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“I’ve always wanted a big family,” she says, smiling at me.

“Let’s get started on that tonight,” I reply, moving so I’m at the apex of her thighs. I hear her breath catch when I lean in and run my tongue through her folds to her distended clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she murmurs as I continue my gentle assault on her sopping wet pussy.

“But wait, there’s more,” I tease as I slide two fingers into her tight as fuck sheath. Her gasps and moans are my compass, directing me to where it feels best for her. I curve my index finger until I locate her G-spot then grin against her folds when she screams. “Gonna come for me, Zoey?”

She manages to stammer out, “If you keep that up, yes. Holy hell, that feels so good.” When she detonates, I climb up her body and notch the head of my dick with her entrance. With our gaze glued to each other, I slide home and my eyes close at how tight she is around me.

“Shit,” I hiss, dropping my head to her shoulder and counting to ten so I don’t blow my load. “So goddamn tight.” She mewls when my hips start gyrating into her. I pull all the way out to the tip then slam home. Raising up, I grab her knees then lay them in the bend of my arms. I begin to relentlessly pound into her, and as I do her body responds.

Since her legs are somewhat trapped, she’s reaching out with her hands, grabbing my wrists and holding on as her hips thrust upward to meet my own movements. I can feel her pussy fluttering and know she’s about to come again, so I add a slight swivel where my pelvic bone grinds against her clit until I see her throw her head back as she screams out my name, her short nails embedding themselves into my wrists.

Those are wounds I’ll wear with pride, knowing I satisfied my woman. With her pussy practically squeezing my dick in half, it’s not long before I join her, my cum shooting deeply into her sheathe. As sweat drips down my forehead onto her face, I roll us and manage to keep us connected, so I can hold her closely.

“Love you, Zoey,” I murmur as I lean up to kiss her.

“Love you, too, Harrison,” she replies, her voice raspy from screaming my name. Her eyes are heavy lidded and the sated look she gives me has me smirking in satisfaction.

“Best night of my life,” she tells me as she cuddles in closely, tucking her head on my pecs.

“Better get a little bit of sleep because I’m not done with you,” I reply.

We finally manage to eat dinner somewhere between rounds two and three. It still tasted pretty good even though we had to reheat it in the microwave. Now, I’m teasing my old lady with the leftover icing from the cake she made.

“Harrison!” she hisses out as I place some on the tips of each of her nipples. “You’re gonna make a mess.”

“Nuh-uh,” I reply, leaning in to suck off the chocolate from each breast. “Yum, gotta say I’m loving my dessert.”

She rolls her eyes at me, causing me to chuckle. “There’s actuallycakewith icing on it to eat. That was what was left over and I thought about making some cupcakes for Elodie and Icer for when they watchFrozen 2.”

“You can make more icing, they’ll never know,” I decree. At my proclamation she ends up giggling. We make love once more before falling into an exhaustive sleep. When I wake, I remember the ring that had been burning a hole in my pocket the entire ride over to her place. Once I place it on her finger,my things will be boxed up and moved in. When I’m in, I’m all in. For a man that vowed he’d never take an old lady, it’s both a shock and surprise to my system that I’ve jumped into the deep end as fast as I have. I mean, that was the plan back in the day, but when she vanished without a trace, I put those wishes and plans to the wayside. So when she came back into my life and I realized the feelings were still there, I knew I would be making this choice and decision.

Dragging her with me as I lean over to the side of the bed, the tips of my fingers meet the loops of my jeans and I lug them closer. Once the box is cupped in my palm, I flip the lid and smile at the choice of ring I chose. It’s not too blingy and chunky, since my woman isn’t into big jewelry, and the diamond is rose gold, her favorite color.

I had an inscription put inside… ‘forever meant to be, forever loved’. A saying she and I used to say to each other when we’d part when we were teens.

I’d say the ‘meant to be part’, and she’d end it by telling me I was ‘forever loved’. I thought it was fitting considering that vow still means the same to us both. We may have been forced to live apart for six long goddamn years, but she’s back now and it feels as if nothing has changed between us. We picked up where we left off when we crossed paths at the mall and everything moved like a freight train from there.

With her left hand resting over where my heart beats, I slide the band over her ring finger and kiss it. “Forever meant to be,” I whisper.

“Forever loved,” she responds, her eyes fluttering open. When she lifts her hand she gasps as tears roll down her cheeks. “Yes.”

“I didn’t ask, but I’m glad to know we’re on the same page,” I tell her.

“You weren’t going to ask, Harrison?”

“No, baby. When you gave me your body, you said yes. I just made it official when I slid this on your finger.”

“Such a man,” she teases.

“Your man,” I growl.

“Always,” she returns.

“Love you, Zoey. I’ve already made you my old lady, which will be made official at the barbecue we rescheduled, and now, I get to make you my wife.”

“I’m honored to carry the title of both,” she replies.

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