Page 120 of Sterling Fight

“God, I love you,” I say, lowering for a kiss while rocking my hips and touching her. Then Genie’s legs wrap over my hips and clutch at me like I’m not close enough.

“I love you, too.”

Within seconds, we’re frantic movements and desperate grunts. Genie clings to me as I fill her until she moans my name. Home and comfort wrap around me as I feel her clench and fall apart. Still holding onto me like she’ll never let me go while slipping into the bliss of us being together.

“That’s my girl. Glow for me.”

Her fingers are in my hair, tugging at my head and I kiss her hard and fast before my own orgasm knocks, tightening my lower back and bringing up my balls. My dick is the stiffest I’ve ever been and then I’m pulsing inside her, making her truly mine

Couple goals. Make love to my girl.

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[Genie]

Judd and I have definitely entered a honeymoon phase, where between his working from home and mine, we hardly get anything done. We have sex on the dining room table and against his shower wall. We do it on a highbacked stool which took some skill, and even on the back deck. Every day is a new position, a new location, and I cannot get enough of him.

I don’t know why I ever doubted this type of feeling. It wasn’t that I was opposed to love, I just didn’t see myself getting married, that final act of commitment. Now, I can’t imagine not being with Judd forever.

I find him in the kitchen as I often do after waking. He hardly breaks his routine of a morning workout and a swim in the lake, but he lingers a little longer in bed these past couple days as we use each other’s body as a private exercise program.

“Good morning,” I murmur, slipping up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist, pressing my head against his strong back.

“Mornin’, firefly.” He quickly turns and cups my chin to kiss me, slow and deep.

When we eventually pull apart, he scoops my hair over my ear and says, “I have something for you.”

“For me?” I press my fingers to my chest, feeling my face heat for some reason. Judd has already given me so many things.

A thoughtful day only last week. The sentimental ring on my finger. And so many honest moments.

Stepping around me, he opens a kitchen drawer and pulls out a square, white ring box.

My heart hammers. My thoughts leap. Is this another proposal? An actual one? As Judd clarified, he never officially asked me anything before we agreed to date for ten days. It’s been three weeks. So little time. So much has happened.

I swallow hard, staring at the hinged box he holds out to me. “Do you have something to say?” Shouldn’t he be asking me a question? Is it cliché to ask in the middle of a kitchen on a random Thursday?

Only no day is truly random, and I’m certain today is a specialty date of some sort, but my mind is short circuiting, and I can’t think of a single special occasion for this day.

“Open it.” Judd’s voice is calm, not a whisper of apprehension. His quiet command is still not quite what I thought he’d say.

With shaky fingers, I lift the lid, holding my breath as it slowly reveals the contents. As I’m already wearing the precious ring from his mother on my finger, I’ve never imagined any other ring. In my head, I’m already processing the inside of this box might be an actual wedding band. One pretty and petite that would easily sidle up against the thin gold ring holding an amethyst.

Instead, I blink at the item inside. Then lift my head and question Judd. “It’s a penny.”

What’s with the sinking sensation in my belly? My lips quiver as I force a smile.

“It’s National Lucky Penny Day,” Judd proudly announces. “So, I’m giving you a lucky penny.”

I don’t respond. I don’t know what to say. I don’t recognize this wrongful sense of disappointment.

Judd isn’t asking me to marry him. He is making another sweet gesture to mark another specialty date on the calendar.

But my throat is thick, so I swallow hard again. “Is this penny lucky?” Did he find it on some random pavement somewhere? The shine of the copper is too polished to be a worn penny from a sidewalk.

“I might have cheated on this one. I went to the bank. I wanted a penny as shiny and bright as you are to me. It’s not a polished genie lamp, or an old gravy bowl, but⁠—”

“I love it.” I snap the lid shut and tip up on my toes to offer him a quick kiss of gratitude. I do love it. The gift is thoughtful and he’s romantic, comparing a lucky penny to a genie lamp. You make wishes on pennies and toss them into ponds.