With Paula none the wiser, their flight touched down hours ahead of time. They headed to Paula’s house when they rudely interrupted a small gathering. Paula went into catatonic giddiness with his sudden appearance. They couldn’t take their eyes from one another. He was darkened with tan and she seemed fuller in places. Forty-five minutes into their arrival it was clear to everyone that Charlie and Paula needed their privacy. Thanking Paula, John gathered Sarah’s bags and left, followed shortly thereafter by the others.


Once they were alone Paula thought for certain she’d be ambushed, however Charlie seemed content merely being in her presence. He sat in the living room and watched her move about the house and listened to her rattle on about their time a part. Finally he sat her in his lap and stopped her lips with his. He knew the only way to shut her up was to give her an orgasm—which he did the second their lips touched.


“I need to talk to you,” he adjusted her position in his lap, buying time.


“What is it?”


He swallowed the last of his nerves and was about to speak.


“Oh my God!” Paula’s eyes widened. “You’re about to ask me to marry you?!”


“Well…I was.”


“Let me see the ring!” she fanned her hands. He pulled it from his pocket and opened the box. “Holy shit! Charlie its beautiful.” she squealed.


“You sure know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?”


“No, I’m fine now. I couldn’t believe its happening.” She composed herself. “Okay, go ahead, ask me.”


“Paula Denise Williams, will you marry me?” His heavy drawl drenched each word.


Her gaiety gave away to heartfelt, throat clenching tears. She nodded


“I’m gonna need a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. A nod isn’t gonna hold up in court.”


“Yes, I will.”


Charlie slid the ring onto her finger without leaving her eyes. “Paula, I love you so much.
Thank you for standing by me.”


“I love you—I’m never leaving you.” She laughed “You know what sucks? My initials aren’t going to change!”


“You’re worrying about your initials after I’ve flown my ass half way around the world and pledged my undying love?”


“I’m a woman. These things matter. Besides, now we have a good story to tell our children.” She kissed his lips.


“You want our children to know their momma’s bat-shit crazy?”


“I want our children to know that, though a little off tilt, their parents love one another and made the most of a mundane occasion. That’s not to say you wouldn’t have given a great mountain-moving, chest-pounding speech just then, but there was no need,” she scanned his face. “I know how much we love each other. That’s all that matters.”


Charlie sat in disbelief; he was going to marry and possible father children with this woman. He paused when he saw ‘that look’ in her eyes. He kissed the tops of her breast pillowing up though the ‘V’ in her shirt. “How many orgasms have you had?”


“Four.” She smiled down at him.


“What do you want?” His tongue peaked between his lips.


“I want you to fuck me,” she watched him remove her breast from its confines and suck. “I want you to touch me and taste me.”


“Don’t wanna make love?


“You purposed to me. Love making would be cliché,” her head yanks back as he tugs at her hair. “I need to feel you inside me. I want to cum with you buried deep inside me.”


“Deep.”


“As deep as you can go.”



Without another word Charlie flung Paula over his shoulder, carried her to the bedroom and like Merlin has them both undressed in seconds, his lips moved against her ear, telling her all the dirty things he will do to her; her hand slid around his growing cock and he throbbed with primal urge.


Suddenly and roughly he threw her on the bed face down as she’d hoped and mounted her, effectively trapping her on the bed, his thickness pressed between them. He grabbed her hair, forced her face to his and then slipped two fingers in her depths. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” he growled into her neck.


“Yes,” Paula felt another surge of orgasm, she could hardly speak. Charlie’s greedy fingers move inside of her. “Please,” a strangled moan escaped her.


“Damn you’re wet baby,” Charlie teased with his words as Paula writhed beneath him. His hand was in her hair, his mouth was on her neck, his kisses, licks and bites subdued her. He pushed her leg ever wider. Paula heaved and groaned in response to his words telling her how seeing her submissive aroused him, how much it made him want to lay into her.


Tiny swirls of pleasure encircled her clit, he rubbed and lamented; he lamented and fingered, he fingered and kissed. Paula needed to feel more, she wanted him inside of her. His relentless prepping literally had her prostrate. She begged him to fuck her but he wouldn’t. He toggled back and forth between fingering her and rubbing her clit. Paula prayed to the God of thread count for release from her whimpering vaginal purgatory.


“You’ve had enough?”


Paula was too defeated to answer….frenzied arousal had given way to self pity with traces of anger for giving up control to the sadistic bastard. She didn’t protest when he turned her over, pushed her legs back with his and made himself at home between her legs. She felt the smooth head of his cock moving up and down her pussy lips and a low guttural moan shook her. The soft sounds it his head playing with her clit aroused her. She lay on the periphery of orgasm, gasping, and moaning and begging incoherently until the firm head pressed passed her lips then explored the depths of her pussy.


Slowly he worked his lengthy girth inch inside and watched her orgasm fold onto itself—he pushed until she accommodated his fullness. She pulled him to her, hungrily kissed him until his hard cock gave her what she wanted; long hard thrust. Charlie’s body pinned hers beneath his, grinding between her legs he gave himself wholly onto her. His mouth covered hers; her legs enveloped his, her pussy pulsated around his cock, her eyes focused on his. This, woman whose girlie juices covered his cock, was the woman he’d spend the rest of his life with; the woman who wore his ring, the woman whose children would bear his name, the woman who was now full of his cum.





As expected the coming couple of weeks was filled who congratulatory dinners and parties. By the umpteenth one party Paula had had her fill yet Lisa’s was the one she looked forward to. For once Lisa thought to hire a proper caterer instead of preparing all the food herself then complaining about the lack of assistance. As the alcohol flowed and music played, the laughter became more boisterous and the dancing more ridiculous. Never let it be said White people didn’t try to get their groove on.


Close to midnight, Paula collected Sarah and took her home with her so John and the guys could enjoy the rest of their night. John dropped the highly inebriated Charlie and Shawn off at their apartment and went home. Somewhere in the night the phone rang and Shawn answered. It was Stacy, clearing beyond the limits of driving home, and asking to crash for the night. Shawn buzzed her through the gate and stumbled back to bed.


The next morning Charlie awoke to the phone ringing off the hook. He reached to answer expecting to find Paula curled beside him.


Instead, he found Stacy.