An Answer

Emma~

There’s a small box in his hand with a ring sitting inside, glowing brilliantly in the sunlight. It’s larger than what I thought possible for a piece of jewelry meant to sit on a finger, but Orion’s never been the type to do things by half.

“Emma Grace Fitzgerald, will you do me the honor of being my wife?” His mouth twitches nervously, as if he still isn’t sure of the answer, which warms my heart all the more.

But after all we’ve been through, I find that I can’t put him out of his misery… not yet anyway. “Do I have a choice this time?”

I didn’t expect this question to matter so much, but I should have. Anyone should have a choice, and how are we meant to have a successful marriage born of blackmail? But then again, what can he do about it now that what’s done has been done?

Hell, I shouldn’t have said anything.

Orion winces. “Again, if you’d have just waited until after the walk home…” He shakes his head, but is smiling, which I take as a good sign to know that I’ve not ruined this completely.

“Your father and brother are here. They remain the full owners of their family business, and a contract has been signed declaring that no dowry be needed… Just you… If you’ll have me.”

My jaw falls to the ground as I stare at him for all of 2 seconds before throwing myself on him, still kneeling there on the ground. “Do you really mean that?”

He chuckles against my hair, unable to see my face with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “If I do does this mean you’ll say yes?”

“Yes!”

“Good, because I can’t wait to have you as my wife, Emma…” He kisses my head before leaning back so that he can see me again. “And if you don't mind… I’d like to fuck you now that you’re my real fiancée.”

His eyes turn dark almost instantly, but I don't care because mine have probably done the same as well. His lips smash into mine, and he wraps my legs around his waist while moving to pin us against a tree.

It's more intense this time around; we're hungry and know what we're getting ourselves in for. So, rather than a shy exploration, we kiss each other as if battling it out for dominance, and I have to break away after a moment to finally breathe.

He makes the most of this pause by lifting my shirt over my head, and I realize that I must have forgotten to wear a bra this morning when my nipples instantly rise to the cold. They're not exposed for long though, as his mouth takes ahold of me, and when he bites down, I feel the pressure building in my core already.

How can he do such things to my body? How could such pleasure even be possible?

He takes me from the tree to lie us down gently on the ground. My hands are in his hair as if that's the only place that they belong, but when I feel him against me, I want more.

I slip my fingers between his stomach and belt and reach for the velvety smooth skin of his member. This morning I couldn't believe that skin could be so soft, and I find myself wanting to taste it for some strange reason. But couples do that, don't they?

Taking charge, I push him away from me and straddle his legs in one swift movement. He's surprised but goes along with it and helps me remove the covers of his trousers and underwear.

When he springs free I feel my stomach do a flip and if it wasn’t for doing it only just this morning, I’d be questioning how it’s even possible for that to go inside me.

He’s huge and I worry for a second that it won’t do much for him if I do go ahead and take him into my mouth. I bet I can barely swallow the head, but seeing the eagerness in his eyes is what drives me on and I bend down to put him into my mouth.

I manage to take more than just the tip but not much, though it doesn’t seem to matter. I move my head, mimicking the motion of what I did with my hands, and find his hips bucking from beneath me.

“Don’t stop.” He cries out and is it bad that I’m loving how utterly at my mercy he is just now? This is the kind of power I could see getting addictive.

I keep going as requested, finding that I’m actually enjoying myself and the reaction I’m getting. If this morning is anything to go off, I think he’s coming close to completion but before that happens he pulls me off him and flips me onto my back.

I don’t even have a chance to object, wishing to give him more and to know what he tastes like as he removes my trousers in order to seat himself at my entrance that is ready soaked for him.

“I can’t promise I’ll be able to take it slow this time.” He pants down at me, giving me the chance to turn him away but instead I scratch at his back to move him forwards and into me.

We both let out a cry of pleasure as we feel our bodies finally joined once again. He moves faster within me this time, hitting what I can only assume to be my cervix wall and if it didn’t feel so good, I’d be worried he’ll split me in two.

My nails trail down his back as I try to hold on, but it’s useless. The pressure keeps building, and I can only hope the same can be said for him when I reach my limit and call out his name. My legs shake uncontrollably as he keeps going, getting closer to his own orgasm while only building on mine.

When he does find his release, it’s not my name that he calls though, but something else.

Orion tells me that he loves me.