Butterfly's Year

42. Proposal

– Sorry I left so suddenly – he said in a gentle, warm voice. – I'm just tense and on edge. But I'm ready for round two, to make you happy.

Saying this, he slowly moved to the foot of the bed, grabbed me by the ankles, and pulled me toward him, so my hips were on the edge of the bed. He draped my legs over his shoulders and settled comfortably on the carpet in front of the bed, then brought his face close to my pussy and exhaled warm breath on it.

I sighed softly, impatiently waiting for his next move. Unlike the quickie from a few minutes ago, Victor wasn't in a hurry this time. He savored every touch of my skin and gave maximum attention to every inch of my body.

He ran his tongue along my thigh from knee to groin, and just when I thought I would finally feel his warmth on my pussy, he casually moved his journey to the other thigh. He teased me like this for a few minutes, driving me crazy with anticipation. He circled ever tighter around the gates of my femininity but kept delaying the moment I longed for.

The blood in my clitoris pulsed relentlessly. I felt like the accumulated excitement raging inside me was scorching everything it touched. Unable to bear the delightfully unbearable tension any longer, I placed my hands on his shortly cropped hair and held his head in place so he couldn't escape.

When his tongue finally met my clitoris, a muffled cry escaped my throat. I hadn't expected such an explosion of pleasure. My attention-starved pussy was so inflamed that it felt like it was the first time a man had given me oral sex.

Now his tongue didn't relent for a second. It tirelessly drilled into that one small spot, and I slowly drifted away as if my soul had separated from my body and was watching us from above. My excitement peaked, and a small inferno erupted between my legs. My love didn't stop the caresses and kept bombarding me with new sensations, so I writhed in the sheets, consumed over and over by the echo of fresh orgasms, pushing away his forehead, to which he responded by pulling my hips even closer to him.

I was utterly powerless against his dedication, so I completely surrendered to experiencing the caresses on my overly sensitive clitoris, moaning loudly. My muscles refused to cooperate, and I became so limp that if I hadn't been lying down, I certainly wouldn't have been able to maintain an upright position. That must have been enough of a sign of my satisfaction for him, as he detached his lips from my body and gave me a mischievous smile.

I was trembling slightly all over. I felt so blissful and pleasant, as if the whole world were just like this bedroom. Cozy, warm, with soft pillows and dimmed lights.

Victor sank onto the pillows next to me and pulled me close, so my buttocks were touching his lower abdomen. He wrapped us snugly in the quilt and traced his fingers along my bare shoulder for a few minutes.

– Will you marry me? – he whispered directly into my ear, breaking the silence filled only with our now-calm breathing.

My mind, dimmed by the recent orgasm and Victor's gentle touch, needed a moment to clear and process the words I had heard, as if from a distance. When it did, I started and propped myself up on my elbow.

– What? – I asked, looking at him with amusement.

– I want to marry you and start a family – Victor replied, sounding quite serious.

The little creature inside me raised its eyebrows high, and I was stunned. Was he proposing?

– You want to? – I finally managed to stammer out. – Wait, I phrased that wrong – I quickly added before he could say anything. – Did you come up with this on your own just now, or because Manuel fed you those ideas?