Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 12

"I do, don't I?" she agreed. "Here's another good idea. ... Let's get married!"

"Well that's romantic! I'm glad you put so much effort into your proposal."

"It's not a proposal, idiot. ... I mean, I suppose it is a proposal. But I didn't plan it."

"Clearly not. You know, a man likes to be wooed; to be brought somewhere special; to be made a fuss of ..."

"Yes, very funny, Roger. ... Roger? What are you doing?"

He was kneeling down, fishing in his pocket for something. He took her hand.

"What's this?"

He held out the ring, a brilliant diamond glistening in the afternoon sun, clasped in a ring of white gold.

"Danielle Goldrick. I love and adore you. You are my ideal woman. You are everything I ever wished for, every joy I dreamed of, everything good and beautiful I ever wanted. ... Will you marry me?"

She couldn't speak. Tears - unexpected, unbidden - smarted in her eyes. She cursed herself for being so wet.

"It's customary to give an answer - a polite one," he suggested, " so a poor fellow can get up."

"Get up, get up! Of course I'll marry you. ..." She was crying now. "... I'd hate to disappoint Gladys."

They kissed. It was a sweet, beautiful moment as they stood in silence, holding each other, savouring the feeling. He held her tightly, using his arm muscles to relieve the tension bursting out of his chest. She couldn't breathe but she didn't care.

"I didn't expect to be this happy, Darling," he said, releasing her. "I was in love with you a minute ago and I'm in love with you now, but it feels different somehow."

"I know exactly. It's because its real ... though it still feels like a dream."

"You're my dream and my reality."

They kissed again and were silent. When they spoke, it was at the same time.

"Sorry, you first," he said.

"I said: Mum will want a huge party, with all our families, friends and two-hundred notable guests - celebrities, ambassadors, you name it - all at a swanky hotel, or probably an island in the Seychelles. ... I don't want that."

"Neither do I, though my folks will expect something spectacular as well."

"So let's get married soon, just our families and a few close friends. In a year, when you've done your film, we can have a big party, for our parents' sake."

"When do you suggest?"

"First June, so it'll be easy for you to remember."

"That's in about six weeks, Is that long enough?"

"You know Mum, that's plenty for her and it'll keep her busy. ... Oh, Darling, I'm so happy I could burst!"

She hugged him.

"Me too. ... Shall we go home, or do you want to give Gladys the good news?"

They left via the reception, so Gladys could fuss over the ring while Danielle gloated. Back in the car, Roger said:

"Aston, take us home, please - the scenic route."

"Please specify 'scenic route', Sir?"

"Country lanes with high hedges, a pretty village with thatched cottages, a cricket pitch and a duck-pond."

It had been his plan to find a spot in one of those quaint little villages to propose, probably by the duck-pond.

"I understand, Sir. Route selected. Estimated time of travel: one-hour, fifteen minutes."

"Scratch that, Aston," Danielle countermanded. "Get us home as quickly as possible."

"Very good, Madam. Route selected. Estimated time of travel: forty-nine minutes."

"What's wrong, Darling?"

"Nothing. I just want to go home and have sex."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"I approve, of course, but why must we rush?"

"Because we're getting married in six weeks and I want our wedding night to be special, so I'm making this rule: no sex while we're engaged."

"Six weeks?"

"Oh, yes."

"All right, but aren't we engaged right now?"

"I think you'll find our official engagement begins at one-minute past midnight tonight."

"Well, technically, Darling ..."

"Technically? You mean, 'Technically, I don't want sex with my horny girlfriend for six hours straight, though I've not seen her in a fortnight.'"

"Hmm, quite so, Darling, I spoke stupidly."

"I forgive you, Roger," she was very gracious, "... depending on your performance tonight."

They held hands all the way home and, with a minor squabble about whose apartment they would spend the night in (his was prepared but hers was more comfortable) they agreed to pick up the food and wine from his place and were at hers by 6pm and in bed five minutes later.

3 Celebrating their engagement

Naked, warm and very randy, they lay together kissing, side-by-side, his left hand in her hair, his right hand massaging a large firm tit, the pink nipple erect and aching for his lips. Sure enough, he pushed her onto her back and worked his mouth sensuously down her pale neck and shoulders to the inviting nipple, loving the leap of her response to his hard suction.

He licked, kissed and sucked her nipples to his heart's content, and almost to hers as well; and then he worked his way further down her smooth curvy body. She had a thin waist, a nicely smooth belly, wide hips and a bottom exactly big enough to give him something to hold onto or slap as the fancy took him.

She loved when he kissed her ribs, so he gave lots of attention to those ticklish articles, but the thing to get her really going was to kiss slowly down the inside of her thighs on the way to visiting her pussy. Here he lavished his attention.

With a loving tongue and a gently probing finger, her gave her a series of teasing climaxes. Sensuous flicks of his tongue over her clitoris, an aching stretch from an elongated finger pressing down in her snatch, then short come-hither rubs with a finger-tip on her g-spot, took her many times to the edge but each time he stopped short.

Danielle couldn't help sighing. Her joyful moans were, at the same time, disappointed complaints.

She told herself not to beg for it, though she was more than ready. They knew they had to go slowly, to make it last. With six hours to have enough sex to satisfy them until the wedding night, they had to pace themselves. But what her conscious mind said, her erotic body contradicted. She bucked automatically, her hands in his hair, holding his head to her pussy. Eventually he pulled away.

"You taste lovely, Darling," he said.

It was always nice to hear it but she could say only "Mmm" in reply. Moaning deep in her throat, her eyes shut and back arched, she was hot, wet and aching to be filled; but she couldn't trust herself to speak, in case she wantonly begged for it.

Trying to hold off the pleasure was worse than succumbing to it. All her responses provoked and invited him. Roger knew the sounds of her begging moans and, at last, decided it was time.

He lay on her again, mouth to mouth, her legs spread wide. He pushed his hot hard cock deep inside. Despite her urgent need, he went slowly, gently, more patiently than she wanted, fucking her to a lento rhythm, each stroke a small step in the long path to her peak. She bucked in rhythm and held his waist. His tongue was in her mouth and she sucked on it, urging him on with a hum in her throat.

About five minutes later he shifted position. She sighed as he withdrew. He stretched her left leg up her body, holding it by the ankle. She shifted her bottom to give him better access and then sighed as he entered her again, enjoying the stretch and the different feeling of pressure on her vagina.

Again, he went slowly. Her moans filled the bedroom and, in a couple of minutes, she was nicely aroused again, climbing onto the plateau.

After another few minutes, however, he again shifted position, pushing her right leg up so her ankles were by her ears, her knees squashing her tits. Her bottom was wantonly raised off the bed, making a highlight of her soaking pink pussy, its damp eagerness craving his cock.

"Now he's got to finish me off," Danielle thought to herself. "I can't stay in this position all night;" but when he laid on her and stuffed his cock into her vagina, he still went slowly, giving her just enough friction to get achingly aroused but not enough to take her over the edge. It was frustrating in the best possible way and she was too nicely trapped under him to squirm or buck.

Yet another five minutes or so and he withdrew again and pulled her to the edge of the bed, turning her onto her left side, legs together, knees brought up to her chest, her bottom hanging over the edge, the red-cushioned edges of her pussy an irresistible target between the pink globes of her lovely round buttocks.

Standing by the bed, he held her waist with one hand, his other hand on her upper thigh and began fucking her again. Here was another pleasant position for her. She relaxed and let the sensual rhythm flow over her, starting her once more on the slow rise to a heavenly peak. She moaned with a breathy urgent whine, the ache in her pussy spreading along her thighs and up her belly to her throat. She felt the tightening, the bunching muscles before a big release - and then he stopped again, pulling out, leaving her vacant and unfulfilled.

As he lifted her left leg up along his body, she found her voice and protested, saying "Darling, please! Every time I get comfortably aroused and near to coming, you stop. What are you doing?"

"Everything," he replied.

"What do you mean, 'everything'?"

"I mean, this is our last chance for sex in six weeks, so I am doing every position I can think of."

She smiled and relaxed.

"Ah! Now I understand. All right, carry on."

She arched her back to stick her bum out more, inviting his penetration again.

"Just let me finish when I ask."

"Will do."

He pushed his cock in and began thrusting.

Now she knew what he was up to, she enjoyed it all the more. It may take her a couple of minutes to get into it after each change of position, but he was making it last and the slower the build up, the bigger her finish at the end. She was soon back on the plateau, whining and moaning with arousal, egging him on.

He stopped again, pulled out and raised her other leg, pushing her onto her back, her bum at the edge of the bed, her legs up his body, held together at the ankles. Here was a position she loved because he usually hit the g-spot with every thrust. Now he worked her a little harder, speeding up, guided by her moaning cries, his thumb between her legs, flicking over her clitoris.

"Yes! ... That's good! ... That's good!" she wailed. "Just like that!"

Her encouraging cries tailed off into incoherent moans as, this time, it was certain she was going to make it to the end. Crisp and needy chirrups were the sign she was close. He left her clit alone and bent her knees so her feet were flat on his chest, pushing up her bum a little and giving her a stretch.

He thrust faster. The tension was irresistible for him as well. There was no stopping either of them now. His hard drilling jolted and rocked her. Finally, the peak, so long delayed, arrived and erupted, shaking her thighs, clamping her pussy muscles on his cock in rhythmic pulses. She yelped and went quiet. Hot joy coursed over her skin. Her pulse beat in her ears.

He kept up the rhythm. She gasped and shook again. A splash of her squirt dribbled down her buttocks. Another sodden climax made her cry out. Then he cried out as well and made his final thrust, gripping her tightly, his load of tension released in splurges as the barely bearable pleasure boiled up and slowly melted away.

They stayed in place, breathing heavily, letting the tension ebb, then she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her. He lay on her and she raised her mouth to his for a satisfying kiss. Afterward, she smiled up at him.

"Autodrive?" she said, sweetly.

"Autodrive," he agreed.

After a short rest they started again. She sat astride him, took his cock in and swivelled her pelvis, making slow figures-of-eight, rubbing her clitoris over his pubic hair. When she wanted more friction, she bucked straight up-and-down. After some time, she raised herself to a squatting position and rocked back and forth on his cock.

As before, they changing position every so often. From the cowgirl stance, she leant backward to give a stretch to his cock, supporting herself on her arms and thrusting with her pelvis. Then she sat sideways on him for a while and swivelled, before turning her back to him and riding him leaning toward his feet.

From here, she performed a gymnastic move she'd never tried before. She stretched her legs out almost to the splits, lay on him still facing his feet and moved only her pelvis. This position got her off with a noisy climax. Her legs shook and she squealed with pleasure.

Afterward, she climbed on him again, lying on her back, legs apart, bent at the knees, feet flat on the bed. She guided his cock into her pussy and began to buck. He could thrust from underneath, so they shared the workload. She let her head drop back and turned it so they could kiss.

The position really hit the spot for her. She changed the angle slightly by pushing herself up on her arms, making a crab pose and thrusting with her whole body. A viewer from the side would have found it irresistibly erotic: her thick blonde hair cascading onto the bed; the wobble of her big tits topped by toothsome pink nipples; her thin waist and taut belly, glistening with sweat; her white pelvis beating out the rhythm; and her succulent pink pussy, filled with hard cock.

She came again and again. Only good insulation prevented her ecstatic cries from disturbing her neighbours as she reached her crisis moments. Every position brought her off, one way or another.

The lovers went for an hour or so, fucking slowly. Roger held off coming by stopping between every change of position. When he did come at last, it was in one of their favourite positions. He sat upright on the bed, knees raised, and she sat in his lap. They worked their pelvises together as he sucked on her tits and she held his shoulders.

She came first and her convulsions set him off, milking his cock of its load in joyful spasms. Then they lay together, breathing heavily, sweaty and glowing.

Having performed heroically and come twice, Roger needed a rest. Danielle was in a dreamy state, fulfilled and warmly relaxed. Unable to remember how many times she'd come, she bathed in the adoration of a man whose life seemed dedicated to pleasing her.

After resting fifteen minutes, she got up. Having missed lunch, it was a good idea to rebuild their strengths with some dinner. Leaving Roger semi-conscious, Danielle went to the kitchen and heated up the food.

She woke him and they ate slowly, sitting at the high kitchen table in their bathrobes. Then came dessert. There was only one, a small pot of fruity ice-cream. It was Roger's but Danielle insisted on having a taste.

"You should have ordered your own," he said. "You can have a spoonful but no more."

"All right."

"I'll choose the spoon."

She pouted in protest that he didn't trust her.

"And I'll feed you."

She smiled contentedly.

He dug out a spoonful and brought to her mouth. She ate it in a sensual, almost lascivious, way, with such pleasure that he said, "All right, you can have another spoonful." He fed her again and she licked her lips.

"Yum!" she said, which he knew was feminine for "more."

He fed her a third time and now there was a large mouthful left for him. He started offering it to her but when she opened her mouth, he swivelled the spoon and dropped the ice-cream down her front, through the gap in her robe, onto her bare tits.

"Now look what I've done," he said, and pulled the robe apart to get to the melting dessert with his mouth. It took him a few minutes to lick all the ice-cream off, especially because he licked in places the ice-cream hadn't fallen; but that was all right: Danielle adored having her tits adored.

It was clear that food and rest were beginning to invigorate him, so Danielle left her robe in the kitchen and led him by hand to the shower, where they washed each other and dried in a blast of hot-air.

In the bedroom, she lit the candles and got herself ready for the final two hours before midnight, which included fetching a tube of lubricant from the cabinet. She put it on the bed, saying:

"I want us to do everything we did before dinner, but this time stick it up my bum."

"Very happy to oblige, my lady."

They kissed and were warmly entwined when her dampness showed she was ready for more. He got her to kneel on the bed, pushing her bottom up in the air.

He eased her into it with liberal dollops of lube on his fingers, tenderly rubbing around her tight small hole. She shut her eyes and relaxed to the delicious sensation as he pushed a finger gently in and twisted it, smearing around a thick layer of cool gel. Soon he had two fingers in and she was breathing deeply, sighing and encouraging him on.

She loved anal sex because the slight pain at first made her feel submissive. Also, the rub on the nerves in her vagina was softened. She took longer to climax, building slowly, which made her orgasms last longer. But the main reason she liked anal so much was because Roger liked it. They were attuned in a special way now, so that her pleasures enhanced his and his pleasures enriched hers.

Danielle went on top again. He was flat on the bed. She squatted over him. With a gasp and some un-lady-like grunts, she enveloped his cock in her tight hole and began to ride him. Now she squealed as the pleasure grew. She changed to a kneeling position, then belly to belly; as before, changing position every few minutes.

Roger's third orgasm came when she was on her back on the bed, her bottom supported by a pillow, her legs in a wide V pointing upward. He knelt in front and held her thighs in his arms as he thrust to the finish into her arse. Her head hung backward over the edge of the bed, where the blood rushed to her brain, making her dizzy but also empowering her orgasm, spreading and deepening its impact. She had a series of the softest and most tingling orgasms of her night before he finally came with a groan and a sense of relief that he did finish before he collapsed from exhaustion.

After a good rest and some incoherent talk, it was time for the big finish, With a generous application of lube, they started the fourth quarter in a 'reverse missionary' position.

Danielle was on her front, leaning up on her forearms, legs spread wide across the corner of the bed, her back arched steeply. Roger pumped her arse hard from behind. The sharp angle pressurised the walls of her vagina to graze her g-spot and press her clitoris into the bed for another deep and luscious orgasm with a satisfying squirt.

They ended the night in their favourite position again. She sat in his lap and they thrust their pelvises together while he gave her tits the sucking they deserved. She came first, gripping him tightly while the convulsion lasted, her thighs shaking involuntarily. When he came in her arse soon after, it felt almost the same to her as when he came in her pussy. She sat on him a good while, bucking her pelvis, rubbing her clit against him, enjoying aftershocks even after he had gone soft.

They sat together, holding each other tightly, content and warm. Danielle recovered first.

"I've had an idea, Darling," she said, pushing him backward so she could lie on him.

"Mmff," was all he could manage to say.

"We need a new rule."

"You and your rules!" he protested.

"If Friday night is oral sex night, then Saturday night should be anal sex night."

He held her tightly.

"I love you and your rules!"

4 Wedding plans and loads of science

At a quarter-past midnight, Roger was fast asleep, enjoying a well-deserved rest, but Danielle was still energised. She had another shower, then sat in her bathrobe in the living room and placed a call on the communicator to her mother. A minute later, the 3D image of Mariotta Goldrick sat before her, all elegance and comfortable refinement in her beige dress, gloves and pearls, made up for lunch with some girlfriends.