Mr White Proposes (BWWM Interracial Romance) (9 page)

“
Damn you Mitchell Schmidt!”
He thought as he looked at the floor and then back at Natasha. “What’s on your mind? Why don’t you sit down," he said not sure what he wanted her to do first.

”
No, I don’t want to sit down. I can do this just fine standing,” she said tugging at her jacket.

“
Okay,” he said. She looked up at him and at that moment, he just wanted to take her into his arms and hug her and then give her the most passionate kiss known to man.

“
I talked to my dad. He told me you asked him for my hand,” she stared as she looked into his eyes. Mitchell felt himself panic.

“
Should I not have done it?” he asked confused. She shook her head.

“
No, I just….I was impressed. I think I…” her voice trailed off as she looked into his eyes, lost for words. She then took a step forward and kissed him. Mitchell closed his eyes and held her shoulders as he kissed her back.

“
Wait,”
he thought. “
This is not good,”
he thought as he began to slowly push her away.

“
No, we are supposed to talk. You cannot just fuck me into submission so I can forget about it,” he said in a soft but stern voice.

“
That’s not what I’m doing,” she said looking into his eyes.

“
Yes you are,” he said looking at hr. “You have been coming to ‘talk’ for the longest time but we just end up having crazy sex. Not that I’m complaining,” he said looking at her. “You cannot avoid the situation forever, baby,” he told her.

“
I am not avoiding the situation Mitchell,” she said as she took another step towards him. “I just want to have an intimate moment with my fiancé,” she added looking into his eyes. Mitchell looked at her in surprise. This was exactly what he wanted but he had definitely not expected for her to come around this soon.

“
Really?” he asked as he looked into her brown eyes. She smiled and nodded.

“
I have been so stupid Mitchell,” she said looking up at him. “I just don’t know…I love you and I don’t want to lose you,” she said as a tear rolled down his cheek. Mitchell rubbed the tear off her cheek and held her face in his hands.

“
I love you too,” he said. “But is the fear of losing me the reason why you want to be my wife?” he asked looking closely into her brown eyes. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

“
No, never,” she said as another tear rolled down her other cheek. “It’s just that I didn’t realize just how much you meant to me until I almost lost you and…” she felt a tightness in her throat as she choked back a tear. “I am just…I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I have always seen a future with you,” she said looking into his deep brown eyes. He felt overjoyed as he held her in his arms, something that he had not done in a long time. She lost all control and began sobbing into his shirt. He kissed the top of her head and gently squeezed her in his arms.

“
I’m just happy you are here,” he said before kissing her again. She pulled away and looked up at his smiling face. His perfect facial features looking down on her. Those beautiful dark eyes, that thick wavy hair. She was still looking up at him dreamily when he lowered his head and kissed her lips. She closed her eyes as she felt his lips on hers, slowly interchanging as the warm tongue threatened to get inside her mouth. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck as he retaliated by wrapping his own arm around her dainty waist. He slowly pushed her coat off and pulled away to marvel at her perfect figure in the long top and skinny jeans she wore. He felt his excitement grow a little more when he saw her long heels, maybe because his mind went back to that day she surprised him with a whole lot of BDSM much to his delight.

“
What?” she asked. Without realizing it, he had been staring at her. He smiled and pulled her closer to him.

“
Nothing, I just missed you,” he said in a whisper. “Come here you sexy woman,” he said as he lowered his head again, meeting her lips in a smooth sensual kiss. She slowly let a moan escape her lips as he kissed her long and hard, unwilling to let her go. His hands went down to her waist and began to slowly lift her shirt up. She pulled away and raised her arms over her head as he pulled her top off.

“
Gorgeous,” she heard him say when he laid eyes on her breasts secured inside her burgundy bra. He suddenly pulled away as if he had remembered something.

“
What? What’s wrong?” she asked looking into his eyes, a worried look in her eyes.

“
I don’t wan to have sex tonight, baby,” he told her looking into her eyes. Natasha felt a sadness befall her. She wanted him so much right now, but maybe it was for the best. After all they did have a lot to work through. She smiled at him and grabbed her shirt from the couch. “What are you doing?” Mitchell asked looking at her.

“
Getting dressed,” she said looking at him confused.

“
Why?” he asked looking at her.

“
You don’t want to have sex,” she said looking up at him especially hard when he grabbed her hand.

“
True,” he said yanking the shirt from her hands. “I want to make love,” he said kissing her again. Natasha felt herself get wet. This kind of random or arbitrary behavior made him even more hot than he already was. She shrieked as Mitchell suddenly lifted her up with one swift sweep. He walked them to the bedroom and slowly lowered her onto the bed. She watched him as he slowly took his pants off. She gasped when she saw that his penis was already erect, angry veins threatened to burst its boundaries. He then slowly undid the zipper of her pants before slowly pulling them off.

The way he slowly undressed her looking into her eyes with certain intensity without a word made her loins crave him. He then slowly lowered his body and began to slowly plant small kisses on her navel, so close to tearing off her panties with his teeth. She closed her eyes as he felt his lips slowly going down her thigh that was now cold thanks to his ever efficient cooling system. She involuntarily spread her legs when she felt him running his tongue along the smooth skin of her inside thigh. Her soft moans had been replaced by hard labored breaths that showed her eagerness to have him inside her, to have him take her and ravage her.

“Oh my…God,” she moaned when she felt him take the soft skin in between his teeth, slowly nibbling at her, making her wetter than she already was.

“
You like that, don’t you,” Mitchell said softly, almost in a whisper. “What about this?” he said as he ran his tongue up her thigh, to her navel and finally to her upper breast. She felt herself tingle as his soft lips began planting small kisses on her perfect mounds.

“
That too,” she said as she held his head against her breast.

“
And this?” he asked as he quickly unclasped the bra at the front. For a moment, Natasha was impressed at how fast he had managed to figure out the clasp. She sighed and shivered as he slowly licked the tip of one hardening nipple.

“
Yeah, yes baby….like that…” she struggled to answer as he took one nipple inside his mouth. He sucked on it long and hard before he began to softly nibble on it, making her squirm with pleasure. He placed a hand on her other breast giving it equal pleasure from his flicking fingertips. “Ah,…babe…baby…” she moaned softly as he nibbles on the soft skin of her nipple. He resumed sucking on her hard nipples, tugging and pulling on it, making her squirm and moan and scream at some point.

He suddenly pulled away from her and looked at her lying there, eyes closed, tits rising and falling in rhythm with her quick breaths. He lightly touched his cock and could almost swear he could feel his pulse through the raging flesh.
“It’s not yet time,”
he thought as he put his hands on either knee and slightly spread them before straightening them on the large bed He went back to kissing her legs and finally, what she longed for happened. He grabbed the top seam of her panties and slowly pulled them down. She felt a shiver as he let his warm finger slightly touch her wet slit.

Mitchell kept his gaze fixated on her face as he began his exploration of her hot and wet pussy. First he ran his finger up and down her slit, slowly moving along it careful not to go too fast. He wanted this feeling she had presently to last longer if not all night long. He then lowered his mouth and began to kiss her lower lips almost as if, he was kissing her face. She moaned as he expertly interchanged his lips, taking each lip in between his warm lips as if her labium was kissing her back. By this time, she was moaning loudly as she rubbed her nipples to try and keep some kind of sanity in her body because he was clearly bent on killing her tonight.

Mitchell settled between her thighs, a little bemused by the outlook of what she wanted him to do to her, what he had already began doing to her. He looked up to see her head raised, looking down on him buried inside her.

She suddenly threw her head back and began moaning loudly as he pushed his mouth and nose into her warmth, his tongue niggling out between his lips to land on her distended clit that was calling out for him. He let one hand roughly grab her ass and squeeze it as he tasted her salty juices. He inhaled her familiar whiff with a breath loud enough for her to know just how much he loved it. Her hands slowly dropped from her breasts and held on to his head, involuntarily pulling him in as she slid down on the mattress.

His tongue suddenly plunged into her depths making her squirm and moan loudly as the hot surge of ecstasy raged through her loins. “Mitch…oh shit…Mitch that is so good, right now,” she moaned as Mitchell used his tongue to furiously fuck her. The more he rammed his tongue against her, the harder he felt himself getting. By now his cock was simply pulsating, ready to go inside something, anything. With the way he was moving, it was not long before she felt herself shuddering against him, feverishly humping her sex on his face.

Mitchell retracted his tongue from her insides and began to slowly suck on her pussy, taking in all her saltiness, all her sexy nature. He wanted it all. She was still shuddering when he brought himself up to kiss her. She moaned as she tasted herself in his mouth, his magic mouth that had just sent her over the edge. He then looked down on her and pushed his pulsating cock inside her. He gasped when he felt his girth engulfed by her tight pussy, almost like a vice. He was finally inside her. He looked down on her as she wrapped her arms around his broad back and started to slowly move in and out of her, careful not to go so fast that he would finish off soon. His pace was slowly increasing as he drove himself in and out of the woman he loved, the woman he wanted to call his wife.

“I love you, Tasha,” he said as he fucked her a bit faster now.

“
I love you too baby,” she said as she received his thrusts happily. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She gasped for air the first few times he slammed into her after she did so. It was so deep this way, almost touching the very wall of her cervix. Mitchell withdrew a few inches of his girth when he felt her writhe and resumed fucking her. She grabbed onto the bedding as she felt him driving her hard, almost as hard as a fucking porn star. By this time, her soft moans were loud and erotic, making him drive himself faster into her. He felt her nibble at his ear before burying her face in his neck.

“
Baby, I’m cumming again,” she said in a whisper. “You are going to make me cum again Mitchell,” she said as Mitchell felt himself grow harder, longer inside her.

“
Cum for me baby,” he whispered as he fucked her faster and harder, feeling her hard clitoris every time he rammed into her. She moaned loudly as her thighs clamped together, her pussy squeezing his manhood with her vice-like cunt. He had held back enough. There was just no going back this time. He thrust into her one last time as he felt his seed flowing out of him, bringing with it a certain surge of hot release.

They lay in a tight embrace, shivering from the wild orgasm that had just ripped through their bodies, panting and heaving.

“You really meant it when you said you wanted to make love, huh,” she said.

“
Definitely,” he said as he felt his cock slipped out of her making their cum drip on the bedding. He then stretched out and opened the drawer on the bedside table. “Natasha Black,” he said when he pulled the velvet case that had the ring inside. “Will you marry me?” he asked as he opened the case. Natasha smiled and held out her hand.

“
When?” she said before kissing him.

“
No that’s not how it works,” he said frowning.

“
Okay, Mitchell Schmidt,” she said with a smile. “I will marry you,” she said as he slipped the ring on her finger. Natasha kissed him again before Mitchell cradled her in a spooning position. “Is that a pickle or are you seriously getting hard again?” she asked.

“
I guess things change when you know you are going to have your soul mate by your side for life,” he said as she felt him slip into her. She whimpered when she felt him pushing his length inside her depths, her still wet and slippery depth. She was still overly sensitive from her last two orgasms and Mitchell knew it. He began to quickly pummel himself inside her, her hot wetness pulling her in. She moaned as she pressed her mouth against the bed, muffling her sounds. He held on to her hip and used the grip to pound himself into her, every thrust harder and deeper than the first. With his other hand, he slowly began pressing her down, almost forcing her into a vertical doggy position. Natasha began bucking her hips against him, meeting his every thrust until she finally felt him pouring into her once again.