My Girlfriend Proposed to Me While She Was Penetrating Me

I took my blouse off slowly, looking her in the eyes. Marina watched me from the center of the dining room with that expression that always took my breath away: lips parted, hands still at her sides, waiting.

—How I’m going to fuck you, Lucía —she murmured, and her deep voice ran all the way down my back until it lodged itself between my legs.

I unfastened my bra and let it fall. I touched my nipples slowly, pinched them between my index finger and thumb until they were hard as rocks, and watched Marina’s mouth part a little more. Then I lowered my hands, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled the zipper down without taking my eyes off her.

That night had been my birthday. The best I’d had in years. And the best part hadn’t been dinner or the drinks: it had been the moment Marina knelt in front of me with a ring in her hand and asked if I wanted to marry her. I still hadn’t fully processed the yes I gave her when we were already here, in the dining room, taking off our clothes.

I kicked off my shoes, finished pulling down my jeans and underwear. Marina looked at me as if she’d never seen me naked, even though we’d been together for almost two years. She bit her lower lip and ran her tongue along the corner of her mouth. I was standing naked in front of her, my nipples hard and my cunt already starting to get wet just from feeling how she devoured me with her eyes.

I looped my arms around her neck and we kissed. Deep, unhurried, tongue in her mouth, teeth nipping at our lips. I grabbed one of her hands and brought it between my legs so she could feel how wet I was. Marina slipped two fingers into me and let out a deep groan against my mouth when she found out how soaked I already had her making me.

—You’re dripping, baby —she whispered to me.

—For you —I answered, and bit her lower lip—. Let’s go to bed.

I took her by the hand and led her with me. In the bedroom I undressed her myself. I lifted her T-shirt, unhooked her bra, caressed her breasts slowly, bent down and sucked one nipple, then the other, unhurriedly, listening to her breathe heavier and heavier. She sank her fingers into my hair and pressed my mouth against her breast.

—You’re driving me crazy —she murmured against my skin when I went back up to kiss her neck.

—That’s exactly what I want —I answered, and bit her earlobe.

I pulled down her jeans and underwear. I ran one finger through the center of her cunt and found her completely wet, her lips swollen, her clit already hard. A sigh escaped me. I pushed two fingers into her in one go, all the way, and Marina gripped my shoulders and spread her legs to let me in better.

—Whore —she panted—. We’re not making it to the harness like this.

—Then hold on —I told her, and pulled my fingers out slick with her own wetness so I could lick them in front of her, one by one.

I saw her face. She almost threw me onto the bed right then and there. But I held back. I went to the drawer, took out the harness, and came back. I knelt in front of her and put it on her carefully, adjusting the straps over her hips, her thighs, checking that the base sat snugly against her pubis. Marina let me do it without moving, just looking down at me. When I finished adjusting it, I couldn’t resist: I grabbed the silicone cock with my hand, looked her in the eyes, and put it in my mouth.

—Lucía… —she moaned, grabbing the back of my neck.

I sucked it slowly, all the way down, setting the rhythm with my hand. I knew the base of the harness was pressing against her clit with every movement, and by the way the veins in her neck stood out I knew she liked it. I ran my tongue over the tip, over the length, and swallowed it whole again until a long gasp slipped out of her.

—Enough —she said through clenched teeth—. Enough or I’m going to come like this, looking at you.

I pulled the cock out of my mouth with a pop and smiled at her. I led her to the bed. I lay on my back, opened my legs as wide as they would go, and looked at her. I stroked my cunt in front of her, spread my lips with two fingers so she could see how wet I was, red, gleaming.

—Make me yours —I told her—. Fuck me hard, baby. Break me.

She positioned herself over me, pressed the tip against my opening, and asked in a low voice, half smiling:

—Are you ready?

—Put it in already.

She penetrated me in one movement, deep, all the way to the hilt. I swallowed a cry between pain and pleasure, arched my waist and wrapped myself around her, crossing my legs over her lower back to have her as far inside as possible. Marina stayed still for a second, leaning on her elbows, looking at my face.

—Look at me —she asked—. Don’t close your eyes.

She started moving: slow at first, deep, pulling the cock almost all the way out and driving it back into me to the base. I could feel every thrust hitting me inside, the silicone base slamming against my swollen clit and sending a jolt down my entire back. Marina placed one hand on my hip and held me steady so she could fuck me harder.

—Lucía —she said between thrusts, her voice broken—, do you take Marina as your wife, today and always?

I laughed with the little air I had left and kissed her at the same time, biting her lip.

—Yes, baby. Today and always. Now keep fucking me, don’t stop.

She sped up. She drove into me harder and harder, deeper and deeper, and I dug my nails into her shoulder blades and begged in her ear not to stop, like that, harder. The bed creaked with every thrust. I felt my release approaching from very deep inside, tightening in my lower belly like a fist.

Before I came, I turned her over. Marina fell onto her back, surprised, and I ended up on top of her with the harness still inside me. I settled myself, braced my hands on her chest and started riding. I rose until I was almost out and then dropped all at once to the hilt, and every time I came down a very slutty moan slipped out of me. Marina matched my rhythm, her hands roaming over my breasts, squeezing them, my waist, my hips, and guided my motion by digging her fingers into my ass.

—That’s it, baby —she panted from below—, ride me, fuck that cock…

—It’s yours —I answered, breathless—, this cunt is yours, asshole, all yours.

I took one hand to my clit and rubbed it with two fingers while I kept moving my hips. I felt everything inside me contracting. Marina looked up at me from below, mouth open, and I saw the face she made when she was about to come: glassy eyes, jaw tight.

—Come with me —I told her—, come now.

I sped up even more. She sped up from below, pushing her hips upward to drive it all the way in on every one of my downs. Two bodies looking for the same finish. I felt my climax split me open, a hot wave that climbed from my cunt to my throat and made me howl. Marina came beneath me almost at the same time, gripping my hips with both hands, letting out a hoarse moan through clenched teeth.

We came at the same time, and I stayed sprawled on top of her trembling, the cock still inside me, until the spasms passed.

After that I slid to one side and lay on my back, speechless, my heart racing and my cunt throbbing. Marina got up to wash the harness. When she came back she lay down pressed against my back, her hot, sweaty skin against mine. A shiver ran through me. Her lips brushed my nape.

—I love you —she said.

—Me too —I answered.

And we fell asleep like that.

***

I woke up before the alarms. Marina was still sleeping deeply, her hair tousled on the pillow and an expression of peace on her face that made me want to kiss her right then. But we had to work, so I got up to shower without waking her.

While I was getting dressed, I took my phone and put music on at a low but sufficient volume. Marina opened her eyes slowly, saw me dancing in my underwear, and sat up in bed laughing.

—You’re completely insane —she said.

—And you’re going to marry her —I answered.

She got up and started dancing too, still in her panties, hair a complete mess. We laughed like idiots for five straight minutes. We got to work more or less on time, with two double coffees we poured ourselves from the machine in the hallway.

—We’re a complete disaster —Marina whispered in my ear while we waited for the coffee to come out.

—Yeah —I replied—, but we’re happy.

I looked around. There was no one there. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Marina opened her eyes in surprise.

—You don’t care about anything anymore? —she asked me.

I turned around, walked to my desk and, without looking at her, made the “no” sign with my index finger. I heard her laugh to herself from the other side of the office.

***

On Friday afternoon I sent her a message before she left.

“Pack the bag as soon as we get there. We travel early tomorrow.”

She replied with a thumbs-up.

As soon as we walked into the apartment, I left my purse and went straight to the bedroom to undress. Marina went into the bathroom. When she came back and found me bent over looking for clothes in the lower drawer of the closet, in a thong and without a bra, she said quietly:

—How am I supposed to pack the bag if you’re like this?

She touched my ass before I could react, slipped her hand under my thong and squeezed one whole cheek. I straightened up abruptly and slammed my head against the top shelf.

—Fuck! —I cursed.

Marina doubled over laughing. She took me to the bathroom, ran cold water over the bump, and kept laughing while she did it.

—You’re okay —she said, trying to sound serious and failing.

—Yes —I replied—, but know that I am very much in love with you, miss.

—Me too, idiot.

We kissed against the bathroom mirror. Then we finished packing, made something light for dinner, and went to sleep holding each other.

***

The next day we left early. We traveled in shorts, sneakers, and sunglasses. Marina in a tank top with thin straps and her hair tied back; me in a blouse knotted at the navel and my hair tied back too. We were both wearing our rings: the one she’d given me for the engagement and the one I’d bought on the beach last summer.

At some point during the trip I let out a long sigh.

—Ugh, it’s hot.

I tied my blouse in a knot and left the first buttons undone. Marina glanced at me from the passenger seat.

—We’re going to kill someone —she said.

—We’re on the road, nobody can see us.

—I can see you.

—Exactly.

I put my hand on her leg, just barely, on purpose. She moved it away without taking her eyes off the road.

—Relax, we’ll be there in two hours —she said.

—Yeah, sure —I answered, and made her mate.

We arrived at my parents’ house at noon. As soon as I got out of the car I heard the shouting: my mother, my aunt, my brother, my sister-in-law, my nephew. Hugs, kisses, the usual chaos of a family gathering. Marina was greeted as if she’d always been part of the family, because by then she was.

After lunch, when everyone had calmed down a bit, I gave them the news.

—Family, we want to tell you something. Marina and I are getting married.

More shouting. Surprised faces, hugs, someone who appeared out of nowhere with glasses and sparkling wine. My nephew, who is five and didn’t understand anything, clapped anyway because everyone was clapping. Someone shouted, “Kiss!” and we kissed in the middle of the living room with my mother on the verge of tears.

The after-lunch conversation went on until late afternoon. Mate with cake, conversation that never ended. Marina slipped into the rhythm of the house on her own: she helped clear the dishes, washed them with my mother, talked apart with her for a long while. I watched her from a distance and could hardly believe that this was my life.

My nephew found me among everyone else, tugged my arm, and handed me a package wrapped in colored paper.

—Auntie, this is for you.

We opened it together. Inside there was a pair of jeans and a beautiful T-shirt. I had to bite my lip not to cry in front of everyone. Marina, who was watching me from the other end of the table, quickly wiped the back of her hand across her eyes, thinking no one saw her.

—Thank you, family —I managed to say. My voice trembled anyway.

Later, when there were almost no people left standing, my mother took my arm and pulled me aside for a moment.

—What a joy, daughter. Marina is the best thing that could have happened to you.

I hugged her tightly.

—Thanks, Mom. But don’t say anything else or I’m going to start crying right now. Since Thursday I have no idea where all these tears are coming from.

—It’s because you’re happy —she said—. And that makes me proud.

***

That night we slept in my childhood bedroom. Marina went to the bathroom first; I tidied the room. When I came back she was already in bed, under the sheets, looking at me.

—Lucía, come here —she called, pulling the sheet aside.

She was naked. Her legs just slightly apart, one hand over her stomach and the other stroking her nipple with the tip of her finger, with no shame at all. I stood there for a second looking at her.

I sat on the edge of the bed and asked her how she’d liked it. She unhooked my bra while answering in a murmur:

—Very much, baby. Your family is adorable, really. Now take your clothes off.

I took the rest off in a low voice, moving slowly so as not to make noise. My parents were sleeping ten meters away. Marina pinched my ass when I was taking off my underwear and I let out a muffled yelp that I tried to turn into a laugh.

—Bitch —I whispered.

—Let me see if I hurt you —she said, and laughed softly.

She slipped one hand between my legs from behind and ran two fingers from front to back through my slit. I bit the back of my hand to keep from making a sound.

—You’re soaking wet, baby —she whispered in my ear—. And I haven’t even touched you.

—Shut up and put them in me.

Marina slid two fingers inside me up to the knuckles, slowly, and started moving them inside me while pressing her palm against my clit. I covered my own mouth with the pillow. She bit my shoulder so she wouldn’t moan. I could feel her curling her fingers inside me, finding that exact spot that made me lose my mind, and her hand getting wetter with every movement.

—Come up here —I begged in a very low voice.

Marina pulled her fingers out and ran them over my mouth before climbing on top of me. I sucked them slowly, without taking my eyes off her, while she opened my legs with her knee. She settled between my thighs and we started scissoring: cunt to cunt, clits rubbing, both of us moving in the same tight rocking rhythm. The sensation was brutal, her damp skin sticking to mine, the small wet sound we made between us, which we had to smother against the pillow.

—Shhh —Marina kept asking as she moved—, shhh, baby, shut up, don’t scream…

—I can’t —I panted against her neck—, you’re killing me.

She sped up the rocking. I dug my heels into her ass to press us closer together. We both finished almost together, biting each other’s shoulders so we wouldn’t cry out, trembling silently in that tiny bed from my adolescence with my parents sleeping on the other side of the hall.

We held each other in the dark, sweaty and breathless. I curled up against her and stayed like that for a while in silence, listening to her chest gradually calm. Then she spoke to me.

—Lucía, on Monday I need you to come with me to talk to the manager.

—What happened?

—Do you remember the day we stayed late at the office catching up on the reports?

—Yeah, I remember.

—While we were working there was a guy watching from the adjoining room. I didn’t see him at the time. He was the company’s main shareholder.

—And what does that have to do with anything?

—That he wants to have a meeting with us. To sleep with both of us. In exchange for money.

I sat up in bed abruptly.

—What?

—Shhh —Marina stopped me, putting a hand on my arm—. Calm down.

—Are you kidding me?

—No. The manager texted me saying he thinks it’s a disgusting thing to ask, that he tried to convince him to drop it and couldn’t. But the guy is still insisting.

I looked at her in the dark. I could see her jaw clenched, her shoulders rigid.

—Why didn’t you tell me before?

—Because it was your birthday week. I didn’t want the week to be horrible because of this filth.

I stroked her face. Her hair. I offered her my chest so she could rest her head there.

—Listen —I told her—. On Monday we’ll go together, we’ll state our position, and that’s it. There are only two options: they accept our refusal or they fire us. And if they fire us, we walk out with our heads held high.

Marina nodded against my chest.

—Besides —I added—, I want you to know something. With you I’m not missing anything. I don’t need any man, or his presence, or his money, or anything he could offer. What I have with you is already everything I want.

She held me tighter. I kissed her forehead.

—Better? —I asked after a while.

—Yes —she said—. With you I’m always better.

The next day, after lunch, we headed back. I drove, since I know the route by heart. Marina made mate the whole way and we talked about the wedding date, about how to arrange time off at work, about whether to book the civil registry appointment before or after Monday’s meeting.

As soon as we got to the apartment, we unloaded our things and I hugged her. I made her wrap her arms around my waist and I wrapped my own around her neck.

—How did you like it? —I asked—. You seemed more at ease there, and I loved seeing you like that.

—Very good, baby. Your family is a gift.

—Then change that face for me —I told her—. Don’t bring the shareholder’s face to bed with you.

—It just wrecks me, that kind of thing.

—I know. But tomorrow we’ll lay out our arguments and that’s that. What can happen? They accept our refusal or they kick us out. Either way, we stay together, do you understand?

Marina smiled a little.

—Yeah —she said.

—Besides, when you make that face with that mouth, I get distracted from everything we should be talking about.

She laughed for the first time in hours. A real laugh, the kind that crinkled her eyes.

—Idiot —she said.

We ate a little something, showered in turns, and went to bed. Before turning out the light I asked her if she was feeling better.

—Yes, baby —she answered—. I’m splendid with you.

On Monday we’d see what happened in that meeting. That night only this existed: the two of us in our bed, the rings on the nightstand, and the quiet certainty that we would always choose each other.