13 Indecent Proposal

Von Karma Estate, April 10, 2019

The aching familiarity of that mischievous grin, combined with the thrill of being in his arms, made her spirits soar, and feel light-hearted enough to float. Not to mention the euphoric joyfulness brought by his words, and what they symbolized.

Franziska peered up at him from beneath her lashes with a sexy, confident expression on her face.

“You know, Miles, it is still your birthday,” she purred. “I think right about now is the time we got to that dessert I promised you.”

“But we’ve already had that superb black forest – oh,” Miles caught on quickly when he spotted her lascivious look. “I imagine it will be slightly lower-calorie, though?”

“Yet it is equally as sinful, I assure you.”

The femme fatale pulled away from his arms and stepped back. Reaching behind her neck, she deftly released the two ties that bound her sleek halter dress together and let it slide slowly down her body, clinging briefly to her hips for a second before drifting to the bearskin rug at her feet, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her ivory stiletto heels, snow-colored see-through lacy bra, and matching wispy lace panties, with the blazing fireplace creating a sensual, luminous glow over the lusciously displayed curves of her beautiful, supple body.

He felt his mouth go dry as he hungrily eyed the vixen standing before him. Never before had pure, virginal white looked so decadently, irresistibly impure, and unchaste. He felt himself easily topple on the armchair behind him as she shoved him backward with one scarlet-tipped hand, and felt his blood pressure, among other things, rise.

Franziska caught the hungry look in his eyes and gave him an irrepressible smile. Then she walked over to him, and put her lips to his, asking for their familiar kiss. She ran her tongue along his lips, parting them enough to slide its tip inside his warm mouth. He surrendered under her coaxing, and she deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced in slow motion. She moaned once, sending a whole new shiver down his spine, straight to his groin. A loud gasp escaped his throat. The kiss was long and as satisfying as a favorite meal.

Without warning, she suddenly wrenched her mouth away from his. Then, without smiling at him, without saying a word, without doing anything other than meeting his eyes, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, pushing the sides of the material apart to bare his muscled chest and rippling abdominals, before expertly unbuckling his belt. It was utterly surprising—and red hot. She was the mistress of the art and he was her equal.

She leisurely sank to her knees before him, pushing his trousers and silk boxers down his hips in one fluid motion, then cupped him with her hands.

He moaned.

“Franziska -“

She shook her head and placed a finger to his lips.

“Silence, birthday boy.”

Then she deftly wrapped her hand around his full, throbbing erection and started stroking.

He grabbed her hands and stopped her, his chest heaving.

Franziska was having none of it. She put her mouth against that sculpted, rapidly rising and falling chest and licked his nipple.

Her warm mouth was on his chest, with her hands sweet and teasing over his aching shaft. His sex became even fuller within her caressing grasp. She pulled his head down and scorched him with an explicit come-and-get-me kiss.

He opened his mouth to warn her that he was about to explode if she continued, but then she touched him with her lips.

With a groan that rumbled against her chest, Miles’ fingers slid across her cheeks and into her silken mane, shivers radiating out from the point of contact. His hands sank into her hair, the strands catching and pulling, erotic little tugs that made her moan against him. Her hands clenched and pulled his hips closer. She needed to feel how much he wanted her, needed to know that she could make him lose control of all his senses as he had countlessly with her.

A drop of his essence slipped out, and she licked it with her tongue. Miles’s heart went wild. He watched her warm, avid mouth on him and tried to choke out a curse, but his voice wasn’t working. She alternately cupped and stroked and licked him until he cried out.

She halted momentarily to bask at the expression of tormented passion on that beautiful face; his rigid, quivering shaft indicative of a man driven half-mad by provocation and concupiscence. Sensing he was merely a hair’s breadth away from empyrean gratification, she took him into her mouth again, cradling and caressing him intimately until he saw he saw stars, and he knew there were none out tonight. His raspy breath came out in a long, uneven hiss as he finally succumbed to unparalleled levels of bone-melting rapture.

Flushed with both tenderness and consummate benediction, all he could muster afterward was, “Until you, meine Dame…none other until you…”

Franziska barely bit back a triumphant leer as she gazed up at him.

“May I propose a lifetime of such glorious satisfaction, Liebling? Was that enough incentive for you?”

“Yes!” He was still breathing heavily, his expression a combination of both devotion and raw lust.

“Was that a yes to a satisfying life with me as your Frau?” She persisted silkily as she ran her nail along the inside of his inner thigh, impressed that the touch made his spent manhood twitch and begin hardening again. “Or to that being incentive enough?”

“I will never be satisfied, Franziska Von Karma!” Miles countered raggedly, right before lunging forward and pinning her beneath him on the rug where she had been kneeling. “Not until I’ve ensured you’ve reached the same level of sublime bliss you just took me to.”

“This is hardly a direct answer to my marriage proposal, Herr Edgeworth! Furthermore, Miles, today is your special day! Everything is supposed to be all about you…”

Her weak protest was muffled as he crushed his lips against hers.

She moaned, first in objection, then in helpless surrender, as his tongue slid in and out of her mouth in so sexual a cadence, she felt her bones melting. He recognized her capitulation in a heartbeat. His tongue ceased to be a plunderer and became a lover, stroking her mouth to ecstasy. He easily removed her skimpy undergarments and relished the feel of the heated flesh of her delectable nude body beneath his. By slow degrees, her struggles ceased, her body relaxed and became pliant, molding itself to his, reshaping itself to fit his steely contours.

His parted lips followed the curve of her breast. Then he lifted his head and visually devoured her glorious nakedness. He cupped one breast in his hand and played with the dusky nipple until it stiffened. Growling with gratification, he ducked his head and laved it with his tongue, again and again, until Franziska clung to him for support.

He stared deeply into her eyes, searching for signs of stubborn resistance, but saw only leaping arcs of desire. He impressed a hungry, twisting kiss on her receptive mouth while nudging her knees apart and settling himself heavily within the cradle of her thighs.

In one long, slow plunge, he embedded himself between the stretching walls of her body as she instinctively brought her knees up to accommodate him. He moaned with supreme satisfaction and buried his face in the perfumed cloud of her hair which was spread out on the rug.

Though it seemed impossible, he delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push. She locked her legs around his waist and tightly gripped his clenching buttocks, feeling those supple contractions against her hands which greedily drew him closer, higher. He kissed her ears, her throat, and, as his thrusts accelerated, her mouth.

With his next deep thrust, her neck involuntarily arched, and she lost herself in throes of abandon. Her hips responded to his clenching fingers. She ground her pelvis against his, wanting more, always more.

As their bodies moved together, he was rocked to his very soul at the intensity of the feelings that swept through him – feelings that were by turns shaky, sure, gentle, savage, generous, greedy. With the last shreds of his self-control, he held on until he felt more tremors shake her body. Then he plunged deep and buried his face in her neck.

And when she was seized by a rush of sensation so intense, she couldn’t contain it, she bit her lower lip to hold back a scream of pleasure. The immensity of it was compounded when she felt, deep inside her, the staccato spasms of his release.

“Mein Gott, what you do to me, Franziska,” he groaned over and over as the lightning bolts of fulfillment shot through him. And as they clung together amid spiraling fireworks, he found words welling up from inside – words he belatedly realized had been lying in wait.

“Marry me, meine Dame.”

Neither knew if it was seconds, minutes, or eons that they lay in a state of complete exhaustion. Miles was the first to move. He propped himself on one elbow and gazed down at her.

“I guess this means we’re engaged now,” he said, still breathing unevenly.

“So, your mid-coitus proposal was an affirmative to my initial marriage proposition?” She jibed, the corners of her mouth curling up into a sensuous, exultant smile.

Miles smirked and nodded his head as he leaned over her.

“Ach ja, baby! ” He growled, before hungrily claiming her lips with his own again.