Amelia was speechless. She never thought she'd find herself in a moment like this. Growing up, she was just a regular girl who dreamt of that magical day—a romantic proposal from the man she loved, someone who loved her back, asking her to be his forever. But life had a funny way of twisting dreams.
When she got married, it wasn't under those perfect circumstances. It was forced, even though she ended up marrying Nick, the man she secretly adored. The problem? Nick didn't feel the same. Their youth had felt like a nightmare, with her stuck being married to a man who was still heartbroken over the woman who had left him. Nick had been cold, distant, wrapped up in his own sorrow, and Amelia's marriage had been one of duty, not love.
Now here she was, staring at something that didn't seem real—an engagement ring. Not just any ring either. This one was fancy, like something she would've had to beg her father for because she sure couldn't afford it on her own. And yet, there it was, sitting pretty on her finger.
But as the reality of the situation sank in, Amelia remembered something that made her laugh out loud—something Prof. Lewis had said just a few days ago about wedding rings. She laughed so hard, trying not to feel the sting of disappointment for having hoped for something too good to be true.
Nick, startled, raised his eyebrows. "What's so funny? You don't like the design or something?"
Amelia shook her head, still chuckling. "For a second, I almost thought you went all romantic on me."
Nick's expression grew serious, cutting her off gently. "Amy, come on." He took her hand, kissing it softly. "Yeah, my dad told me to do this. But seriously, haven't you noticed? I've been trying hard to prove something to you."
Nick's face looked so innocent, almost pleading. It made Amelia feel warm inside, but also a little playful.
She smirked. "So, don't I get some sort of sweet reward for all this effort?" Nick teased, batting his eyelashes in a way that made her laugh.
Sitting up, Amelia leaned forward, pressing a deep kiss to Nick's lips. "Where's your ring? I'm putting it on you now."
Nick grabbed the ring box from the bedside table, opening it with a smile. Amelia, her face glowing with happiness, took the ring out and slid it onto Nick's finger. A wide grin spread across her face. "Now we really look like husband and wife."
Amelia hugged Nick tightly, sinking into the warmth of his embrace. She closed her eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne—something that had always made her heart race, even when things between them had been complicated. They held each other close, bodies pressed together as if they never wanted to let go.
But what had started as a sweet, romantic moment was quickly turning into something more. Amelia felt a playful streak rise inside her. Without warning, she ran her tongue along Nick's ear, sending shivers down his spine before pushing him back onto the bed. Now straddling him, she took control, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Amy, you said you were tired," Nick said, his voice uncertain, but his eyes were filled with admiration as he watched her, loving the view from beneath her. She looked so sexy, so confident.
"I just wanna thank you," Amelia winked, her smile turning wicked.
With one hand, she reached down, grabbing his hardness, slowly guiding it into her wetness. A soft moan escaped her lips as her body arched, taking him in completely. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders like a wild mane as she settled on top of him, ready to ride this out like a cowgirl in control of her own game.
Nick groaned, hands instinctively gripping her hips as she moved against him. "Damn, Amy," he muttered, his voice filled with raw lust. "You sure you don't wanna take a break?"
Amelia laughed breathlessly, leaning down so her lips hovered above his. "I'm good," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Now let's see if you can keep up."
She rolled her hips slowly, savoring every inch of him, her body moving in a way that had Nick biting his lip, struggling to maintain control. Every movement she made, every soft moan or gasp that slipped from her lips, drove him closer to the edge.
"God, Amy," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "You're gonna kill me like this."
Amelia grinned, her body picking up pace, the slow tease turning into a steady rhythm. Her hands splayed across his chest, feeling the muscles beneath her palms, the way his heart pounded as he struggled to hold on.
"You like that?" she teased, leaning back slightly, giving him an even better view. "Tell me how much you like it."
Nick's hands gripped her thighs tightly, his head pressing back into the pillow as he let out a strained laugh. "More than you know, baby. More than you know."
Amelia rode him harder, feeling her body tighten, knowing she was close. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as the pleasure built inside her, wave after wave until she could hardly stand it anymore.
And then, all at once, she let go, a cry escaping her lips as her body tensed, her back arching, her fingers digging into Nick's skin. The release washed over her like a storm, leaving her trembling and weak as she collapsed onto Nick's chest, breathless and spent.
Nick, still reeling from the intensity, wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He kissed the top of her head softly, his own breathing ragged. "You're amazing," he whispered.
Amelia grinned against his chest, her body still buzzing from the waves of pleasure. "Damn," she laughed softly, her breath still uneven. "Why'd I cum first?"
She playfully bit her lip and leaned in, brushing her lips against his. "Your turn."
Nick smirked, eyes glinting with mischief as he effortlessly flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. "I know you're tired," he teased, his voice low, sending a shiver down her spine.
Before she could respond, he slid back into her in one swift, deep thrust, making her gasp. His lips claimed hers in a kiss that was both rough and tender, the heat between them reigniting in an instant. His hips moved in rhythm, hard and fast, each thrust more powerful than the last, as he held her close, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
Amelia's breath hitched as his pace quickened. Her nails dug into his back, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper as her body surrendered to the overwhelming sensations building inside her again. "Nick…" she moaned, her voice barely a whisper.
His name on her lips spurred him on. He broke the kiss, his forehead pressed against hers as their ragged breaths mingled in the heated space between them. The bed creaked beneath their fervent movement, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased the edge of their release together.
It didn't take long. Amelia's entire body tensed, her back arching off the bed as she spiraled into another orgasm, her inner walls clenching around him. "Amy..." Nick grunted, his pace becoming erratic as he pushed himself to the brink, groaning as he came, spurting his load inside her, his release crashing over him.
They trembled together, tangled in each other's arms, their bodies slick and exhausted, still riding the final waves of pleasure. Nick collapsed against her, careful not to crush her, as they lay there in silence, their hearts pounding in sync.
"Damn," Amelia whispered, her chest heaving. "I don't think we can sleep tonight."