The Proposal Ch. 03

Giselle begins to twist, frantically trying to free herself from his busy mouth, slapping at his head and back. Afraid she will hurt herself, Todd releases his mouth's hold upon her and puts her down gently to allow her to ride out her rapture. He watches as she twists and shudders, her hands stroking, grasping at her body as she orgasms, grunting and moaning as she curls into a fetal position, her hands clasped between her legs as her bliss consumes her. He watches her, holding tight to his desire, waiting to see if she will want to continue.

She uncurls and begins to stretch, an erotic wave passing across her body. Watching the wave pass from crotch to breast, Todd looks into her eyes and sees a burning desire there, a dark and sultry look that promises much pleasure for him. He removes his swim trunks and adds them to the growing pile of clothes. His desire for her is burning him, his penis so engorged that it borders on painful, something that excites him even further.

He leans forward, pressing his penis into her pelvis, sending bolts of pleasure through him as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him to her, kissing him deeply and forcing her tongue into his mouth. He accepts the kiss, returning it in kind while slowly stroking his penis along her womanhood, enticing her to kiss him harder still, and inflaming him even further.

She breaks the kiss with a gasp and pushes his lips to her neck where he begins to nuzzle her, taking his pleasure from giving it. "Take me now," she whispers in his ear.

No more games. He positions his thighs and, with firm but gentle thrust, drives himself deep into her. She cries out, pulling her head back, as if in pain. He freezes, not wishing to hurt her further.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his concern instantly cooling his desires.

She relaxes and her back straightens. "Oh God, yes!" she breathes. "Fu—"

Hearing that she isn't hurt, that her reaction was one of pleasure, not pain, his passion roars and he begins to take her again, thrusting into her once more, the sensation of his manhood sliding through her wetness nearly overpowering as she moves under him. His orgasm is close, to close. He stops his thrusts, his cock buried inside her, waiting, fighting for control, overriding his desperate desire to drive himself into her, wanting to extend the moment. As his ardor cools, he begins to thrust again but then she nibbles on his ear. Fuck! He stops again, driving his pelvis into her, pushing himself as deep as possible, groaning in desire and with his effort to control it.

He repeatedly drives his cock deep into her, the thrusts becoming firmer, more urgent, but after only a few strokes his control begins slipping again. He pushes himself up with his hands, arching his back, holding himself deep within her while trying to keep his orgasm in check. As he struggles for control, Giselle bites him gently on the nipple, causing a bolt of pleasure to sear along his nerves. The erotic nip pushes him dangerously close to the edge of his orgasm, but in a last desperate effort, he squeezes the orgasm off before it can overtake him. As he struggles, he feels himself being forced onto his back, causing his cock to pop free of her pussy. He groans again as he fights to hold in check the pleasures of sliding out of her, but once free of her incredible warmth, his control slowly begins to slowly returns.

She moves off him, and in an instant Todd understands what she is going to do. Grabbing at her, he holds her by the upper arms, stilling her, preventing her from using her skilled tongue to push him over the edge.

"No!" he gasps, "No. Don't. I'll come," he begs, still struggling to regain full control of himself.

She makes a hissing sound before grabbing his cock in her hand, positioning her womanhood over his ridged member, and impaling herself on him, driving him deep inside her once again. He gasps from the explosion of pleasure rippling through his body, pulling on her, trying to pull her off his cock, but she plants her hands on his chest and checks his pull. She thrusts again causing him to roar in pleasure.

"No! Stop! Stop!" Desperate to stop her thrusts he releases her arms, grabs her thighs, and pushes her firmly onto him, holding her down on his cock and preventing her from rising again.

For a long moment she sits still, his cock deep within her pussy, her face twisted in a mixture of lust, determination, and mirth. She was giving him time to collect himself, but before he'd fully recovered from his near climax, she thrusts her hips once more. Her movement causes another explosion of pleasure. His hips thrust upwards of their own accord as he groans in pleasure and effort, trying desperately to cool his raging fire. She sits still, holding his gaze for a long moment before she squirms her hips again, and while another surge of pleasure radiates from his cock, at least now it doesn't feel like every movement of her pussy along his cock is going to cause him to come. With a long, slow exhale, he releases her thighs and begins to caress her breasts.

He pushes himself into her, taking what range of motion he has with her sitting on him, before she unlocks her arms and fall forward onto her knees, moving her breasts to within reach of his mouth. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, he pushes her breasts together and suckles them while he pumps his hips. His cock slides into her, slowly at first, then with increasing tempo as she meets him, thrust for thrust, a purring sound coming from her as he kneads her breasts. To help take his mind off what her pussy is doing to his cock, he focuses on her breasts, kneading them gently while lightly pinching and pulling at her nipples.

She gasps and shivers as he gently pinches her nipples, her rocking becoming more forceful, meeting him at every stroke. The pleasures of his cock inside her are building and he increases the force of his movement, his body seeking its release without his consent. She pants and leans into his hands, grabbing his wrists, holding his hands to her breasts before rising up in a squat, giving him more room to thrust into her. He is so deep in his pleasure he doesn't realize that his cock has slipped free and is no longer penetrating her. He stops his thrusts long enough for her to reposition him and lower herself slightly. As soon as he feels the head of his cock enter her, she drops, driving him deep into her, the swift, powerful insertion causing him to suck in a rapid lungful of air as the sensations from her pussy once again tries to override his control. She leans harder into his hands, raising herself up in another squat, opening herself up for his final push to orgasm. He slowly slides himself up, then down, to make sure he won't pull free. As his ass settles on the blanket, he's still inside her, and he begins driving into her with long, powerful strokes.

Giselle stiffens, her face twisting in sweet agony as her orgasm overtakes her. He pulls his hands away from her breasts, letting her settle onto his chest. Knowing they are in the final sprint, he wraps his arms around her, pinning her body and arms to him while cradling her head so his thrusting doesn't hurt her. Feet repositioned slightly, he thrusts himself into her with as much power and speed as he can. He pummels her, growling from the effort of this thrusting and the searing pleasure radiating from his cock as he drives himself into her with powerful, lightning fast, strokes.

He begins to fall, his orgasm causing such intense sensations his cock feels as if it's burning, the pleasure forcing him on, driving him harder still as she writhes in orgasmic bliss. He continues to drive into her, his balls slapping wetly against her ass as she struggles in his grasp. And still he thrusts, needing his release, driving, driving, driving himself into her, the pleasure so intense he can't accept it but unable to stop.

Finally, with the force of a breaking dam, his orgasm slams into him. His thrusts becoming erratic as his muscles clench, his body overriding his will. He wants to pull her more tightly to him still, to feel her closeness, but he forces his arms to loosen so as not to hurt her. Biting back a roar of pleasure, his hips thrust high in the air of their own accord, arching his back, trying to drive himself as far into her as possible in some deep-seated need. Twice more he thrusts deeply into her, his orgasm tearing away his will, his body controlled by the animal as his conscious mind is buried under emotions and pleasures it can't assimilate. Finally, his hips stop their mad thrusting and fall back to the blanket, once again under his control.

She lies on his chest, breathing heavily from her own exertions and orgasm, Todd holding her to him, his penis still inside her has he gasps for breath. Spent and exhausted he has only the strength to gently stroke her naked back as his heart and breathing slow. After many long moments, she moves slightly, causing him to open his eyes, to see her looking at him.

"So, was it good for you?" she asks, her eyes dancing with humor and love.

Realizing no answer can possibly describe what he's feeling, he begins to laugh gently at the question. She puts her head back on his shoulder and he strokes her skin once more, enjoying the smooth feel of it beneath his fingers. They lie together, Giselle stroking his head in small circles as he caresses her soft, smooth, flesh.

He's softening, but he remains still, enjoying their closeness, until finally he falls free of her. She breathes with a small sigh rises to her hands and knees before kissing him softly on the lips. He isn't ready to give up their embrace and pulls gently on her, encouraging her to settle back onto him. She resists, so he lets her go.

He watches as she rolls off him and puts her swimsuit back on. She is so lovely that he only wants to watch but, alas, if she is getting dressed, he should as well. There will be many more opportunities to unwrap her and admire her beauty in the years to come.

He's just pulled his swim trunks on when she takes two quick steps to him, placing a hand behind his head to pull it down onto her shoulder. "I love you. I love you more than you can know," she whispers into his ear.

She's in her swimsuit, and while her naked skin would be better, just holding her close will be enough. Unable to find the words to tell her how he feels, he encircles her with his arms and pulls her into a gentle embrace. She snuggles in, and they stand, like the two lovers they are, as the ocean crashes behind her.

***

Two hours and four minutes after they enter the immersion, Charlie and Todd return from it, both covered in a film of sweat from the immersion and their tight snuggle. Todd, the first to come out from under the spell of the immersion, groans as he forces his hard penis into Charlie's buttocks—not an insertion, but an increase in the pressure on his manhood as he presses it between them. She pushes back into him, apparently enjoying their erotic embrace as much as he is, before she pumps her hips, sliding his erection along her ass. There's a slickness there, a slickness that he realizes is from his ejaculate mixed with their sweat. He'd orgasmed while experiencing the immersion. He can't remember the last time he had a... well, a wet dream for lack of a better term. But doesn't cares at all. This isn't the first time he's come all over Charlie, and it probably won't be the last, but just the thought of what she is smearing all over them inflames his passions further. He has to have her, and now.

As she surfaces from the immersion, Charlie feels Todd press his penis into her ass, the feel of his hardness intoxicating as she pushes back into him. He groans in desire and she wants him so badly that she begins to pump her hips, sliding him along her sweat slickened skin. He grips her by the hips, pushing her away from him as he positions her ass and, with a firm but gentle push, enters her. She moans, long, low, and deep as he slides into her wetness, and she moves to make herself comfortable.

He pushes his cock into her, gently at first, to make sure she's ready. As her wetness engulfs him, his need roars within him. Feeling like he's twenty again, he can't remember the last time he so desperately wanted her. As she moves, opening herself to him, he begins to take what he so desperately wants, but then changes his mind.

His cock sliding into her is sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. Their sweat soaked bodies are glide smoothly against each other, and she's already feeling the beginnings of an orgasm. So soon! Only moments after he starts fucking her, he stops and rolls to his back, holding her firmly to him, trying to keep himself inside her as he moves. She recognizes what he wants, and she adjusts with him, taking his cock in hand and slipping it back inside her as she settles her hips on his.

As she reinserts him into her womanhood, he tugs on her while growling in pleasure, trying to pull her backwards onto him to put them in the same position as they were, back to front, except now she would now be resting on top. She resists his pull and leans forward, placing her hands on his knees for support. Forcing his cock past the vertical and jamming it hard against the wall of her pussy, she begins pistoning her hips.

Having Todd's cock pressed so tightly against her vaginal wall is sending a steady current of pleasure through her, but as she began to rise and fall, sliding him inside her, the pleasure increases, and increases again, and then increases again. Todd's hands began gliding over her back, slick with sweat, while she thrusts, increasing her tempo until she can go no faster, sweating with her exertions. With a gasp she shivers, the pleasure ripples through her, searing her nerves, as she uses her husband for her own desires.

Pinned as he is by her weight and the position of her hands, he can do nothing save let her use him for her pleasure, and his. Her skin glows as if oiled with her sweat, her head down as she devotes all her energies to her madly-thrusting hips. Her sweaty body, her soft moans and gasps, the slickness of her upon his cock, all combine to slowly push him toward his orgasm. Baring his teeth in a feral snarl, he tries to force his hips up, to drive harder into her, but she still has him pinned, his pleasure as much in her hands as her own as he begins to growl low and deep in his chest.

Her muscles burn from her efforts, her breathing deep and ragged. She has dragged herself to this peak of pleasure, and now she needs him to throw her into the raging release waiting below. She heaves herself off his cock, quickly turns and throws herself on top of him, their mouths meeting in a savage kiss, their tongues stabbing at each other. He meets her passion with his own as they writhe in mutual pleasure, each trying to give more than they take. His hips, now free of her restraining hands, begins to move, his cock sliding against her womanhood, the head rubbing against her clit with every hard thrust causing her to moan into his mouth with every contact.

He is ready for her lunge, catching and controlling her so neither of them are hurt as she attacks his mouth with her own. He accepts her challenge, matching the depth of her lust and the ferocity of her kisses, with his own. He holds her lips firmly to his, tangling his fingers in her hair as his hips, finally free, begins to stroke. He slides his cock between them, his manhood sliding easily though her wetness and their sweat as she moans and gasps with every powerful thrust. Holding her tight he rolls her onto her back before ripping her arms from around him and pinning them above her head. She says nothing, does nothing, accepting his power over her.

He slowly inserts himself into Charlie, luxuriating in the feel of his cock sliding inside her before his thrusts then become harder and more urgent, his passions continuing to rise, her soft moaning inflaming him as her desires escalates alongside his. He isn't so far gone that he doesn't realize that he may be hurting her again, so he releases her hands and curls his arms around and under her, pulling her to him. Supporting some of his weight, he takes her with a restrained violence, watching as her flush of passion continues to rise. Suddenly he grunts, hard and deep, and he tries to clamp down on his approaching orgasm as he felt Rick do in the immersion. It helps, some, but not enough, not nearly enough.

Her orgasm is teetering on the brink, the towering wave of pleasure waiting to fall and crush her with its power. She holds her breath, waiting for the crash she knows is coming, until finally the orgasm rushes down upon her with the force of a tidal wave, so strong it overwhelms her.

"Ooohhhh... fuck!" she cries, surrendering to her climax, back arching violently as she spasms in pleasure.

Todd feels Charlie's body coiling up like a spring, storing power for an explosive release as her orgasm begins to take her. With a shout she crashes into it, her back arching under him as she pulls her head down and back. Her orgasmic cry and thrashing sends him over the edge into his own mind-rending orgasm, his face twisting in pleasure, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as he empties himself into her in powerful waves. He holds her tight as their orgasms batters them, slowly loosening his embrace as she begins to relax under him once again.

She rides her orgasm, the pleasure burning through her like a wildfire, her release so strong she is helpless in its power. As it finally washes away, she can feel his wetness flood into her as he falls into his own climax, no longer able to restrain himself. He slowly pumps his hips, not pulling back, just applying more pressure, then less, holding her tightly while his release consumes him. Finally, he relaxes, just a bit, as his head dips to her neck.

He puts his head down onto her shoulder and breathes deeply, taking in her scent of soap, sweat, and sex. It is an intoxicating bouquet and he drinks it in. "Charlie... I..." he begins, speaking into her neck, but then he stops, no mere words able to express what he wants to say. He pulls himself out of her and then, placing one leg to either side of her left leg and supporting her head, he rolls over onto his back, taking her with him so that she ends up lying comfortably propped against him. He tries again. "Charlie... I can't tell you how much I love you," he whispers before kissing her lightly on the lips.

"You can try," she sighs with a little smile, but then turns more serious. "I love you too Todd... more than you'll ever know."

They lay together for a long time, each lost in their own thoughts. "What did you think?" she finally askes, her hand drawing lazy patterns on his chest.

"Of the sex or the immersion?" he asks, taking his turn to tease her.

"I meant the immersion, but tell me how great I was. A girl likes to know she's still got it."

"Charlie... if you haven't got it, nobody does. These last two times were..." He pauses, looking for the right word, but gives up. "There is no word to describe it. Powerful. Magical. Fantastic. All those and more. I..." he stops again as his hands rise up and then plop down into her back as he flounders for words.

As he struggles to find words, he looks at her with such love and tenderness she thinks she might cry. "Shhhh..." she whispers, rising up to kissing him softly on the lips. "I know..." She puts her head down beside his. She knows Todd loves her. In their fifteen years of marriage he has never so much as glanced at another woman, but he's never seemed so emotional before.