Page 20 of Grumpy Bossy Billionaire Enemy

The Night Under the Sky

Henry

The moonlight shone directly on us. I gently removed Amelia's blue silk blouse. She undid my zipper hurriedly, and I removed her shorts with a little help from her. I raised my t-shirt above my head. Now Amelia was naked but for her baby pink bra. I lent her a final hand in taking her clothes off. I slid my hand to her bra to undo the hook. I felt Amelia shiver when my hand rested on her shoulder. We were fully naked, trying to enjoy our passion. I pushed Amelia's hair behind her ear to reveal every corner of her beautiful face. My other finger trailed from her neck down to her lower back. Amelia jumped from what seemed like an electrifying jolt.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands fastened around my neck. I bent in to kiss her.

Amelia shivered again, an even longer one that extended to me. She motioned to take her breast in my mouth, a shy gesture made when she looked down at her breasts. I took the cue, caressing her breasts with both hands, feeling the plumpness of their round fullness. Amelia leaned in, igniting our lips like fuel to a fire. The texture of her lips increased my urge; so I kissed her again, roughly, fading the environment out of my mind.

Nothing else mattered but Amelia's presence. “I have missed kissing you.” Amelia's breathless words distracted me.

“I have missed kissing you too,” she iterated.

I parted her mouth and heard her sharply inhale when our tongues met. Her tongue went into the depths of my mouth, searching, longing, and thirsty to savor the yearning of our desire. I feared that my tongue could get stuck in her throat if our kiss went any deeper. She stubbornly held on to me, refusing to catch her breath as she moaned. Amelia's quiet moaning slowly turned into a cry. A loud, passionate cry that filled my ears. The silent night echoed Amelia’s cries. For a split second, I was concerned that the neighbors might hear the disturbing noise of our passionate spree.

Amelia's rolled-up eyes wiped away my concerns. Those eyes subtly begged that I take her right away. I spun Amelia over as she held the edge of the sofa. Her bare butt was facing me. Amelia's knees were bent at a perfect angle for me to enter without a glitch. I pulled her closer, angling her to my hips as we made a perfect K shape. My grown hardness rubbed her butt as it found its way into her vagina. My hardness strained, stabbing her behind as she made a perfect arc. I grabbed her handful ass cheeks with both hands, letting the warm evening wind slap my face.

I followed the slippery road into Amelia, still holding onto her butt as if she would escape. A stifled sound escaped Amelia's lips. She made a louder sound at the second thrust; it sounded like my name. At the third thrust, her words became clear.

“Henry!” she moaned my name into the dark sky.

She bounced her butt on me as my thrusts turned to faster stroking. The warmth from her insides overtook me. An escalating pleasure swept over me. Amelia begged that I go harder, gushing out the hidden pleasure in us. My nerves were electrifying, and the constant jerking from Amelia told me that she felt the same.

The sensation of the moment deepened, so each thrust came deeper, faster, and needier, resonating through every fiber of my body. Her breathing increased…her moaning, too. I took the clue that she was closer to coming. Her pitched sound made me stroke even faster, releasing both our orgasms simultaneously. Amelia's weakened knees fell on the sofa, and I fell beside her. She looked over at me as she tried to catch her breath. I pulled her closer, holding her as she regained her normal self. I looked around us and found our clothes on the ground.

Amelia laughed, “That was good.”

“Yeah,” I affirmed.

A long silence washed between us as I gently caressed her hair. “Do you think the neighbors will file a complaint for public disturbance?”

“I don't know,” I mused. “Are you worried about me being fined because we had sex outside?”

Amelia shrugged. “It's one of those things you get from being an American.”

"I'll pay whatever fine comes with it," I replied, "no matter how much it costs."

The night was silent again. Amelia and I stared at the tiny, dim lights from the stars.

“Amelia?” I called her name under my breath.

She was sitting close enough to hear. “Yes.” She turned around, smiling and waiting for my next word.

“Will you marry me?” I asked. “I know I've put a ring on your fingers, but that was because I was mandated. Now, I am certain that I want you to be my wife."

I brought a golden necklace with a love-shaped diamond pendant from a box by the sofa. I held the necklace in front of Amelia's face. The diamond pendant dangled before her, sparkling. I was not sure she knew what I was doing because I was about to propose again.

I paused to exhale. “Now, I want you to marry me because you want to, not because you are expected to.”

“Amelia Johnson, will you be my wife?”

Amelia’s eyes glowed as she answered, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

"Yes, I'll marry you, Henry Robinson." Amelia turned her back to me, holding her hair up as I put the necklace around her.

She leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss. "Do you want to go inside?"

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