“You were going to ask me to marry you?”Her voice cracks.
“That was our plan, baby.It’s what we talked about.I changed it up because I wanted to leave you something, no matter how small, if something were to happen to me.I derailed our plans, but here… we made our way back to one another, and I don’t want to waste another day.”
“I don’t want to waste another moment,” she says, shaking her head as a single tear races down her cheek.I catch it with my thumb.“I don’t want another ring.I want that one.”
“You deserve better.I can afford better now,” I tell her.I lived modestly over the last seventeen years, and saved or invested most of what I earned.I can afford something so much better than what I bought for her the first time.
There were so many times over the years that I thought about selling the ring, giving it away, or just tossing it into the ocean, but I could never bring myself to do it.I bought it for her, and even though I was certain I’d never have the chance to give it to her, I kept it anyway.
Her lips press against mine, firm yet soft.“Yes.”
My heart lurches in my chest.“Yes?”
“Yes, I’ll marry you.Yes, I want this moment, our moment, and yes, I want my ring.”
“Anything you want,” I assure her.
She presents me with a devilish smile as she rocks her hips.“I want to make love to my fiancé.”
“Fuck,” I hiss.The movement alone would elicit that reaction from me, but hearing her call me her fiancé, it might have unlocked a kink that I never knew existed.“So good,” I tell her, my hands moving to her hips, gripping tightly as I hold on for the ride.
“Cope,” she moans, arching her back, which pushes her tits in my face.
Not a man to miss an opportunity, I latch on to one pebbled peak, nipping and sucking before moving to the next.Slipping my hand between us, I find her clit and gently rub circles because the woman I love, the one I’ve craved all these years, just agreed to be my wife.
Her warm, wet pussy strangles my cock.
I’m not going to last.
“You feel so good riding my cock,” I say, trailing my lips down her neck.“Are you going to come for me, wife?”I ask, and her pussy pulsates, clamping down on my cock with an iron grip.
“Fiancée,” she corrects, lifting onto her knees and slamming back down.
“We’ll change that soon enough,” I tell her.“But first, you need to come on my cock.”In one swift move, I flip her over.Her legs lock around my waist as I piston my hips into hers.“Fucking fabulous,” I pant.I lean over and capture her lips with mine, never breaking my rhythm.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads.“Please don’t stop.”
“I love you,” I answer because I can’t say it enough.“Come for me, Ells.”I rock into her again, and she arches her back; her body quivers as she does exactly as I asked of her.I wait until her body falls back to the bed to pick up my pace and chase my release.
That’s when it hits me.
“Fuck,” I curse out a breath, stilling.
“What?What’s wrong?”
“No condom,” I mutter.I’m barely holding on by a thread.“Tell me what to do, Ells,” I ask, with a desperate plea.Rain thrashes against the windows, and I feel as though it’s the same tempo as the thunderous beat of my heart.I’m losing control.
“You really want to marry me?”she asks.
“What the fuck kind of question is that?”I ask, still thrusting in and out of her.This is ridiculous, but I love every minute of it.
“A valid one, seeing how you asked me,” she fires back, her nails digging deeper into my skin.
She has a point.“More than anything.You will be my wife, Ellison James,” I say, leaning down to kiss her lips.My cock throbs, begging for release.
She chuckles.“Ellison Moran for now,” she sasses.
I start to pull out because I’m about to lose all control, but she locks her legs around me again.“Finish inside me.”
