Wrapping Paper

SAM

I’d given up on the idea of waiting to propose to Evie. She’d already agreed to move in with me. She was already having my baby. I already knew that I’d love her forever. So what the hell was I waiting for?

Now, all I had to do was find a time to ask Fredrick for her hand—and then figure out a time and place for the big ask.

“Earth to Vázquez…” Evie smiled, snapping her fingers and drawing me back to the present.

The bright white light of the ice cream aisle at our local grocery store flooded my view. I glanced down at my basket, realizing it already held a pack of strawberries, chocolate syrup, and two cans of whipped cream.

Random passersby paid us no mind. If they glanced at us at all, it probably just looked as if two people had a late-night craving for ice cream.

However, little did they know, these were the items I needed to take Evie up on the bribe she’d offered in exchange for me agreeing to tell our folks the baby news so soon.

Since I planned on covering her in sugar and then licking every square inch of her beautiful body, she thought it’d be best to head back to my place after our pit stop—because of the larger shower.

Maybe now that she’d agreed to move in with me, it was her place now too.

“This was your idea…and here I am, picking out everything by myself,” Evie said, looking up at me.

I smiled. “I’m helping.”

“Baby…” Evie cocked a brow. “You’re holding the basket.”

I peeked at the caramel jar on the shelf behind her and grabbed it, pulling it into her view to show it off.

“Caramel’s too sticky,” she protested.

“Last I knew, you didn’t mind getting a little sticky, angel,” I said, smirking.

I’d never tried food play and never thought I would, but what can I say? Evie had a knack for exposing the freak in me. After all, what could be better than combining two of the sweetest things in the world?

Once we made it home, I eagerly lugged the groceries inside. Every step meant I was that much closer to getting Evie naked. Never had I ever been so happy to unload junk food.

After shucking our jackets, we entered the kitchen, and Evie began unpacking the brown paper bags.

I made a point of rinsing off the strawberries for good hygiene, and then I lit a single candle. That was all the time I was going to spend on the ambiance right now. Let’s face it—I had a more significant spark to ignite tonight.

I pressed my groin against Evie’s ass, pinning her to the kitchen island’s black granite edge, then lowered my mouth to her neck and kissed the tiny divot just above her collarbone. She softly moaned and tipped her head to the side, allowing me greater access.

She probably didn’t intend to start this quickly after coming home, but I couldn’t help myself.

I got to work undoing each tiny button on her navy blouse, laying kisses on the exposed skin and listening to her airy little gasps.

When her shirt finally fell loose, I slid it from her arms. The thick, vibrant red bra strap crisscrossing the middle of her back would have to go too, but first things first—the pencil skirt.

I dragged the zipper down the center of her ass, admiring the sight of sexy silk panties that matched her cherry-shaded bra to a tee.

“Satin, huh?” I muttered. “I think it’s the first time I’ve seen you in something other than lace.”

“Do you approve?” she asked, her tone tattling she was wearing a smirk as flirtatious as her undergarments.

“I think you already know the answer to that, angel,” I said, sinking to my knees to tug her skirt to her ankles.

When the fabric dropped, I scanned the backs of her legs, dressed now in nothing but candlelight.

After slipping off her pumps, I cupped the meager material lining her backside, and my thumb rubbed her through her panties. Her pussy’s sultry heat had already gotten the fabric damp against the soft pad of my fingertip.

I leaned forward, placing a few open-mouthed kisses on her thigh.

As my lips approached the swell of her right cheek, Evie released a torturous groan that made my cock twitch. However, the poor guy had to wait a while. The dirty events I had planned for her needed to come first.

Having enough of the stone tiles on my kneecaps, I rose and twisted Evie toward me. I got lost for a moment in the sheen of candlelight on her bra, but then I got busy freeing her tits.

Nuzzling her neck, I delicately nipped at her flesh, breathing in her floral perfume while my fingers undid the clasp at the back.

As I pulled away, dragging the straps off her arms, the pair of C-cups fell, joining her vacated Louboutins on the floor and leaving her completely naked before me save for her panties. “That’s more like it,” I whispered.

My thumb traced Evie’s heavy, rosy bottom lip, and her sensual green gaze stared up at me, begging for me to do more than just gawk at her.

I must’ve seen her chest a hundred times by now, but each glance was like the first. Everything from their size to the tan rings around each nipple was perfect, but what ~really~ made them perfect was that they were hers.

Experiencing Evie so bare before me, so vulnerable and willing, while I was fully clothed, was enough to drive me to the brink. The power—dominance. The gratification was indescribable.

My thumb slid from her pillowy lip only so I could lean forward and kiss her.

After each faint smack of our mouths parting, they returned just as quickly. Our panting intensified as I forced Evie up onto the kitchen island. Reaching behind her, still fully enthralled in our mack session, I brushed our groceries aside.

Finally, retrieving my lips with effort, I forced Evie to lie back on the black granite, tore my white T-shirt over my head, and tossed it away. I shifted my hips to line up between her legs where they hung from the counter’s edge.

Seizing one of Evie’s thighs, I ground the front of my jeans into the scant satin guarding her pussy. Any other time, we’d be butt naked by now, but I planned on taking my sweet time with her tonight.

The sight of all the condiments surrounding her on the counter only excited me that much further. I was more than ready to crack open that whipped topping.

Plucking a strawberry from the stainless-steel colander I’d used to clean them, I held it over her mouth and barked an order. “Bite it.”

Watching her take the ripe berry between her lips jolted a sensation of jealousy in my manhood, which was practically begging to be released from its fabric and denim and join the party.

Needless to say, this was torture, but every part of me craved the abuse.

Half of the strawberry remained after Evie followed my demand. She chewed her portion as I grabbed what she’d left behind and dragged the exposed inner flesh between her breasts, leaving a glossy trail of sugar down her skin.

Then I followed that same path with my tongue, licking my way upward to collect the glorious stream of nectar.

As I reveled in the sweet and salty concoction, fruit and sweat, the warmth of her hands clutched the sides of my head as she moaned and arched her back.

I chuckled. “You dirty little angel…”

“What?” she asked softly.

“You like this just as much as I do,” I said with a beaming grin. “Don’t lie…”

Before she had the chance to respond, I rubbed the berry over her areola, pulling another sexy moan from the depths of her lungs. Her nipple grew harder with each passing motion, as the fruit left her glistening in its juice.

I wrapped my mouth around her tit, sucking as I continued grinding my shielded hard-on against her paper-thin underwear.

I couldn’t wait to peel them off her like wrapping paper.

“Sam…,” Evie moaned.

The sound of my name rolling from her pretty little mouth in pleasure only riled me up more and sent my erection barreling more firmly against her.

“Sam,” she groaned again. “Stop.”

I pulled away and furrowed my brows, but before I could ask what was wrong, she hurled herself from the counter and ran into the bedroom, leaving me alone. My primal urge to fuck was laced with confusion—that is, until Evie’s gagging sounded from the other room.

I faltered toward the bathroom and discovered her still naked, on her knees in front of the toilet. I snagged a throw blanket from the end of the bed and a couple of paper towels to bring in for her.

Yeah, this was unquestionably a boner killer. Not because I found her gross or anything, but because I felt guilty. Perhaps I was an idiot to hope her not-so-morning sickness would hold off during such a food-heavy activity.

I sank down to the marble tile behind her, handing her the tissues while I wrapped the thin blanket around her shoulders.

After another minute of hacking, she flushed the toilet and let out a sharp sigh.

“Well, if food play makes you feel like that…,” I said sarcastically.

She let out a tiny laugh before a more serious demeanor took over, “Sam… are you sure you want this?”

I furrowed my brows. “Want what?”

“Me. This baby…” She shrugged. “All of it.”

“Of course. Why would you ask that?”

“Because it’s not always gonna be sunshine and rainbows. It’s gonna be hard and stressful and…” She nodded at the toilet. “This.”

It was cute how she still worried about me leaving her. I couldn’t understand how Greg treated her so dreadfully during their marriage, but my goal was to stick around even when things got tough.

Evie gathered her chestnut curls into a pile on top of her head, forming a messy bun to get it out of the way. Then she shivered, clasping the blanket around her arms as she awaited my response.

Despite being sick on the bathroom floor, she was still the most beautiful woman in the world to me.

“You know, this isn’t a book or a movie,” she pointed out. “There’s not going to be a happily ever after; life is just going to keep going on.”

“I know what I’m in for, Evie,” I said with a sentimental grin. “But I am. I’m all in. You don’t even know how much…” I kissed her forehead. “How about we shower, cuddle in bed, and watch a movie together tonight instead?”

A miniature smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she nodded. I helped her up and led her into the bedroom—more than okay with the change of plan.