The Proposal Ch. 07

Rick carries Giselle to the bedroom and places her carefully in the middle of the turned-down bed. As he begins to slowly undress her, admiring her form, he slowly kisses her skin as it's exposed. After she's fully revealed, he removes his pajamas and slides into the bed beside her and cuddles up to her back. He nuzzles her while gently caressing her, sliding his hand slowly, lightly, up her thigh, across her stomach, then gently over her left breast, before traveling up the underside of her arm. Giselle is still as he begins, but as his fingertips drag lightly over her skin, he senses her tensing until she quivers gently as his fingers touch the nipple of her breast.

When Rick cuddles up to her back, all the tensions of the day are replaced with a much more pleasant tautness as he begins to work his magic. By the time his touch reaches her breast, he's creating an electrical storm of pleasure, his fingertips dragging around her nipple, causing her to shudder slightly as pleasure ripples through her. He pushes her arm up over her head, and then flips his hand over, so his fingernails are dragging backwards along her skin as he pulls his hand up her arm. The electrical storm increases in intensity as she begins to squirm, until she can take it no more. With a sharp hiss she forcibly pulls her arm down, breaking off the exquisite tortures.

"I can't take that! It's too intense!" she gasps as she tucks her arm down close to her body.

She's surprised that he allows her to keep her arm pulled down. Normally when she admits to a weakness, he exploits it, driving her insane with pleasure and desire, as he returns to it again and again, but tonight he doesn't even attempt to raise her arm again, even when he rolls her onto her back.

He pulls her off her side and onto her back, placing one leg inside the vee of her crotch and leans forward and down. His thigh applies a gentle pressure to her womanhood as he settles onto her and wraps her in a loving embrace. He begins to kiss her on the mouth, neck, and shoulders as she wraps her arms around his back and begins thrusting her pelvis into his thigh, locking her foot over his ankle for additional leverage. After a moment of kissing he slides down, rising up slightly onto his knees to remove his weight from her pelvis. She whimpers in frustration as he positions himself to take her breasts into his mouth.

While he kisses her in all her favorite spots she can feel an orgasm beginning to build, but then he moves, removing the weight of his thigh from her and denying her the pleasures it causes. Goddammit! Why can't he just let her come... just once? Why does he always have to tease her, drive her crazy with desire before she can have her release? As his mouth settles upon her, tongue teasing, flicking, massaging her breast, any further thoughts are lost in a storm of pleasures. His weight shifts again and then his fingers are upon her vagina, sliding gently along her most sensitive area. She can't contain the moan that escapes her as his fingers gently work her into a frenzy of desire.

Balancing on one arm while he suckles her breast, he moves his other hand to her womanhood. Dragging his fingers through her wetness he lubricates his fingers before sliding them to her clitoris where he begins slow, gentle strokes, causing her to writhe and moan in pleasure. His breathing deepens as her heat washes over him, inflaming his desire for her.

Giselle is burning with desire, his mouth and fingers destroying her. Unable to wait any longer, she pushes hard to the left, causing him to lose his balance. She continues to push, forcing him onto his back, and rides him to the bed. He is lying near the edge, so as she begins to swing her leg over him, preparing to mount him, he twists his body toward the center. Once he's still, she takes his penis in hand and, after making sure they are aligned, lowers herself deftly upon him, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her as he slides within her. Placing her hands on the bed beside his shoulders for balance and control, she leans up slightly onto her knees, allowing Rick to plunge himself into her with sharp, upward strokes and a slow, teasing withdrawal.

He falls to his back with her push before he can react to prevent it. Feeling part of his shoulder hanging off the edge of the bed he quickly changes his position to give them more room to tumble. She moves over him and inserts his penis into her as his hands go to her waist to help her with her balance and to position her. As soon as she relieves him of some of her weight, he begins to thrust into her with quick, deep, inward thrusts, each stroke causing her to bark out a little grunt of pleasure, before slowly drawing back. He watches her face as he gives himself to her, sensing her approaching orgasm, slowly picking up the pace of his thrusting, building her pleasure as her face contorts in ecstasy.

Her climax is growing as Rick slowly picks up the pace of his thrusts, pushing her nearer and nearer to the edge. Giselle opens her eyes to see him looking at her with such love, passion, and desire that she can feel her control slipping as she eases into her climax. It won't be one of her earth-shattering releases, but she embraces it, pulls it to her, and enjoys the warmth as it flows through her.

He feels her begin to stiffen slightly as her orgasm takes her when inspiration hits. Grasping her firmly by the hips, he hoists her off his penis and pulls her vagina to his waiting tongue. She is caught off balance when he pulls her womanhood to his mouth and falls forward, catching herself on her elbows above his head. As he pulls her firmly to him and holds her there on her knees, his tongue begins to dart and slither, dancing and probing her, and in response she grinds her hips down upon his mouth.

She is surprised as she feels herself being lifted by his strong hands, scrambling for balance, landing on her elbows at the edge of the bed as he places her vagina directly over his face and begins to batter her slit with his tongue. The previous gentle, little orgasm suddenly swells in strength and power as he holds her firmly in place, his tongue and lips busy. Unprepared for the sudden rush in pleasure, she settles lower onto the bed, back arching up, her muscles trying to curl her into the fetal position as the pleasure washes over her.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..." she whispers softly, voice rising in pitch as the orgasm pushes its way through her. She claws at the edge of the bed, pulling the linens into a wadded mess as she fights for control, her orgasm threatening to overwhelm her as his hands leave her hips. Reaching back over his head, and taking her breasts in hand, he begins to gently tweak and stroke her nipples, further heightening her pleasure. Her orgasm might not be world shattering, but it flows on and on as he devastates her with his tongue and fingers. When the orgasm finally washes out of her system, she relaxes and then slowly rises until she is balancing herself on her knees directly over his mouth as he continues to tease her with tongue, lips, and fingers.

He can feel her slowly relax as her orgasm flows out of her. He continues to probe her with his tongue, tease her with his fingers, as she rises to her knees, holding him to her with a hand in his hair as she balances upright. He pushes her sideways off him, dumping her onto her back, his tongue never leaving her, his hands holding her back to control her fall. She doesn't resist, letting him position her as he wishes. He follows her roll and rests his legs outside of her own before smoothly sliding himself into her again.

He tips her over in a backward side roll. She doesn't fight him, relaxing and allowing him to control her, knowing he'll never hurt her. He rolls her onto her back, his tongue still pressed against her clit, her movements continuing the pleasurable sensations he's been giving her. He moves smoothly, gripping her thighs with his legs, squeezing her pussy tight as he inserts himself into her, causing her to gasp and moan as she takes him into her arms. It isn't the first time he's clamped her legs tight as he pleased her with manhood, the press of his legs making him feel huge inside her. She holds him as rhythmic stroking sends wave after wave of pleasure through her, another orgasm already building. He pulls her arms from around his neck and pins them at the edge of the bed just above her head with one hand, his other cupping her neck with the lightest of touches. She surrenders herself to him, giving herself over to his control as he gently dominates her.

Rick can feel his orgasm building and he knows he isn't going to be able to stop it. He clamps down on it, trying to hold it off as long as possible, but Giselle's moans of pleasure and her incredible tightness drive him deeper into his desire. He struggles, desperately fighting to hold off his orgasm all the while thrusting himself into her, driving her to her own orgasm. Battle lost, he begins to come as he continues to thrust, trying to give her the release she seeks. The sensations of his cock sliding in her tight wetness is so intense that he begins to gasp and keen, as if in pain, his orgasm burning through him, and still he thrusts, back arching, head buried in her shoulder as he fights to control his body.

He splashes into her as he begin to come, but she needs this release. "Please don't stop," she begs as he gasps and cries, his hands coming away from her hands and throat to hold her as they grasp each other, each pulling the other tight.

He continues to thrust into her, but his movements are rough, hard, and disjointed as he struggles. Knowing how hard he's struggling to give her what she desperately seeks, combined with his whimpers of pleasure and passion, push her over the edge into her own raging orgasm.

"I'm coming," she wails, both in relief and so he can stop his tortures, but still he thrusts, pulling her painfully tight as he continues to pummel her, each breath a near whimper. She holds him tight as she rides her own orgasm, moaning in pleasure as her release flows through her. Then they are still, Rick's breath coming in shuddering, quiet cries as she continues to cling to him, silent, until she feels her orgasm recede, allowing her death grip upon him to relax.

He lies against her, holding to her as if a drowning man, eyes squeezed shut as he pants and gathers himself. She clings to him tightly, pulling him into her with strong arms as she waits out her orgasm. His orgasm hadn't been particularly powerful, but he'd been given no respite as he drove her to her climax, it felt as if electric current was passing through him. His nerves had short-circuited from the pleasures she was giving him, pleasures that risen to the most exquisite of tortures as he continued to fuck her. She begins to relax as her own orgasm ends, another powerful shudder passing over him as his control returns. She continues to hold him, though not as tightly, as their breathing falls into sync. As his thudding heart begins to slow, he kisses her in the curve of her neck, wanting nothing more than to lie here with her, holding her in his embrace, for the rest of his life.

He begins to nuzzle her neck, his breath hot on her skin, but making no other movement. His breathing is slowing, and she can feel the tension slowly oozing out his body, though he still clings tightly to her.

"Are you okay?" she asks softly.

There are several long seconds before he finally speaks into her neck. "Yes," he says in a breathy voice, pulling her more tightly to him, craving her closeness.

She expects more but he says nothing else. She unclasps her arms from around him, but he gives no indication that he wishes to move until he finally raises his head and looks into her eyes for long moments.

"I love you, Giselle," he whispers.

"I love you too," she whispers back, pulling his head back to her shoulder.

Rick doesn't resist the pull, but after many minutes of holding her as she strokes his back and arms, he finally summons the strength to roll onto his back, pulling her into the crook of his arm. Eyes closed, enjoying her presence, he can feel sleep overtaking him and he embraces it. He is content, nothing more important than having her close to him.

Giselle reaches and pulls the sheet up, covering them as he slowly drops into sleep. Lying beside him, her head on his chest, she listens to Rick's soft, heavy breathing until she joins him in slumber.