Man of the Year (8 page)

She starts going at me first and I peek between her legs as I watch her lips wrap around me. I dig this angle, seeing her from underneath like this and realizing how much she has to open her jaw to take me in.

It feels fantastic and I want to return the favor, so I push her knees open a little and bring her closer.

She moans around my dick as I start licking her.
Ok, this is definitely fuckin’ hot!

I know she’s got no chance of making me come first, since my mouth is like her fuckin’ Achilles heel. She comes super fast whenever I go down on her and I know the lewdness of what we’re doing right now is only going to hurry things along for her.

The vibrations from her moans feel so good on me as she eagerly sucks me. I love her mouth just as much as she loves mine.

I feel her starting to shake and I reach up and hold her hips, pushing her against my mouth and really devouring her.

She gasps loudly when she comes, shaking and whimpering before feverishly sucking me as the orgasm crashes through her.

“Oh! Ok, hang on, baby,” I pant, getting too close to the edge again. “I don’t want to come until I get inside you.”

She raises up, extending her arms and breathing in trembly gasps as she regains her composure—well, a little bit, since nobody can get totally composed seconds after they come super hard.

In one fast motion, I turn her around so she’s facing me and I sit up so we’re nose to nose.

I slowly cup her jaw and kiss her, soft at first, but then harder. She returns it with passion and I know I need to take her right now, so I gently shift her around. When she’s under me, I can press right against her and I feel her hips rock a little bit like she’s ready again. I like the way she can keep going because it makes me feel less weird for wanting to fuck her constantly. It can’t be a bad thing if she wants it too.

I kiss her for a few more minutes before I’m totally hungry for her and I look into her eyes with a silent question.

Do you want me to get a condom, Lo?

She’s been such a stickler about it that I know the answer is probably yes, so I try to think about where the closest ones are located. I know we had some flavored ones in the big collection of stuff we brought into the bedroom with us and those are practically within reach from here.

To my total surprise, she looks at me and shakes her head. “Just you,” she whispers. “I want it without anything between us.”

Shit!
I could come right now just from the sound of that.

She giggles at my overjoyed expression and opens her legs a little wider as she moves her knees up my body so they’re bent high at my sides in that certain way I know she likes. She’s inviting me. Finally, I’m going to get to have her without a layer of latex dividing us.

I shift forward slowly, easing into her and very, very gradually continuing. She’s so tight. She also happens to be super wet and that makes me less nervous about hurting her.

She sees my expression and giggles a little at how careful I'm being right now. She’s never had any other guys, so she doesn’t realize the complexities of wielding a big dick when you’re partner is really tight. I’ve had to cultivate this skill, but it goes with the territory. With a big dick comes big responsibility, so you have to know how to use it.

Her eyes lock with me and we’ve got this intense connection as I push into her, little by little, inch by inch, until she’s taken all of me. Her muscles are relaxed enough that there’s no pain in her expression, which is a relief, and she looks both aroused and delighted.
Nice!

“I love you, Lola,” I whisper to her.

“I love you too,” she softly replies.

I kiss her as I start gently rocking my pelvis, slowly, patiently sliding in and out of her in careful thrusts.
Fuckin’ amazing!
I love sex with Lola normally, but not having to use a condom makes this shit totally intense—almost as intimate as the very first time.

Normally, I’d get a little more leverage by pushing up on my hands so I can get more range of motion, but this time I want to be close to her, to be right up on her so I can watch her and look in her sparkly, beautiful eyes.

She starts making these soft, sweet little moans and I kiss her neck a few times before moving back up and running my nose along hers.
Yes, baby, it feels just as good for me.

She puts her arms around my waist, pressing me closer. She’s panting and her lips are right by my ear, so I can hear those perfect little whimpers as our bodies move in unison.

Her next exhale is trembly and her fingertips grip me tighter.

That’s right, beautiful girl. You know I’ll always make you feel good.

She’s close. She’s totally close. She looks into my eyes and I can see everything building up. Any second now …

“Yes, Lola,” I whisper against her lips. “Come for me, baby.”

That does it. Sometimes I feel like she’s waiting for me to say stuff like that before she comes, like I can cue her.

She throws her head back, her neck arching in a way that makes it perfectly kissable. Her arms grip me tightly and her legs wrap around me as she pushes me deeper with her heels. I cradle the back of her head and tilt her mouth so I can kiss her. She whimpers and pants against my lips and I totally love it. Everything shakes, every muscle in her body—and I mean
every
muscle. She’s even tighter and I can feel the way she pulses as she milks me like her body is instinctually trying to get me there as fast as possible.

Her breath comes out in staccato gasps as she takes my face in her hands and locks eyes with me.

“I … love … you,” she whimpers. I can tell that it’s taking a lot of effort for her to form a sentence—and that was the most perfect sentence anyone could have ever said.

“Oh! I love you, Lo!” I moan, totally losing all control and erupting into her with a force I never knew I had.

She’s pumping me with those little contractions that tell me she’s still heavy in the throes of her orgasm. Everything’s tight and quivering and it feels out-fuckin’-rageously good.

When I have nothing left, I feel shaky and I collapse onto her. I can still feel her fluttering inside every now and then as she slowly comes down from it. I pant into her neck and her hair as she softly, lovingly strokes her fingers up and down my back. It’s really soothing when she does this and I always love it. She knows what kind of stuff I really dig just like I know what kind of stuff she really digs, so we’re a match made in fuckin’ heaven when it comes to sex.

It takes me a little while to even form some kind of rational thoughts again and I look at her like I don’t even have the words to tell her how much she means to me. I don’t. I can’t even attempt to phrase it in some sort of understandable way.

When I start to pull out, her legs lock around me and she holds me in place.

“Stay,” she whispers. “Stay for just a second longer.”

That makes me smile so wide my cheeks hurt. She let me come inside her and how she wants me to stay there, keeping me locked with her so she can memorize the feeling.

I’m overcome and I scoop her up in my arms, careful not to break the connection as I sit her on my lap. Her legs are on either side of me and mine are crossed underneath her. It’s got a yoga-Kama-Sutra-tantric-zen intimacy vibe and I’ve always liked holding her this way.

“I love you more than anything, Lo,” I whisper to her, rubbing her back.

“Right back atcha, stud,” she exhales, resting her arms on my shoulders and nuzzling under my neck for a minute.

“Will you love me when I’m just some regular dude and we don’t get to stay in badass hotel suites like this?” I joke.

“Yep,” she nods adorably.

“Will you love me when I’m all old and I have to take Viagra to get it up?”

“James, if I know anything about you, it’s that you will never need Viagra to get it up,” she grins.

I laugh loudly and kiss her, nodding my head in agreement.

“And yes, I’ll love you when you’re old and gray, when you’re sick, when you do stupid shit that you know will get you into trouble but you do it anyway,” she teases. “There’s not a moment of my life when I won’t love you.”

It sounds so good that I have to close my eyes as I hear it.

When I open them again, she’s gazing at me with so much love that I feel like my heart could explode. Heavenly. She's a fuckin' heavenly creature. The only difference between my beautiful, kind, sweet, affectionate girl and an actual angel is the wings.

“Lola,” I say before I can filter my thoughts, “will you marry me?”

Her eyes get huge and her eyebrows shoot straight up. “Seriously?” she asks with a stunned smile.

“Yeah,” I nod, feeling totally vulnerable all of a sudden. That just slipped out. I was so overcome that I blurted it out without any kind of lead in. What if she says no? Does stuff like that happen or do girls always say yes?

“You’re asking me right now?” she giggles. “While you’re still inside me?”

I laugh loudly and give her an apologetic shrug before I joke, “What? This isn’t the fairy tale scenario you’ve dreamed of since you were a little girl?”

She snickers and shakes her head. “Not exactly. But that doesn’t change the answer.”

Here it is. Fingers crossed
.

“Yes, James,” she says, giving me a little kiss on the lips, “of course I’ll marry you.”

“Really?! You seriously will? For real?” I excitedly ask her.

“Dude, did you think I was gonna say no?” she snickers. “I fucking love you and I have since I was, like, six! Remember when I used to make you play house with me and you were my pretend husband? I’ve been training for this for years.”

I’m totally fuckin’ beaming and I hug her tight around her waist as she squeezes me back. “Jesus Christ, Lola, you have no idea how happy that makes me!” I say into the curve of her neck.

She laughs and pulls back, brushing her fingers through my hair as she looks at me with the warmest smile I’ve ever seen.

“Hey, can you wait right here for a sec? I need to get something,” I say, remembering the little surprise I had for her.

“Sure,” she says, sliding off of me and sitting up on the bed.

I hop over to my suitcase and dig through it, all the way to the bottom. Here it is. I take out a roll of old socks and open them up, reaching way down into one and finding what I’m looking for.

She’s watching me curiously wondering what the fuck I’m hiding an old-ass pair of socks.

“Ok, here we go. Marriage proposal, take two,” I smile, gesturing like a clapboard with my arms as I drop to one knee at the side of the bed.

Her jaw drops when she sees that I’ve got a big-ass diamond ring in my hand.

“Lola Caraway,” I start, “I have loved you for as long as I can remember. You are my soulmate and I want to spend the rest of my life holding you and kissing you and lying next to you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

She puts her hand to her chest and she still looks surprised. I see two tears trickle down her cheeks and I do everything I can to memorize this moment. That look on her face … fuckin’ priceless!

“Uh-huh,” she nods rapidly with a giggle. “Yeah! Fuck yeah, definitely!”

I laugh and take her hand, slipping the ring on her finger.

“Dude, have you had this planned this whole time?” she says with a big smile as I wipe the tears off her cheeks.

“Kinda,” I confess shyly.

“For how long?” she laughs.

“Don’t make fun of me—swear to God that you won’t,” I say and she nods. “Ok, so remember when I asked you to move in with me the day after we got back to L.A. from your mom’s house?” She nods again. “When I told you I was gonna run and get us some lunch while you unpacked things, I went to the jeweler first.”

She gasps and her smile gets wider.

“I described what I wanted and he sort of drew up and told me he’d have it for me in about a week. I picked it up that day when I told you there was a really long line at Trader Joe’s. It was a top-secret maneuver. Totally stealth.”

“No way!” she laughs.

“Yep,” I nod.

“So, wait, that means you’ve been planning to propose to me since, like, three days after we slept together?” she asks.

“Again, don’t make fun of me, but I’ve been kinda-sorta planning to propose to you since the night I first kissed you.”

She covers her mouth and her eyes are huge and round.

“To be honest, it’s been in the back of my mind since I was, like, 17. My mom used to tell me that one day I’d meet a nice girl and settle down, but I always kinda thought, ‘Well, I already know the nicest girl, so I already know who I’d want to settle down with.’”

“You’re just … I, I can’t even … this is so …” she says, struck speechless by what I’m telling her.

It makes me smile to see that I’ve ruffled her so much. She’s adorably flustered and I can tell she’s completely touched by my devotion to her.

She can’t think of what to say, so she glances down at the ring and giggles as she looks back up at me. “You realize this is a gigantic diamond, don’t you?” she laughs.

“Uh-huh,” I nod proudly.

“What the hell did this cost you? This is too much. I feel like Elizabeth Taylor with this thing on!”

I laugh loudly and touch her forehead to mine. “Don’t be worrying about what this cost, missy!” I say, playfully scolding her. “That’s confidential, need-to-know basis type shit.”

“And I don’t need to know?” she chuckles.

“Nope. You don’t have that kind of security clearance,” I grin.

“Well,” she giggles, “I guess I’ll just have to say thank you and that I think you’re going to be a wonderful husband.”

I pause for a sec and look at her. “Goddammit, I love you so fuckin’ much!” I sigh as I grab her face and kiss her.

She laughs and wraps her arms around me, sweetly hugging me to her as I let my lips do the talking to show her how grateful I am for her.

“So, Lola Laird, huh?” she grins when we part from the kiss.

“Fuck, that sounded so awesome! Say that again,” I smile.

“Lola Laird,” she says slower and more seductively.

“One more time,” I beam.

“
Mrs.
Lola Laird,” she says with a laugh.