Page 22 of Curvy Crush
I’m in shock. This moment was too perfect. I died from holding my breath and now this is heaven where I get to live out all my earthly fantasies.
“What?” I ask, wanting to make sure I heard him correctly and don’t have some kind of brain damage from lack of oxygen.
He smirks. “Will you marry me?”
“I’m sorry, but again,what?”
He laughs. “I know it’s sudden. We haven’t been together that long, but when you know it’s right, you know. I know that this, us, we’re right together. That’s why you applied for my job, that’s why I haven’t been able to resist you. That’s why we’re exactly where we are. I know this will work.”
I laugh. “How do you know?”
“Because, baby, we were made for each other,” he says, moving his mouth back to mine where he kisses me with soft, slow movements. I feel him grow hard again and he’s pressing against my folds. He moves his hips and his tip slides inside, but he doesn’t push back in.
“Will you marry me, Lola?” He starts slowly moving forward.
“God, yes,” I agree, and he slams into me, harder than ever before.
Epilogue
EVAN
ONE YEAR LATER…
I’ve been sleeping a lot later here lately. I no longer wake before the sun to get to the studio to work when everything is quiet. The quiet is no longer my inspiration. She is. I open my eyes and the soft glow of morning sunlight is filling the room. I stretch and yawn and roll over, finding my inspiration like I do every morning. I scoot closer and then wrap my arms around Lola, kissing her neck until she wakes up giggling like she always does.
She scrunches up her neck to try and block me, but it does no good because I just climb on top of her and settle my hips between her thighs. I nuzzle my face in her neck and turn my kisses into bites as I move lower down her body.
“Someone woke up in a good mood today,” she says between fits of laughter.
“It’s always a good day when I wake up with you,” I say, kissing lower.
Her tank top cuts me off so I pull it up and over her head, tossing it into the floor beside our bed.
It’s been six months since Lola officially moved in with me, and the once silent home is now full of life and excitement. I gave in and let her bring her TV, but it stays off most the time because if we’re both home we’re too focused on each other to care about what’s on the screen. We spend our days at the studio, we set up all her camera equipment in the extra space in the back, and then we come home to dinner together before going out on the balcony with a glass of wine to watch the wildlife scurry around. Every day with her by my side is perfect, and I know without a doubt that the rest of our lives will be, too.
The wedding is being planned and we’ve had some talk of our future. We both know we want kids, although how many and when is still up in the air. Right now, we’re enjoying every bit of alone time we can get and have no plans of ruining that any time soon. My life has changed in so many ways since we met, and all for the better. I’m no longer alone all of the time. I no longer work myself to death just to beat the loneliness. I enjoy life again, including going out and doing things I never thought I would. Of course, Lola drags me to all the town events, and I go without complaint because I know that as long as I’m with her, I’ll have a good time.
I pull her panties down her legs and I slide into her like she’s my home. Her heat greets me like an old friend and I know that my place in this world isn’t this house. It’s her. Wherever she is, is where I belong. I honestly don’t know how I lived so long without her. It’s like I was never truly able to breathe until she lit up my life. Now that I know what it’s like to breathe freely, I can never go back.
Her nails dig into my back as I rock against her, grinding against her clit and pushing her over the edge while she moans and cries out my name. I push her a little further and watch in awe as she shatters beneath me. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and watching her come is more captivating than anything else in the world. Watching her get off because of me is enough that it makes me want to come, but I hold back. I want this to last as long as possible.
When she pushes against my chest and makes me roll over, I know she’s not playing around. She’s going to get her way and I will spill every last drop. She takes her place on top of me and slides down my dick nice and slow. My hands grip her hips and I hold tight as she lifts herself up and lets herself fall. She grinds against me and rolls her hips. With each lap, she goes faster and faster. It’s to the point that I can longer hold off and just as she shatters again, I come undone, holding onto her until the very end.
“Whew,” she says, falling back beside me.
I laugh and pull her against my chest, holding her close. “I love you, Lola.”
“I love you too, Evan,” she replies, breathless from our love making. “But I need a shower and I want some breakfast. Plus, I have an appointment today and I’m pretty sure you have a painting to finish. Let’s get busy.”
I groan, but she climbs from bed, catching my hand and pulling me up with her. I groan all the way to the attached bathroom and she laughs at my dramatics. Once inside the bathroom, she releases my hand and turns on the shower. Then she spins around to face me with her brow lifted.
“Are you saying you don’t want to take a shower with me, cause I can do it just fine all on my own?”
“No,” I mumble. “I can’t miss watching you getting all soaped up,” I say, reaching for her but she holds up her index finger and steps back.
“Oh no, mister. Hands to yourself. We have a busy day today and you knew that before waking up all frisky. Now, let’s pretend to be adults, just for a few hours. Okay?”
“Fine,” I agree, stepping into the shower.
