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“Greg, you are the kindest, bravest, most wonderful man I’ve ever known. You stole my heart when we were just eighteen, and twenty years later, it still belongs to you. We missed out on so many years, but I’m sure of what I want and what I want is to spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t want to waste one more second of time when I could spend it loving you. Will you marry me?”

I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “There is absolutely nothing in the world I want more. Yes, I will marry you.”

The words had no sooner left my mouth when Topher’s lips slammed against mine. We were both laughing, giddy with happiness as he slid the ring on my finger. We kissed, but soon that kiss turned into something softer, sweeter, more sensual. He finished undressing the two of us and then helped me to stretch out in the middle of the bed.

“Remember, you just stay still and let me do all the work,” he warned. I nodded quickly.

My breath caught as he bent down and laid a gentle kiss along the scar on my leg and then looked at me with eyes that were brimming with love. He was very careful, working painstakingly slow at preparing my body to take him. The love and care he showed only managed to ratchet up my desire until I was dizzy with need and begging for more. “Please, Topher. I need you, now.”

He lifted my legs up over his shoulders and placed a pillow under my hips. “Are you good?” he asked in a wavering voice.

“Yes.”

“You have to promise you’ll tell me if I hurt you in any way.”

“I will. You won’t. Come on, Topher, please,” I whined.

His brows furrowed in concentration as he slid a condom on, slicked his cock and lined up with my hole before he cautiously began to slide inside. We stared into each other’s eyes until he was in all the way and then we both let out a sigh. He rocked slowly at first, careful not to jar my shoulder with any sudden movements, but soon, we developed a steady pace between us. There had never been another man who had loved me as well or as thoroughly as Topher did and, with every thrust of his hips, I fell further in love with him.

“I need to come,” I told him, frustrated with my limited mobility.

I didn’t need to worry about that either because Topher took care of that too. Wrapping his fist around my cock, he began to jerk it in a smooth steady rhythm that matched the movement of his hips. The feeling of his hand gliding up and down my shaft, along with the fullness of his cock in my ass and the way the head would glide over my prostate with every deep thrust, soon had me toppling over the edge. I threw my head back on the pillow, shouting loudly as come burst out of me in creamy white ribbons that landed on my chest and my neck.

Topher was right behind me and I relished the feeling of his warm come spilling inside me through the thin latex. Now that we were engaged, perhaps it was time to consider doing away with the condoms altogether. I shivered as I pictured Topher taking me bare. He landed beside me on the bed and we smiled at each other. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

I used my finger to scoop some of the come off my chin and held it out to him. He leaned up on one elbow and sucked my finger into his mouth, humming as the taste of me hit his tongue. I groaned. “I’m better than okay. In fact, I feel perfect,” I told him.

Topher reached down and fondled my balls gently. “Mmmm. Yes, you do feel perfect,” he purred.

I laughed at his joke and the blissed-out expression on his face. “I love you,” I whispered.

He bent down and gave me a long, lingering kiss. “I love you too. Forever.”

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