Mariah Abrams has always dreamed of opening her own boutique. Someday she plans to make her brand a household name. She may be tiny, but she has a big heart. Mariah has an innocent air about her that draws people to her. It's almost as if she hasn't...
I was as nervous as hell. I decided to skip out on work today. Instead, I went to Mariah's parents' house. After that initial encounter, we formed a great friendship.
I needed to speak to him urgently. We got in the car and I took him out to eat. For a while it was quiet and I knew it was now or never. I asked for Mariah's hand in marriage.
He started at me for a while. He then asked me if I was sure this is what I wanted. I told him, I was never surer of anything in my life. He gave me his blessing. One step out of the way.
I called and made our reservations for tonight, after I dropped Mariah's father back home. I wanted everything to be just perfect.
I picked her up after work and I realized that I had forgotten the ring at the house. It wasn't a big deal, I knew she would probably want to go home and take care of a few things before we left.
I was so nervous; I couldn't get my tie straight. I went into Mariah's room to ask her to fix the tie, only to see her in nothing but heels. It was a sight I would never want to stop staring at. The things I would do to that body. She snapped my out of the trance and soon we were at the restaurant.
After we finished out food, I was trying to get my speech right. She knew something was up, and she asked me about it.
I guess it's time.
"God, I wanted this to be perfect. How did you guess something was up?"
"You won't stop fidgeting."
"You can read me like an open book. It's one of the many things I love about you."
He pulled my hand to his lips and stared onto my eyes.
"Babe, you know that I can't live without you right?"
"Where are you going with this?"
"Mariah, do you enjoy styling at my house? I enjoy having you there. I never want you to leave. I want to change two things though." I said as I slid off the chair.
"I want for my house to be our house and for you to be my wife." By this point, I was down on one knee. I pulled out a black jewelry box and my heart went into overdrive.
"Mariah Ahrianna Abrams, will you do the honor of making me the happiest man alive? Will you be my wife and share my life?"
"Yes, I will marry you!" I was thrilled to hear those words come out of her mouth. In this moment, the world just felt right.
I picked her up off the ground and spun her around. I slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her.
I completely lost track of everything that is until I head the deafening roar of applause. After many congratulations, we finally left the restaurant.
I brought her home to my house. The perfect end to this evening would be for us to cuddle in front of the fireplace and watch our favorite movie. It would be extra perfect because Chance and Leigh were not her to interrupt us.
We both decided to change clothes before starting the movie. I made it to the sofa first. Mariah came in wearing something that looked like a bathroom rug. It was downright ugly.
I didn't say anything; I just pulled her down onto my lap.
She was sitting between my legs and she wouldn't stop moving. If she wanted to watch this movie she needed to remain still. She pushed back into me and pressed herself against my front.
I tried to hold back the moan, but it still slipped out.
When her shoulders began to shake, I already knew what time it was. So she wanted to play games huh?
I kissed a trail from the corner of her mouth, down her neck. I spilled my hand beneath her ugly robe, and it landed on skin and lace.
I heard her moan as I began to inch my hand upwards. What the hell did she have on under that robe? I pushed her down onto the cushions and grabbed at the belt that held her robe in place.
The sight that greeted me when I opened the robe was enough to make me completely forget about the movie. I finally found that tattoo.
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It was a set of wings; right underneath it was a phrase in Spanish. It said Alis Volat Propriis. (She flies by her own wings) It was positioned right between her breasts.
When I looked up, she had a grin on her face.
"I decided that you worked hard enough to earn a taste," she said.
"I plan to enjoy every bit of this."
The kiss was slow and sweet. I repetitively packed her lips until she began to grow frustrated. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. My lips began to lead a fiery trail from her lips to her collar bone.
As my lips made their way back to hers, I gripped the lace band. Once our lips touch, I stretched the lace and let it snap back. The sting made her gasp and granted me immediate entrance. Our tongues began an age old dance, as my hands parted the waves of her hair.
Soon my back was on the sofa and she was on top of me. She began kissing her way down my neck, leaving a trail of hikeys along the way. I flipped us over and took off my shirt.
I began sucking on her earlobe and my fingers trailed down to her nipple. She gasped as my cold fingers touched her skin. Immediately the gasp was followed her moan, when I left her earlobe and brought my mouth to her other nipple.
"Key, please...."she moaned as my other hand trailed down in between her legs. She arched her back as I slid one finger inside. She was so wet already. While I was busy pumping my fingers in and out, she was arching off of the sofa. Mariah was mewing like a cat.
"Key, please...." she moaned once again.
"What do you need beautiful?"
"You know exactly what I want."
"Is it this?" I asked as I kissed my way down her body. She began to moan even more, but I knew that wasn't what she wanted. Since she made me wait so long to have her, she was going to wait for her release until I was ready.
Slowly, torturously, I made my way between her legs. As soon as my breath hit her center, she arched her back with a shriek. I gripped her legs and pulled for to my face. I used my tongue to pleasure her in every sense of the word. When she came, she screamed my name so loudly my ears began to ring. I lapped at her until every last tremor subsided.
When she finally went still, I looked up at her from between her legs and smirked.
