Page 48 of The Best is Yet to Cum

“I don’t want you to feel pressured to propose.”

He chuckled before eating a piece of steak. “I can’t get you to agree to move in with me. I’d be crazy to ask you to marry me. I’m a man, but my heart can’t take that much rejection.”

“Oh, umm, okay. I just didn’t want you to feel pressured because of my mother.”

“If I proposed, would you agree to move in with me?”

“We don’t have to be engaged or married to live together. I’m not interested in doing any of it.”

He frowned. “You’re saying you don’t want to move in with me, get engaged, or get married?”

“I mean, eventually, we can live together, but after the disastrous marriage I just got out of, marriage is not on my radar.”

“Hmm,” he responded, seemingly in deep thought. “That’s good to know.”

“Are you cool with that?”

He shrugged. “If I want to be with you, I have no choice but to be cool with it.”

I waited to see if he would say more, but he didn’t. We finished eating in silence, and the tension was thick. I didn’t want to spend the rest of our evening at odds, so while he showered, I prepared to take his mind off our conversation.

“What’s all this?” he asked when he saw the setup.

“I want to pamper you if that’s okay.”

“I’m down.”

For the next few hours, I gave him a mini spa treatment. I started with washing his hair and beard, spending ample time massaging his scalp and stroking his beard. After cleansing and exfoliating his face, I cleared his pores before gently massaging for a few minutes.

Once I had applied the mask on his face and cucumbers over his eyes, I got two bowls and filled them with oatmeal and lavender to soak his hands. I thought he might start complaining by the time I reached this point, but he was a willing participant.

I filled my foot spa with warm water and Epsom salt. He nodded off while his hands and feet soaked, and I removed the mask and cucumbers from his face before applying the skin toner and moisturizer.

He was in and out of sleep while I gave him a basic manicure followed by a pedicure. When I finished, I woke him up with kisses all over his face.

“Damn, that was amazing. Thank you, baby.” He pulled me onto his lap and showered me with kisses.

“You’re welcome. Have you ever gone to a spa?”

“I’ve never even thought about it, but I thoroughly enjoyed this experience.”

“Good.”

“You know what I’d enjoy even more?”

“What’s that?”

“Having my pussy on a platter. I want to see how many licks it’ll take to get that gushy stuff in the center.”

“Mmm, and what else?”

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Clinton

“While I appreciate those fancy soaps and oils you used, nothing is as good for my skin as the nectar that seeps from your honeypot.”

“Oh, really?”

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