Her legs wrap around me to draw me in more with each movement, and I do my best to fuck her exactly how she wants. I can feel just how turned on she is with every thrust, and it only makes my desire for her grow.
“Oh my god, Travis!” Sage cries out as her body spasms and shakes on the table. I can’t take it any longer, and I completely lose control, filling her with every drop of my cum.
When both of us are finished and catching our breath, I stare at her and can’t help but think about how lucky I am to have her. The two of us meeting by happenstance. Sure, Ryan might have orchestrated some of it to get revenge on me. But Sage knocking on my door instead of his was fate intervening. She and I were supposed to find each other.
I know now that Sage is my soulmate. Not only that, but I believe the two of us were meant to be partners in crime, literally. Looking back at my life, I can’t even comprehend how I managed to get through everything without her. I know now I want her by my side for as long as I’m breathing.
“Marry me,” I say, leaning down and giving her a kiss on the lips. She backs up and looks at me with a wrinkle in her eyebrows.
She sits up straight and tries to decipher whether or not this is a genuine request. “You’re proposing? You don’t even have a ring.”
“I was going to improvise,” I say, digging around in my pocket and pulling out a spare zip tie. “It’s adjustable and, technically, a circle.”
She rolls her eyes. “Romantic. Next you’ll tell me we can use duct tape for wedding bands.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I quip. “We’ve got a whole drawer labeled ‘Rituals and Repairs.’” That makes her snort. “Plus, it’s not like anything else about us is conventional.” I laugh and raise my eyebrows at her. “Sage, will you marry me?”
She smiles and nods, pulling me close for a passionate kiss. “Yes, of course!”
I wrap my arms tight around her, my future wife. I might not have expected her to come waltzing into my life, but I’m incredibly glad that she did.
