Page 66 of Earl

He tried hard to hold back what was coming, because he did not want to choke her, but he was not proof against such exquisite sybaritic pleasure. It flowed over him, through him until he felt his entire body participating. He jerked upwards, one hand burying itself in her thick strands and he came inside her mouth.

When he was done, he slid sideways and managed to drag her up next to him. Wrapping his arms around her, he buried his face into her cushiony bosom, breathing in her scent, his body still shuddering from the most intensely powerful climax he had ever experienced in his life.

Cathy held his lean muscular frame to her, a dazed expression on her face. It was not altogether unpleasant, just short of musky and it had been worth it to see the look on his face. And to witness his reaction.

Shifting slightly, he stared at her, eyes still swirling with passion, face defined by it. He examined each feature as if he wanted to memorize it for future reference.

“Your first time?”

“I thought that was obvious.”

“You killed it.”

She bit back a smile and then burst out laughing. “Am I supposed to say thank you?”

“And you almost damn near killed me.” Her hair was hopelessly tangled, thanks to him.

“Sorry?”

“My ass.” He growled. His expression was tender, glowing with love for this woman who had in a few short weeks shown him what it was to really be in love. He would give her anything, lay down his life for her and he did not want to spend another minute without her in his life. “This weekend.”

“What about this weekend?”

“We get married.”

“Very funny.” Her eyes widened when she realized he wasn’t joking. “We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“We just cannot. You said we should get to know each other. Go out on dates…”

“We can do all of that after. I need you.” He told her gruffly. “I cannot bear to spend another day without you.”

“Earl, be reasonable. You are not thinking. I am here and I already told you I am in love with you. I am no longer afraid to go out with you in public. We could go to the museum – the art gallery…”

“As husband and wife.” He clamped his hand at the back of her neck and hauled her in for a kiss that had her nipples pebbling.

“Oh God.” She leaned onto him and took several breaths. “We cannot get married so quickly.”

Inserting two fingers beneath her chin, he lifted her face to his. “Do you love me?”

“You know I do.”

“Then marry me. Saturday is six days away. I want you to meet the only family I have, my sister and her husband. I have already met your - your friend.” He stared at her intently. “Is he more than a friend?”

Her eyes glittered. “Much more. He is family and he is gay.”

“Then we are going to get along well with each other. Unless you want the glittering society wedding…?”

“Not a chance in hell.”

He grinned at her fierce response. “Then it’s settled. There is just one thing.”

“You want us to have children in the next two weeks.”

He laughed, absolutely loving her. “You are going to have to sign a prenup. I hate like hell that this is going to be a thing, but Iam responsible to a board and a bunch of hard ass lawyers will insist…”

“Shh. I do not want your money, and a legal document is not such a bad idea.”