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Chapter 7 – A proposal.

Mack had woken up before Sophie and, after finding her sketch book, had decided to draw her portrait as she lay in his bed. It was some time later that he noticed she was finally coming too and two large hazel eyes opened lazily, searching the room. “Stay there, don’t move.”

“What are you doing?” She asked, sleepily.

“Well, I was looking through some of your designs for the bedding and other sketches you’d made in this book. Thought I’d repay the compliment.”

“You’re not drawing me?”

“Yes, I am. It’s only fair considering there’s … what … nearly a dozen of me. And for someone that doesn’t do portraits they’re surprisingly good. One more minute and I’ll be finished.”

“Mack, I’m naked though.”

“And utterly gorgeous and shaggable. Just the way you should be remembered, after a blissful night of sex.” A pillow hurtled toward his head, just missing him as he ducked out of the way. “And what happened to … ooh, James?” He mimicked.

“Right, that’s it. I don’t care if you’re finished or not.” She rounded on him with another pillow, this one aimed with a professional eye, hitting him squarely in the face.

She laughed at his expression, “you are going to regret doing that. How come your aim is so good?” He grabbed her ankle as she tried retreating up the bed, pulling her bodily back toward him.

“I have a brother, remember?” She tried fighting but it was no use.

“Seeing as you’ve been a bad girl I’m not going to show you your portrait now or give you your other presents.”

She looked back and pouted, turning over to try and rid her ankle of his grasp. Her body now on show he could do no more than what she had intended and let go of his hold on her. In the glorious light of day she was stunning. “What?” She asked meekly, but never attempted to cover herself up.

“Sophie, what I said last night about you being beautiful. Double it, no, treble it. You’re bloody gorgeous and then some. And I want you, right now.”

“Right now?” She saw his bright blue eyes darken with desire.

“Right now.” He stripped off the dressing gown he had been wearing and crawled up the bed to her. She propped herself up on the remaining pillows and waited for him to get to her, her lips wide with the anticipation of his kiss. “Do you want me?” He growled.

She nodded, too caught up in his glare to actually say anything. Her legs automatically parting for him to settle between them. Her hands went to his chest stroking the hair on his pectorals and seeking out his nipples. He dragged in a breath as he continued toward her, stalking her as if she were his prey. He wanted this to be quick; he needed release and hoped that she would enjoy it too. He snatched at another packet, quickly tearing it open and rolling the condom down his shaft.

Sophie took in everything, his quick movements, the way his skin glistened in the sunshine, his glorious manhood. She thought about what they’d already done and moaned, he hadn’t even touched her or kissed her and she could feel herself pooling. His hands were on her hips pulling her towards him, his mouth everywhere, on her mouth, then her neck, one nipple then the other, his hand moving to her centre and a finger tentatively finding its way inside her, “you’re so wet, are you ready for me?”

She nodded, her mouth was dry and she tried to salivate but was unable to as the building tension had her transfixed. She felt him slide inside her, her muscles loosening to accommodate him as he began to pick up a rhythm that they both could share. He thrust deeply, starting slowly and then building up the strokes. Instinctively she crossed her legs around his hips and behind his back as he continued to pump inside her, his penis now gliding over her g-spot. “Sophie, I’m near.”

“Yes, James, yes. Me too.” She cried out, urging him on. She felt her muscles contract, a sure sign that she was there and with Mack’s continued momentum they both became heady to their mutual excitement. “I’m coming,” She cried, throwing her head back against the pillows and holding his head between her hands, her fingers massaging through his dark golden hair. She felt him push one last time before he collapsed against her, his arms around her shoulders, kissing her mouth, face, neck and chest as they came back down to earth together.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“What for?”

“For allowing me to just take you like that.”

“James,” she brought his face up to hers, their eyes locking. “I may have had a shit time with a partner in the past but that doesn’t stop us having fun. And as for quickies, well if they’re all going to be like that then I’m not going to say ‘no’.”

He smiled, “I knew it, wanton may not be the right word for you, you little harlot. Mind you, after that little scene you let me indulge in, I think it’s worth a treat. Do you want to see your portrait?”

“Yes, please.” He lent down to the floor and picked up the book from where it had landed. He flipped through the pages that contained him, giving her a mocking look at there being so many. She grinned, pursing her lips in an attempt to stop herself laughing. Finally, he came across the page that he had sketched on. Her mouth fell open as she took the book from his hands. She traced her fingers over the charcoal outline of her face, neck and part of her back as she had been lying asleep upon the bed. Obviously, the last thing he’d done was draw in her open eyes, just as she’d woken up. He’d used pastels to pick up the colour of her hair, eyes, mouth and skin. A lone tear began to course down her cheek, as she took in every detail. She quickly brushed it away.

“What’s wrong?” His fingers drew her chin up so that they were facing one another.

“You’ve made me look so beautiful.”

“No, I haven’t made you beautiful, you are beautiful. Sophie, I love you.”

“I love you too, James. Don’t ever leave me?”

“I promise, I will never leave you.” She sank against his chest as both of them fell back to the bed. “Oh, nearly forgot. Do you want your next present?”

“Yes, please.”

He quickly nipped from the bed, going out into the living area and returning just as quickly. “Here,” he passed over another two squashy parcels.

“Which one do I open first?” She asked, he pointed to the smaller of the two parcels. She ripped back the paper, her hands smoothing over the red satin fabric. She pulled out the first item, a basque that laced up the back with a black velvet ribbon. The second item being a small triangular thong in the same fabric that tied at each side with the same ribbon as the corset. “Do you want me to wear these later?”

“If you like, we could role play.”

“What, exactly. I’m sure you’ve obviously got something in mind.”

He delved in a drawer for a carrier bag, emptying the contents onto the bed. “Thought you’d like to do a little burlesque strip.” He said, watching her pick up a pair of long black satin gloves, fishnet tights, a peacock’s feather and a black satin blindfold, in turn.

“Is this for you?” She asked, turning the blindfold over in her hands.

“Eventually, possibly.”

“Mmm, and I suppose you’re going to be the appreciative punter. Hope you’ve got plenty of money to stuff down my knickers.”

“Plenty, but it’s only monopoly money. Open the other one then.”

“If it’s a nurse’s outfit?”

“Just open it,” he pushed the parcel toward her.

She grabbed it and tore the paper, cream satin. She gave him a mystified look, he smiled sweetly. She picked up the item and let it unfold in her hands, realising it was a nightdress. “Oh, it’s lovely.” The nightdress was quite short but not obscenely so. The cups were ruched underneath the bust and were also embroidered with cream, grey, taupe and silver threads, tiny silver beads were attached too. More embroidery had been applied to the bottom left corner where there was a side split. Satin crepe fabric was attached around the waist. She turned the nightie around, the spaghetti straps crossed over the very revealing back.

“Try it on.”

She pulled the nightie over her head, adjusting it so that it fit squarely around her torso. She stood up, realising that the straps needed adjusting. “Help me?” Mack adjusted the strap lengths for her so that the cups fitted perfectly around her breasts. She turned back to him, “what do you think?”

“You look incredible.” He got up from the bed and walked her over to the mirror, “look.”

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, not only did she look incredible she felt incredible too. She caught his eyes, seeing everything she wanted to within them. “Thank you, for everything.”

“There’s more.”

“There is?”

“Yes, but you’re going to have to wait.” She pouted, “and don’t think that’s going to cut it with me either.”

“So what are your intentions for today?”

“As much as I would love to just spend the day in bed with you, I think we should get up even if its just for an hour or so, then I want to ravish you again if you’ll let me.”

They’d spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening swimming, wandering around the small beach, searching rock pools and caves, kissing and cuddling in a secluded spot as the sun began to dip toward the horizon. When they got back to the boat they shared cooking duty, sitting down to grilled halibut, ratatouille and a green salad. “Why don’t you have a shower, Sophie? Get that salt off your skin and out of your hair. Put on something comfortable and go atop with a blanket and a bottle of wine for us. I’ll clean up down here, sort myself out and bring up dessert in a bit.”

It was a lovely warm night when she finally climbed up onto the deck and after laying out the blanket on top of the living area roof and finding a couple of cushions, she lay back and looked up to the stars. They twinkled from their positions many miles away above her, whilst she tried to rack her brain of some of the constellations her granddad had pointed out to her as a kid. Nothing was coming to her so she just decided to watch them.

“What are you up to?”

“Just seeing if I remember any constellations. Sadly, I can’t.”

Mack made his way up onto the roof and joined her, “no good asking me, anyone that would have known was either dead or working when I was growing up.” He placed a bowl of strawberries and cream down in front of them. Both began to dig in, feeding each other the sweet fruit.

She looked over to him, turning on her side and leaning on her elbow. “Was your dad never at home?”

“Rarely, he worked so hard in the factory to give his family the life he thought we all deserved. He went to work before we got up and came home after we’d gone to bed.”

“Sounds like we were both orphans of a sort.” She laughed humourlessly.

“What happened to them?”

“Killed in a car accident, run off the road by a drunk driver. Car ended up rolling down a very long hill, crushing my parents to death.” She began crying silent tears as she lay still gazing at the stars. “I miss them so much,” she whispered.

Mack lent over her, pulling her to him, cuddling and soothing her as she continued to sob against his chest. “Shh, Sophie. I’m sorry; I never meant to make you cry.”

She pushed away from him, “I know,” she smiled. “It just hurts when I think about them. Anyway, you were telling me about your dad.”

“Nothing more to tell, I was left the factory because my elder brother couldn’t be bothered with it, running off to do his own thing. Still can’t actually.”

“In what way?”

“When I left Manchester to go to Majorca, I gave him the factory; he’d told me he wanted his own business so I gave him what was rightfully his. On the Monday morning he left the workers high and dry. Didn’t even bother to speak to my solicitor about it.”

“Why did you leave?”

“I was fed up. Had this girlfriend, Katherine Mark II my brother called her. Oh god, the shame of it, she got me to spend … I can’t quite remember … but I think it was about £600 on a baby grow.” He shook his head; Sophie questioned him with her face. “It was for charity, owned by some celebrity or other.” Sophie understood but still looked bewildered. “Anyway, before Miranda, I had this one night stand with a student; don’t look at me like that. I was extremely alone and bitter, she charmed me. I suppose she’d planted the seed for me to spread my wings and do what I wanted to do for a change; Miranda then pushed me that little bit further. I’d sold everything, the house, the car, and my possessions. The only things left were the factory and the boat. See, Miranda and I had this idea of sailing around the world together but after I’d got rid of everything I realised I needed to have some time to myself. I phoned her, from the airport; bloody coward that I am. Told her that I was going on my own, the only thing she could think about was what her friends were going to say to her knowing I’d not taken her with me.”

“Sounds to me like you were best off out of it.” He nodded. “So you picked up your boat and sailed around the Med for 5 years, picking up women as and when you felt like it.”

“You make me sound like a right tart.”

“No, not now I really know you, James.” She kissed him briefly. “You were just being human.”

“I suppose, never really felt like I’d had that kind of freedom ever in my life. It’s sad to say but I even mimicked my dad to a certain extent. I’d get up early, generally leaving Katherine in bed and arrive home sometime after half 6 or 7 and still spend the rest of my evening working. Not always but most of the time. Found it difficult to switch off.”

“Did she ever get involved?”

“No, never. Don’t think I’d have liked to have had her there anyway, getting in the way and pissing off the staff. Do you think you would want to get involved?”

“Of course, if I’m designing bedspreads for the company I want to be involved in it and besides a problem shared is a problem halved. I’d be able to keep tabs on you,” she pointed at his chest, “make sure you got home at a reasonable hour and didn’t bring your work home with you. And then when we had kids …”

“Oh, we’re having children are we?”

“Don’t you want them?”

“Yes, I’ve always wanted them.”

“Well, then you’re going to have to be around to help me with them, seeing as I’d be a working mum and all …” He stopped her flow with his kiss, holding on to her and making sure that the wonderful woman in his arms wasn’t just a figment of his imagination.

He pulled away, “Sophie, what you just said, about me and us, having kids. Did you really mean it?”

“Yes, I can’t think of anything I’d want more. I mean I want to paint, but I want something for us too and I’ve been thinking about that ever since I had the idea to help you with your new venture. I’d have to relocate to Manchester with you but I’m happy to do that and with our relationship going from strength to strength I’d assumed that you wanted us to be together. Naturally, at some point in the future, we’d be thinking about having children, wouldn’t we? Or am I completely way off track here?”

“No, no. Completely on track.”

She let go of the breath she had been holding. “Oh, thank god.”

“In that case then, this seems like a completely appropriate time for me to ask you a very serious question.” He wet his lips, meeting her warm gentle eyes with his own icy blue. He took her hands in his kneeling in front of her now seated form. “Sophie, would you consider marrying me.” Her heart leapt into her mouth, she tried to swallow but nothing moved. She looked at him, shocked by his question before turning her attention to anything other than him. Her mouth quivered unsure of what to do or say. “Sophie?” She looked back; she could tell he was very anxious.

She began to slowly nod her head, blinking back tears of joy as she finally realised what he was asking of her. He was asking her to make her commitment to him, a smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she gently squeezed his hands. She let out a half laugh, “are you serious?” She asked, the smile now taking over.

“Completely.”

“Then, yes. I will marry you.” She laughed again, allowing him to gently cup her chin with his thumb and forefinger, raising her face up towards his and placing the most tender kiss upon her lips. She whimpered at his touch, wanting and craving more; relishing in it when more came her way.

They broke apart, gasping for air. He beamed, “you do know, Sophie, you are in very great danger of making me the happiest man that ever lived.” She flushed from his compliment. “Best give you this then, seeing as you’ve accepted me.” He reached into his shorts pocket and took out a ring box. Upon opening it, he took out the white gold diamond solitaire reaching for her left hand and placing the ring onto her ring finger. He laid a kiss just above where it sat; permitting her her hand back once he was satisfied.

She inspected the expensive piece of jewellery. “This is too much, Mack.” She was worried that she’d lose it or worse.

“Do you like it?”

She nodded, “are you crazy? Show me any girl that wouldn’t.”

“Then it’s right and it’s insured, I can see you fretting about it.” He threaded his arms around her frame, “and you, my precious girl, are worth every penny or cent or whatever it is here,” he laughed at his joke. “Now, shall we finish our dessert?”

“No, not hungry. Well I am, but not for dessert.” She grabbed at him and pulled him down with her as she lay back on the blanket, each kissing the other with sudden fervent gestures.

“Perhaps we can mix the two?” He questioned, wriggling his eyebrows at her as she convulsed with fits of laughter beneath him. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m on top of the world. I feel fantastic. Now are you going to shut up and make love to me or do I have to take the lead?”

“Sophie, I’ll make love to you for as long as I have breath left in my body. Do you want to take this inside?”

She shook her head, “who’s around to see us? And besides we’re celebrating, I’d show the whole world just how much I loved you if I were able to. I’m happy here.”

“Then your wish is my command, and it’s nice to see you’re wearing another of your presents.” She was wearing the nightdress, “what have you got on underneath?” She grabbed his hand and pushed it underneath the hem, skimming his fingers over her naked mound. He raked in a breath, “oh god, you know how to turn me on, don’t you? You little tease.” He brought her up to sit, “come on, let’s take off your nightie, don’t want to ruin it.”

“What with?” She asked, as he tugged the item from her body. He pushed her back down again, his eyes hungrily taking in every contour.

“Cream, strawberry juice, wine,” he answered, lazily, reaching over her and pulling out a large piece of fruit covered in cream. He traced the fruit over her nipples and down to her stomach, following each line with his tongue. He pulled the berry from the stalk and locked his mouth with hers allowing her to chew at the part that was in her mouth. They kissed both enjoying the sticky sweetness.

Sophie wanted to try, she pushed Mack back, pulling at his boxers and exposing his arousal. She picked her own piece of fruit and proceeded to move the berry up the whole length of his shaft before placing it in her mouth and licking at the cream trail she’d left. She took the head into her mouth, swirling the fruit around the end before swallowing that and allowing her tongue to languish. She explored him, licking and sucking, finding out everything he liked as her eyes looked up his body to gauge his reaction. She drew his length further into her mouth taking his pleasure higher as a hand found its way tentatively around his girth, the other on his sack, cupping his balls and squeezing them tenderly.

“Sophie?” He managed, his head thrown back in ecstasy at what she was doing to him. “If you want me to … to … oh god. To put my cock inside you … you’d better stop … now!”

“Why?” She asked, taking in his expression as she removed herself completely from him.

He sat up on his forearms. “Because, I’ll be fit for nothing else and I want to be inside you when I come. Want to feel your pussy contracting around me as you come too. Come here.”

She went to him, kissing him when she arrived. Gently he turned her over on her side, facing away from him. She could feel his erection against her bottom as he came closer to her, a hand reaching for one nipple before trailing hot fire down her torso to end at her opening. She bent her knee, allowing him to feel how wet she was, “you’re always so wet for me, petal. I’m going to enter you now, from here, might need a bit of help though.” He slid himself around her form and opened her up with his fingers. She reached down for his penis, helping him by guiding him into her. She closed her eyes to the penetration, enjoying the feel of him filling her. “You can put your leg down now,” he kissed her neck and down her shoulder as he began to slowly rock himself inside her. She quickly realised that this position he had them in wasn’t about speed and momentum, it was about enjoyment and a slow rise to the precipice. She rocked against him, her thighs holding him within her, her excitement building from just knowing they were coupled in such a loving way. He continued his kisses, as his hand lazily traced her breasts, nipples and finally her clitoris. She felt alive, she felt full and she felt loved.

They stayed joined together for what seemed like forever, until Mack decided to take the initiative and rock a little harder, his fingers nimbly working their magic over her aroused nub. Her nerves began to tingle, her vagina contracted; she came, whispering his name out into the cool night air. He buried his head in her shoulder, she could feel his lips shaping around her name against her skin as he himself ignited and released.

When each of their bodies came back to life from their state of paralysis, he pulled her round to face him. “That was amazing,” he said, stroking the hair away from her face, “have the feeling that the future Mrs Mackintosh is going to make me extremely satisfied.”

“Just in the bedroom, or are there other area’s you think she’ll be good in.”

“Oh, yes,” he murmured, “the bedroom’s not the only place she’ll satisfy me in. Hopefully, she’ll satisfy me all over the house.”

“I wasn’t meaning that,” she slapped his bottom playfully.

“I know,” he teased, pulling her up to stand and quickly picking up everything he could in his arms. “It’s getting a bit chilly out here now; let’s go to bed, hey?”

She nodded; picking up what was left and following. She took another look at the rock on her finger, smiling, “I think I’m going to enjoy being Mrs Sophie Mackintosh.”
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