NSFW - Maverick & Sutton “Engagement”

- Maverick’s POV -

I couldn’t even believe it. I had asked Sutton to be my wife. Not only that, but she agreed to be my wife. A year ago, I never would have imagined I’d fall in love with someone else, let alone wanting to try marriage again. Everything I thought I knew about myself and my life changed the instant that Sutton walked into it.

After sliding the ring that fit surprisingly well onto her finger, I scooped her up into my arms and spun her around. It was like a scene right out of a movie—soundtracked by a barrage of her giggles. This was as close to heaven as I could get, and I never wanted to come down.

She took the initiative of pulling me into a deep, teary-eyed kiss. Sutton has always been a crier, but I’d never seen her cry like this. A messy cry laced with laughter. For the first time since we’d met, I think I’d finally made her feel a fraction of how happy she made me every single day.

I was so irrevocably in love with her, and I never wanted to stop reminding her just how much until the day we both died. When her crying had calmed down, I set her down to sit on top of the hood of the car. The car that I had fixed up all thanks to her, that I wanted to be a part of this special moment.

I shrugged my jacket off and tossed it over the windshield onto the front seat. Wearing suits always made me feel ridiculous. Tailored clothes felt suffocating on me, but I know Sutton loves it when I dress up, so I knew I had to wore one for her tonight. It was warm outside—much warmer than I would’ve expected for this time of year. My immense nerves before getting down on one knee didn’t help with the feeling.

She wrapped her hands around my neck as I gazed at her. The sunset behind us illuminated her eyes in the most beautiful way. There was an entire golden universe swirling in those eyes, and they were fixated on me. Everything tonight was perfect: the ring, the proposal, her dress. I wanted her right now as much as I did our very first night. There was no way in hell I’d make it the entire drive back to our hotel.

I nuzzled my head onto her neck tilting upwards toward her ear, meanwhile my hands were tightening around her waist, pulling her body as close to mind as possible. I won’t lie and say that fucking Sutton on the hood of my car wasn’t something I’ve thought about before. A lot of times. It most definitely wasn’t a major motivation in getting it fixed and running in such a short time.

“Sweetheart…” My voice is lower and quieter than I expected. I knew she could hear how desperate I was, as much as I’d hoped to hide it. I squeezed her hips and began to kiss her neck. She tilted her head to the side on instinct, granting me more access which I eagerly took.

“Maverick.” She whispered it, like she was surprised to even say it. I knew she wanted to continue her sentence, but her softly moaning my name made me dizzy.

I dragged my tongue up from the nape of her neck to the spot below her ear. She gasped again as I moved, and I pressed my body into her in response. I nudged her legs to the side so I could occupy the space between them. Before I can kiss her again, she turned to look at me.

“Mav,” she said sternly, her hand landing onto the middle of my chest. “You need to slow down.”

I grazed my lips over her neck as my hand traveled down across her waist towards her hips. “What if I don’t want to slow down?” She didn’t stop me again until my hand reached the edge of her dress.

“Here?” She gasped.

I slid my hand further up her thigh. “Right here. Right now.”

She let out a scandalized noise, like I’d suggested we rob a bank. I groaned. “What? I want to fuck my fiancée; sue me.”

I nudged the strap of her dress, pushing it off her shoulder. She doesn’t stop me this time, and I follow the path the strap took with kisses.

“We- we can’t. Not here.” Every word was half interrupted with little gasps and moans. She was trying to convince herself more than me, and was failing.

“Why not? Nobody’s around.” I slid my hand up the split in her skirt, until I’m just at the hem of her underwear. “We’re all alone.” She did a small jump at my touch, goose bumps raising on her skin as I grazed her inner thigh. I knew what turned her on; her body was like my favorite book I’ve read over and over but never get tired of.

I had one more ace up my sleeve. My teeth grazed the bottom of her ear, tugging on it gently. “I want you sat on the hood of this car wearing nothing but that rock on your finger.” Her grip on my arm tightened, and her thighs clenched at the feeling of my warm breath against her skin.

Before I knew it, she was pushing me off again, but this time her leg was perched onto my chest. She dragged her kneel down the buttons of my shirt, stopping in the middle.

“Fine, if you want that, you’re gonna have to do the work.” Her tone was firm, and her eyes were dark locked on mine. It was like a switch had flipped inside of her. When she was timid and unsure before, she was determined now. Fuck, it was so hot.

With the biggest shit-eating grin on my face, I obliged her request. I undid the strap of her heel, tossing it onto the ground before moving to the other shoe. Before I could move to slip off her dress, she stopped me again.

“No, you first.” She smirked. I knew she was enjoying making me sweat. Hell, I was too.

I began undoing the buttons on my shirt. “Should I dance for you too, sweetheart?” She stifled a laugh as I undressed. Once I was down to my boxers, I moved back over to her, caging her body between my arms.

“You like being in charge, don’t you?” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she nodded. “Then tell me what you want me to do next.”

She pondered for a moment, biting her lip. “Take my dress off.”

Shit, she didn’t have to tell me twice.

I reached around to pull at the zipper on the back of dress. She wiggled, shrugging it off her shoulders, letting it pool at her waist. I lifted under her butt to pull off the rest. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the tiny strip of fabric on her lower half shouldn’t even be considered clothes.

My eyes were locked on hers. “Keep going.”

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

She didn’t respond, she only grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand over to the edge of her thong.

My two fingers slipped under the waistband, dipping into her wetness. There was no denying anymore that she was craving the exact same things I was.

- SUTTON’S POV -

As soon as his fingers were inside me, I’d lost all sense of being in control. I let him take the lead, pushing his fingers in and out of me at his usual torturously slow pace. He knew if he went too fast, I’d cum. He always wanted to savor me, and who was I to argue?

I leaned back, allowing him to plunge his fingers deeper. He held onto my hip with his other hand, and kissed up my stomach to the middle of my chest. His tongue dragged over my breast, drawing circles around my hardened, sensitive nipple.

I was a mess. Not just because of the position I was in, but because I was overwhelmed by the man on top of me. He was mine and I was his, and we would be forever. Thinking about him getting down on one knee and asking me to marry him was the single most attractive thing I had ever seen.

He slid his fingers back up to my clit, tracing around it as I writhed under him. I thought Mav was impatient today, but I think I was getting worse. This wasn’t enough, I wanted to feel him. Before I totally lost all brain function, I sat up, pulling Mav closer to face me. “I want you inside me.”

His eyes lit up and he leaned forward to kiss me as he slid my panties down my legs and off my body. He worked off his own briefs in record time, as when I wrapped my arms around him, I could already feel his tip at my entrance.

He angled my hips forward before slowly pushing his length into me. Without breaking our kiss, he withdrew and then rocked back in again. I tried pulling him closer but there was no more space between us. This was exactly how I wanted to spend the rest of our lives.

His head leaned back as he closed his eyes, “I love you.” I wrapped my legs around his back as he found his way deeper inside me. Our movements were slow and sensual, making my vision blurry and my brain foggy. Every thrust into me was building me up higher. I don’t think either of us could take this speed any longer.

“Fuck,” he hissed, and I leaned back. Maverick lifted up my legs, holding me by my thighs. I was spread further as he pulled back, then plunged in deeper. The pace picked up, with his movements becoming more powerful as he got closer to his peak.

I was also starting to unravel, as so much tension had built up from denying myself a climax earlier. There was nothing else to focus on besides the sensation of him filling me completely with every flick of his hips.

He gasped low, tightening his grip on my thighs. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart.”

“Me too,” my words barely escaped my throat as a squeal. The pressure inside me was about to burst like a dam and there was no stopping the impending flood. My composure broke as I let out a loud moan, waves of intense pleasure washing over me faster than I could keep up with.

He grunted, and pumped me through my orgasm as my legs began to shake. He kept them up as he angled them forward, burying himself within me. I collapsed onto my back as he spent himself inside me. We stayed frozen in that position with both our chests heaving for another minute.

Maverick let my legs down as he pulled out of me. He leaned over and planted his hands onto the hood on either side of my head and kissed me softly. I couldn’t move, all my energy had depleted. Mav seemed to understand, and scooped me up into his arms, lifting me off the car.

“How the hell do you have any strength left?” I whined, nuzzling my head into his chest. He laughed, and I could feel it against the side of my ear.

“You give me strength,” he chuckled, setting my feet down into the grass, before pulling me close to him so I didn’t fall.

“How cheesy,” I hummed.

“I mean it. With you, I could go all night.”

He kissed atop my hair as my eyes fluttered closed. “I might need a nap first.”

He laughed again, squeezing me tight. “Well, we have an hour drive to our hotel.” His finger pinched my chin, tilting my face up to look at him again as he smirked. “And when we get back, I’ll be in charge.”

The rest of my life was sounding oh, so sweet.