasure.  Slowly I crawled up her as the rest of her body trembled against mine.  She’s mine all mine, all she has to do is say it.
    My own pain of throbbing needed to be satisfied, but I had to hear the words.  “Are you sure you want to do this?”
    Her word came out breathy, “Yes.”
    Spreading her wide beneath me I rubbed against her core, “Tell me.”
    The need in her voice came out pleading, “Please Paul.  I need you in me.”
    I wanted to stay true to my promise to her father.  Still not the words I wanted to hear from her I asked, “Are you going to marry me?”
     
     
    Jessica
     
    Why did he have to make me come if he didn’t intend on finishing the job without telling him I would marry him?
    He reached between us stroking me with his penis held in his hand.  He knew what he was doing and it drove me crazy.  Wanting him to fill me with his love before I explained the bomb I intended on dropping on him.  Reaching my arms around him to pull him tighter, hoping he wouldn’t be able to resist.  Taking the tip his penis and placed it against my opening without inserting he drove me mad.
    That crazy devil grin came to his face as the pressure of him told me he is there and willing if I said the words.  If I told him no would he stop making love to me?  Finally breaking the silence he pushed, “Jessica, you have to tell me you will marry me.”
    I bit my lip and dug my fingers into his butt pulling him to me, “Not yet, Paul, please.”
    He took my hand and sucked on my ring finger searching for something with his other hand.  When he found what he reached for he slid his mouth from my finger.  He gazed at me with pleading eyes as he pushed a little further into me, driving me to want to beg him to do it.  I wanted to tell him I’m leaving and that he had to hurry, our time was limited.  He slid the ring on my finger, “Please tell me you will marry me?”  He pushed into me a little more and I gasp, “A year.”
    He pushed harder almost in me.
    “We can plan on a year?”
    “Start planning in a year.”
    He pushed into me as the tears escaped my eyes and trickled down the side of my face.  Waiting to see if it hurt being the first time for me his hands came to hold my face, “Does it hurt?”
    I shook my head because it didn’t hurt, but my heart did.  He pushed to me again as his mouth came to mine deeply.  His tongue taunted me as he pushed to me again driving deeper with each stroke.   He moaned as he moved to and from me.  When he would pull away I wanted to beg him to push into me again, but by the time I would open my mouth he’d dive back