Page 221 of True Blue

“I’ll make it worth it, Teddy bear,” she purrs, leaning forward for me, and I raise my head, meeting her eyes. She nods once, and I rumble a growl as I latch onto her right nipple, pulling it into my mouth and sucking the way she likes. She moans as I swirl my tongue around it, before leaning toward the other side so I can give that one equal attention. “I’m close. Do you want to come?”

“Please,” I whine, my tongue licking at her left nipple. “Please.”

“Sweet bear,” she moans, holding my head to her tits as she grinds down into me. I groan, nibbling lightly on the hard, pink flesh as she rocks her hips front and back on my cock. “Break out of the handcuffs and come, Teddy.”

With one pull, my wrists are free, and I grasp on tightly to Indie’s hips as she bounces, my fingers digging into the supple flesh. She’s been edging me for a good half hour, so it doesn’t take much, and I feel her grinding her clit against my pubic bone, almost there.

“I love you so much, baby—my honey—god, your pussy feels so fucking good—fuck—I’m coming, baby⁠—”

Indie tosses her head back as she comes, her pussy contracting around my dick and sending me hurtling into my orgasm. My eyes go blind for a moment at the sheer power behind it, my bellow echoing off our walls as Indie rides out the aftershocks of her own climax.

And then I open my mouth.

“Please, marry me, please, please—Indie,” I moan.

Indie is completely still on top of me.

And that’s when I realize what I just blurted out. The euphoria from the orgasm doesn’t subside, but it softens everything, and I realize I don’t feel embarrassed or ashamed at what I’ve just said, and when I said it. Because it’s just the truth.

“What…” Indie says, her chest heaving with her breath. “What did you just say?”

“Marry me, Indie,” I say with no hesitation. “I want to be your husband. I want you to be my wife.”

“You’re serious,” she says.

I snort. “Yes, baby. I’ve wanted to marry you since the day I met you. But I think now… I’m the man you need.”

“Teddy…”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” I say, my fingers flexing on her hips. “I had a whole thing planned for next month. I was going to take you down to the beach⁠—”

“Teddy—”

“I had a photographer booked, they were going to hide and take photos of me on one knee⁠—”

“Teddy—”

“And I was going to have candles and a nice set⁠—”

I can’t speak anymore because Indie’s lips are on mine, kissing me deeply.

“Yes,” she gasps out. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

She laughs. “Yes, Teddy.”

“You’ll marry me.”

“Si.”

“You’ll be my wife.”

“Ja,” she giggles.