One Month Later: September“Stop it.”
The “it” was Angela’s thrusting the strap-on into Nicole. Angela stopped. She was the only woman Nicole allowed to do “it.” Angela thought that her lover might be having second thoughts about her being on top. She was a combination of suddenly very pissed and suddenly very nervous. She liked topping and she liked bottoming. Hell, with Nicole she loved them both. They were doing it on almost every weekend and several times during the week for months.
Angela pulled out and flipped on her back, staring at the ceiling. She was not prepared, could never have thought to be prepared for the next two words she heard.
“Marry me.”
Neither moved except for the heaving of their chests as they came down from the physical intensity that was just abandoned, the me
