Becca

He was near. His touch was light sending tremors through my body. His light kisses against my stomach as he goes lower, his caressing touch along my arms and hips. I can tell he was bare-chested by the light brush of his warm-toned chest against my thighs. His large hands were now cupping my butt as he discards my pajama shorts. I heard myself moan feeling the stroke of his tongue over my bud. "Tien." My tone was husky and filled with sleep but it didn't stop the anxious feeling from surfacing. What was he up to?

I didn't feel him anywhere on my body for a moment till his tongue plunged into my already wet core. That made me open my eyes to the semi-dark room. He didn't stop. I couldn't say a word. His wicked tongue was massaging the walls of my womanhood while his teeth caused havoc on my bud. My thighs were held down by his hands as he went deeper. I couldn't keep quiet any longer. My gasps and moans were heard throughout the room, my hands on his head pushing him for more. Looking at him between my legs was highly erotic, I noticed he was already naked, I needed to touch him all over but my mind was going blank to the workings of his tongue and lips.

Sweet Torture.

I gasped in shock from the slightly painful bite to my bud then the gentle suckle he placed going harder by the moment. I then welcomed two of Sebastien's fingers thrusting deep into my core, in and out he went his tongue following beautifully.

My hands were now on my breasts tweaking my nipples giving into the sensations he made with his mouth. With every twist, he stroked me deeper, our movements in synced; my hips jerked towards his mouth accommodating him greatly. I begged for more and he dutifully gave in, groaning in ecstasy with me. His name was on my lips over and over as my hips bucked wildly to his ministrations. His fingers went deeper as his lips settled on my bud.

In.

Out.

The squelching sound of my juices on his fingers sent me over the edge and I wanted to feel him in me. "I need you." I cried out. I felt his eyes on me, looking between my legs his lust-filled grey eyes were now focused on me. He went faster biting down on bud, the pressure was building. The deeper he plunged, I tried to sit up but he held onto my thighs and rolled us over. That position was wilder. I was riding his face and he didn't mind. Going at my own pace he tongue fucked me ruthlessly. With his tight grip on my thighs, I knew his fingers were going to leave a mark but I didn't care. Looking over my shoulder, his cock was ready and beautifully corded just for me but I couldn't move. A shudder ran through my body feeling the sharp slap against my clit. "Fuck."

I couldn't hold myself up any longer feeling my walls tighten around his tongue.

In one quick move, I was thrown onto the bed as he climbed up my body and thrust into me sharply. "So fucking good." he groaned into my ear before holding onto my waist tightly and beginning to fuck me relentlessly. I loved it.

I was begging him to go faster, my breasts bouncing wildly, his thick cock being gripped by my pussy was sending both of us to oblivion. My name on his lips and the slapping of our sweaty skin blended with our moans were simply beautiful. "Becca."

I was close and so was he.

Wrapping my legs around his waist and one last thrust sent both of us over the edge. Exhausted, Sebastien rested his body on mine placing light kisses on my lips and neck telling me every sweet word in the dictionary. Each word was filled with love and honesty. Holding him in my arms I knew I never want to let him go. I don't think I can ever do that.

Tien: I'll be by in ten.

Reading his text though it was simple it made me smile. Before leaving the penthouse he asked for us to have a late lunch. Though I told him a million times he didn't have to ask for time with me, he still did. I loved how sincere he was.

I was walking on cloud nine. I was in a healthy relationship with a guy who loves me. A loving father and a new family that accepted me. Even at work had a good feeling. Marina couldn't stop thanking me for the work that has been done and along with the staff she was celebrating the three good reviews given to us by three well-known food critics. As she explained to us, Benedict's was a big hit in New York before her father got sick and now that we were back on the map it meant a lot to her and her family.

It was an emotional celebration as the older staff told us stories of guests and staff back in the day. It gave me a lot of ideas to improve the restaurant in the long run. The staff themselves were close so I knew that the past will relive itself soon under Marina's strong leadership. She has been juggling her career in photography and owning a restaurant really well. I was looking forward to the future already.

The little time I had till Sebastien come by was spent doing payroll, I planned to do these things at home but this was more pressing.

A knock was heard on my door which I absentmindedly gave the person permission to enter. "Good day Miss Callum. I'm here to take you to His Grace."

I was startled to hear Sammy's voice, Sebastien told me he was coming himself, was something wrong. "He told me to inform you that he's fine just a change of plans," he said probably reading my mind. A relieved sigh escape not knowing I held one. He waited till I pack my bag before escorting me out.

I was confused when we returned to the hotel but when we reached the penthouse and went straight to the stairs, confusion changed to curiosity. "Sammy? Exactly where is Sebastien?" I asked seeing a helicopter and its pilot waiting when we cleared the door.

"Matthew here will take you closer to him. Following orders ma'am," he replied with a smile. "You guys sure know how to make a girl nervous," I mumbled cautiously walking to the chopper.

"Hello Miss Callum." the pilot greeted me with a smile helping me up into the passenger seat then strapped me in securely. I quickly texted him asking him what was going on. In my mind, we were to have another fun lunch together, getting to know one another more but I guessed wrong.

Tien: New lunch location.

"Alright. Here we go." I heard Matthew say over the headphones he initially gave me. The takeoff was a bit bumpy but when we were higher in the air, the view was spectacular. Watching the tall buildings of the city and the dotting of greenery; going further over New York the buildings got lesser giving way to houses and much more nature. "Where are we now?" I asked him when he took a turn over a few homes with large acres surrounding them.

"Westchester." was all he said beginning a descent. Looking below I can make out a long driveway leading up to a house, a car parked on the circular driveway near the house, the whole property was cordoned off with the wooded area but the lawn was beautifully kept. The lower we got I was able to admire the lovely Tudor-styled home with large bay windows. We landed a few meters away from the stone swimming pool. "Whose home is this? Can we even land here?" I asked but Matthew had no time to answer since Sebastien came strolling towards us.

The pilot didn't move, Sebastien came and helped me out of my seat bringing me safely on the ground. "Thank you, Matthew. I will call." he simply told the pilot before leading me away from the chopper.

He said nothing as we watched the helicopter fly off. His grip on my hand tightens then loosens, taking a deep breath before turning to me. "God. You're so beautiful." he breathed out. Placing my arms around his neck I pulled him lower for a kiss. Not rushing it we took our time exploring that one kiss from the feel of our lips moving against each other to the electrifying tingles that were always there. Teasingly his tongue asked for entrance in which I happily obliged, playfully biting it upon entry. His deep chuckle sent shivers down my spine, deepening our kiss further. The familiar yearning heat for him began before it can go any further Sebastien stopped.

"Why don't we go inside for lunch. I know the owners won't mind," he said softly reaching for the double door beside him.

"Oh. Okay." I said softly taking in the beautiful design of the living area which opened into a grand kitchen. The colors of the walls were in neutral colors of cream and brown, the cabinets and countertops blended in beautifully.

"Do you want a tour of the house?"

"I don't want to intrude," I said a bit skeptical of being in someone's home about to eat lunch.

"They won't mind." he pressed on, tugging at my hand to follow him. Hesitantly I did, silently noticing the hardwood floors throughout. He led me through a den with a fireplace then into a foyer with one winding staircase leading upstairs. It was all so beautiful and welcoming. It felt like a house where I will call mine someday. Going further up I heard soft yapping, I stopped, "They have a dog?" I asked.

"A puppy. He's pretty friendly," he answered smiling down at me.

"Tien. Whose house is this?" I asked the apprehension in my voice.

"I will tell you soon. Just come with me." He quickly placed a kiss on my lips before pulling me up onto the landing. He took us to the right not saying a word, we stopped at a large double door in which I heard the puppy's whining behind. Keeping his eyes on me he slowly opened the door and out bounded the puppy yapping at our feet. He ran back in and began chasing his tail. The room was actually an office with two desks, loving the modern and bright decor I followed my curiosity, studying each detail. Weirdly it was somewhat my styling and Sebastien's, I approached the floor to ceiling bookshelf and my attention drew to the designated knick-knack shelf. Sitting in the middle was a photo of Sebastien and me on our first night out.

"Tien. Why do they..." I began to ask aloud turning back to him but the words died in my mouth when I saw the red velvet box in his hand. The puppy was still playing with his tail bumping into the furniture. Sebastien gave me that slow smile I loved so much that reached his soft grey eyes.

My mind was processing everything, my heart was beating ten times faster and by the look in his eyes, the answer in my head was true. I couldn't stand on my own two feet any longer, falling to my knees silent tears rolled down my cheeks. Slowly he joined me on the plush carpet wiping my tears away but that didn't help. This can't be happening. I truly didn't expect this.

"I had this whole heartfelt speech planned but everything went out the window when I saw that gorgeous smile of yours outside. So.. I'm just gonna ask. Do you wanna marry me? No. I mean... Will you marry me?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

I was laughing through my tears at how cute he was. Throwing my arms around his neck and my body against his we toppled to the floor with my lips pressed against his, both of us laughing at our clumsiness. In that one kiss, I told him everything. I told him how special he was to me. I thanked him for loving me and being there for me. I thanked him for his undying support. Most importantly I told him yes to being his wife.

"Bet you want to see the rest of your new home now huh?" he joked rolling me over to straddle me. He bought us a home, our very own home. We were going to start our own family, right here in this gorgeous house.

"Sure why not?" I laughed as he took my hand and placed a blue Aquamarine solid 14K white gold ring on my finger. Kissing the ring he then kissed the palm of my hand, "I promise to always make you happy and never hurt you. To always make you feel wanted and loved. I will protect you and our future kids. Most of all I will always be by your side no matter what." he said softly coming closer to me.

"You do all of that right now. More or less you will be my prince."

With another kiss, he messed up my senses but this time it was a kiss sealing his promise.

"Your Hometown Prince."