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Her whole body begins to shake, her pussy clenching around me as she starts to come. I can't fight any longer. The sensation is too much. I've never felt anything like this, so much sensation, pleasure, and beauty all at once. I reach my own climax inside of her, filling her until I can feel the heat of it spilling out around me.

I gasp against her skin, my whole body feeling light. “Winnie,” I say, my voice hoarse.

“Mmm,” she murmurs, her whole body relaxing beneath me as she comes down from her orgasmic high.

Our breaths synchronize in the comforting quiet of the room. I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. Winnie lies beside me, her face buried in the pillow, strands of her hair cascading over her shoulder. The sweet fatigue of intimacy makes every movement feel like floating.

Suddenly, a soft whimper catches my ear, and I tilt my head to find Chance seated at the bedside, watching us with what almost seems like amusement in his eyes.

“Oh, hey there, buddy!” I chuckle, motioning to the end of the bed. "Look who decided to join the after-party."

Winnie lifts her head, her eyes landing on Chance, and she laughs softly. "Talk about awkward timing, huh?"

"Seems our new family member wants to ensure he’s involved in every aspect of our lives," I joke.

Winnie reaches out a hand, beckoning Chance to join us. “C’mere, you sneaky little voyeur.”

The dog needs no further invitation, hopping onto the bed and nestling himself between us. His tail wags gently as Winnie and I each scratch an ear, his contented sigh echoing our own.

For a while, it's just the three of us lying there, the outside world forgotten. It feels like we've created our own universe in this bedroom, where worries can’t reach us.

After a peaceful silence, Winnie's voice, soft and contemplative, breaks through. “You know, I never thought I’d find someone who could surprise me yet feel so... right.”

I turn to face her, pulling her closer, Chance shifting to accommodate us. "I didn't see this coming either, but I'm incredibly grateful it did."

She smiles, nuzzling into my chest. "So, what's the plan for us now?"

A chuckle escapes my lips. "Well, I'm thinking lots of walks with Chance, learning how to split doggie duties, and maybe exploring where this journey takes us together. Plus, considering the pace we’re moving at, who knows? We might end up with a few more additions to our family.”

Her laughter is music to my ears. "Easy there, tiger. One step at a time."

"Fair enough," I concede with a grin.

As the three of us continue to cuddle, lost in thoughts of the future, I realize this unexpected turn of events might just be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Together, with Chance as our unexpected catalyst, Winnie and I are beginning a new chapter—one full of potential, surprises, and a love that promises to grow.

Epilogue

Winnie

The chilled breeze brushes against my face as I cradle my morning coffee on the beach, letting the warmth seep into my fingers. The gentle waves roll in, providing a serene soundtrack to my thoughts. Over the past year, Marcelo and I have deepened our bond, navigating the highs and lows of life together, with Chance always by our side, injecting his playful antics into our shared memories.

Chance's barking snaps me back to the present. I turn to see him trotting over with something gleaming in his mouth.

"Whatcha got there, buddy?" I ask, setting my cup down.

As he comes closer, I recognize a small box held delicately between his teeth. It's wrapped in a simple, neat ribbon. Curious, I kneel down, retrieving the box from him.

"Turning into a delivery dog now?" I tease, scratching behind his ears.

Before I can unwrap the surprise, I hear Marcelo's footsteps approaching from behind. His familiar silhouette contrasts starkly against the rising sun's backdrop.

"I think he wanted to be the first to surprise you today," he comments, a hint of mischief in his tone.

Gently untying the ribbon, I open the box. Inside is a breathtaking ring, its design evoking the essence of a raindrop—a constant theme in our journey together. My pulse quickens, not from my morning caffeine but from the anticipation of what's to come.

Marcelo steps closer, his usually confident demeanor giving way to a softer, more vulnerable side. "Winnie," he says, his voice thick with emotion, "from the moment we faced that hurricane together, every twist and turn since, I've come to one conclusion—I don't want to weather any storm without you."

Dropping to one knee on the sand, he reaches out, taking my hand. "Will you marry me?" he asks, his deep brown eyes locking onto mine, searching for an answer.

A smile breaks across my face as the gravity and joy of the moment merge. "Yes," I whisper back, embracing him tightly as Chance excitedly circles us, echoing our jubilation.

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