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“I can do that,” Sam laughs, shimmying out of his underwear and throwing them aside. He coats his fingers in lube and kisses me slowly. I feel his fingers tease me before he slips one inside of me. I let out a gasp, and he pauses. “You okay?”

“Sammy, I have much more experience here than you,” I assure. “Keep going. I will lose my mind if you don’t hurry up.”

Sam chuckles softly, but he does as I command. He pulls his fingers out of me when I tell him I’m ready. I wrap my fingers around his cock, pumping it slowly to tease him as he positions himself over me.

He grunts out as he presses the head of his cock inside of me. I cup his cheeks and slip my tongue past his lips. We explore each other’s mouths as he presses further inside of me. “Oh god, Paul.”

Our hips collide when he’s filled me, and I moan deeply. The burn and stretch is amazing, and the idea of being physically joined with Sam takes it to a whole different level. He looks me in the eyes, and I nod. He doesn’t have to ask me if I’m ready. Every inch of my body craves him. He slides back before thrusting inside of me again.

“Oh, Sam!” I cry out when he slams deep into me. He looks concerned for a moment, but I shake my head. “More of that. More.”

Now I’m the one who sounds desperate. He doesn’t need any more encouragement. He thrusts inside me again and again, finding a rhythm. With every motion, moans and gasps slip past my lips. Sam is making just as many noises.

I scrape my nails down his back, gripping him tightly and pulling him more against me. My hands trail down his back and grab his toned ass. I pull him faster and harder into me. Sam leans down, kissing my neck. He nibbles down my flesh, leaving red marks as he goes. It makes my head spin.

With every thrust, my vision blurs, and I’m overwhelmed with pleasure. He makes his way back up to my lips. I feel his hand around my cock, pumping me in tune with his thrusts. I gasp, grunting deeply. My cock throbs and my stomach tightens.

I wrap my legs around Sam’s waist and move my hands to his broad shoulders. My nails dig into his skin, and I whimper his name. He kisses me between breaths.

“Sammy, I’m going to….” I whimper, digging my nails into him deeper. “I’m going to cum. Fuck, I can’t hold it off.”

“Don’t,” He commands, moving his hand faster and faster. “I want to feel you cum on me baby.”

Hearing that is enough. It sends me over the edge, and I cry out again before my vision darkens. I feel my hot fluid spill onto my stomach. Sam buries his face in my neck, moaning huskily as his hand falls from around my cock.

He mumbles my name desperately as his orgasm hits. I feel the warmth inside of me, as he pulses, filling me up. Sam is careful to hold some of his weight off me, but I love the feeling of him lying on top of me. The only sound in the room is the sound of our heavy panting.

“Goddammit, Paul,” Sam breaks the silence. “I… I can’t even talk. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” He raises up and carefully pulls out of me, then rolls to the side, taking me with him.

“Me too,” I admit, resting my head on his chest. His fingers weakly play with my hair. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” Sam teases. He wraps both arms around me, pulling me as close to him as possible. “I’m never letting you go again.”

“Please don’t,” I whisper, closing my eyes. We’re a sticky, sweaty mess, but it feels perfect. “Did I mention I love you?”

We break out into soft laughter. I scoot up to kiss him. As tired as I am, I can’t resist his lips. I can’t resisthim. I’ve never loved anyone like this, and I never could. Sam Conroy is my home.

21

Epilogue

“Youknowyoudon’thave to bring me here oneveryanniversary, right?” Paul teases me as we trek to our spot.

“It’s romantic, babe,” I playfully glare at him. When we reach the clearing, I grin. “I think you’ll be happy I brought you here, though.”

“Well, duh.” Paul rolls his eyes. “We always make out like teenagers here. How could I not be happy?”

I remain quiet, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Taking him here on our one-year anniversary makes sense, but I have an ulterior motive. I grab his hands in mine when we step out into the clearing.

“One year, hmm?” I say, looking at him adoringly. “It’s been the best year of my life, Paul. I don’t think I ever left the honeymoon phase with you, and I don’t think I ever will. Every morning I wake up next to you feels like the first.”

“You’re so cheesy,” Paul grumbles, looking down at his feet. He’s doing it to hide his blush. He does it every time I get corny, and I love it.

“Let me be cheesy for a moment, okay?” I lean in, kissing his lips so he’ll look at me. “I love you so much. I could never love someone else the way I love you. You’re perfect for me, so I needed today to be extra special.”

Paul looks at me curiously as I release his hands. I casually shove my hand in my pocket, trying to make it look natural.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I tell you that all the time, but I need to say it again.” I feel butterflies in my stomach and nervous excitement in the rest of my body. “You are my future, Paul. You are my home, and you’re the love of my life. That being said….”

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