“Will you talk to me?” Howie pleaded, keeping his voice low and even.
“NO!” Jess said hitting the button again.
Howie bit the inside of his cheek nervously. He had been such an ass and now he was one step away from losing the love of his life. The elevator arrived, Jess waited until the people got off before running inside and hitting the ‘close door’ button.
Howie managed to slip inside before she was successful. “Jess, talk to me please.” Howie tried again.
Jess took a deep breath and glared at her lover. “What is the point? You have already said we are never getting married. So tell me Howard, what is there to talk about?” She spat, trying not to show any emotion.
Howie considered what he was going to say before answering. “I never said I wouldn’t marry you.” He said, realizing for the first time that he did want to spend the rest of his life with her. Jess frowned and turned away, unable to look him in the eye. On impulse, Howie reached for the stop button.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jess screamed, reaching to hit the button again. Howie grabbed her arm and backed her into a corner.
“Let me go!” Jess demanded through clenched teeth.
“I will…after you listen to me.” Howie said trying to hold her still.
“Say it and let me go!” She agreed giving him an evil look.
Howie closed his eyes and said, “I love you, marry me.”
Jess’s anger caused her to slap him in the face. Howie’s reaction was unusual. Instead of being angry or upset, he crushed his lips to hers. She tried to fight him off, but Howie was relentless. She soon gave way and allowed his tongue entrance.
“Believe me.” He whispered into her ear, then letting his tongue travel down the side of her neck. Jess cocked her head to the side to allow better access.
“Did you mean that?” Jess gasped as Howie lifted one of her breasts out of her shirt and flicked his tongue across her hardened nipple.
“I mean it,” Howie said momentarily lifting her other breast out of her shirt. Jess entangled her hands in his silky hair as he suckled one of her nipples into his mouth.
Jess arched her back against him trying to get ultimate pleasure. Howie reached down and hooked his fingers into the strap of her panties, pushing them down around her ankles. Jess could feel the wetness between her legs. Her head began to spin with want and need. Howie released her breast from his mouth and unbuckled his pants. The second his pants hit the floor he lifted Jess. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her dripping hold resting on the tip of his cock. Howie paused, allowing his manhood to tease her dripping cunt.
“I mean it Jess, marry me.” He said inching his cock inside her oh so slowly. Jess was in pure ecstasy. She was aware of things, she was having sex, she was having sex in an elevator and Howie wanted to marry her. After 6 years of dating, her dream was finally becoming a reality.
“I will baby…I will be your wife.” Jess cried as he engulfed himself inside of her. She felt herself stretching to accommodate her future husband. She had always loved and enjoyed the feeling of him inside her and being in an elevator made it no different. Howie thrust in and out of her, sucking on the sensitive skin of her neck as he moved inside of her. He began to pick up his pace. Jess began to rock with him, feeling herself inch closer and closer to the edge. Their loving had reached a frenzied pitch. Their bodies moved as one. Howie reached down between them and pinched Jess’ clit. That was all it took to send her flying over the edge, screaming Howie’s name as she came.
After cleaning up and dressing as best they could, Howie released the emergency brake and the elevator jolted to a start.
Neither of them spoke on the way to the 35th floor. Jess was already making wedding plans. Howie felt like his ‘missing’ link had been found. One thing was for sure, their previously bad moods had definitely been elevated
