And just like that, my orgasm claimed me. I lost coordination at that point, but thankfully Tristan took over, lifting me up and pulling me back down so hard and fast my pleasure and pain mixed as one, and my orgasm became even greater, more powerful.
“Fuck,” he roared out and pumped up into me once, twice, and on the third time he slammed me back down on his dick. I felt when his cock kicked inside of me, and he came, filling me with the thick jets of his seed. “Look at me,” he demanded, and I looked into his eyes. “I love you. Fuck, I love you.”
I moaned, “I love you, Tristan.”
He kept orgasming, his gaze locked on mine, his desire clear on his face and aimed right at me. Only for me.
There was so much of his cum that I felt it seep out from the sides of where we were connected, coating my inner thighs, making that mess Tristan said turned him on. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot… so mine.”
I collapsed against his chest, and he wrapped his arms fully around me, just holding me, his whispered words against my ear sweet and soft, so comforting and caring even if they were breathless and I couldn't make them out clearly.
“I love you,” he said again and pulled back to kiss my temple. “I’ll love you until I can’t love anymore, until I can’t draw breath into my lungs.” He pulled back, and we breathed in each other's air. “I love you more than I’ve ever imagined I could love anything on this fucking planet.”
I cupped his scruff-covered jaw and just stared at him, feeling his cock start to soften inside of me, his cum still leaking from where we were joined. “I love you so much it hurts. So I hope you're good with being with me, because we are stuck together forever.”
His grin was instant and huge, and he pulled me closer so I was chest to chest with him and our hearts beat as one.
“That's good, 'cause I thought about shackling you to me so you couldn’t ever get away.” I laughed softly and closed my eyes, knowing that nothing in this world that was worth it would be easy.
Because if it was then how could you appreciate it? How could you know what true—real—love really was?
EPILOGUE
Dolly
Five years later
I’d honestly never seen this day coming. Not as a reality in my life, although I’d dreamed about it for as long as I could remember.
I brought the massive pair of scissors down and cut through the red ribbon that was strung up in front of the doors of the newest business in Cherry Falls. The crowd gathered around immediately cheered and clapped their approval as the ribbon fluttered to the ground.
I looked over my shoulder at the massive sign that hung over the front door of my dream.
Bella Ballet Studio
A smile spread across my face, and I didn’t care how goofy it might look.
After handing off the scissors, Tristan immediately pulled me against the side of his body and leaned down and kissed the top of my head.
“I’m so proud of you, baby.” His voice was deep and gruff and filled with so much love that I instantly sank fully against his side, letting his strength hold me up right now. “You made your dream a reality. You did it.”
I smiled and tipped my head back. “We did it.” And that was true. I had the confidence to go after what I wanted, but it had been Tristan’s support, his encouragement for me to go back for further education, and his financial help in allowing me to focus on my schooling that helped make all this real.
And then there was my father, and I felt my heart soften further. He’d also played a big part in this dream. He’d always given me the strength to go after what I wanted even if it terrified me.
I spotted my father right at the front of the crowd, his smile big and wide and coming through his salt and pepper trimmed beard. I mouthed, Thank you, and his grin widened.
My attention was drawn back to Tristan when he placed his big palm over my swollen belly. I looked at him again, unable to stop my smile from widening when he started rubbing his hand over my six-month pregnant stomach. A lot of things had changed in the past five years, and they had all been incredible.
Not only had Tristan and I gotten married a year after we’d made things official in our relationship, but I’d gone back to college to learn more about how to run a business and secured an associate’s degree.
We were expecting our first baby, a little girl, who we would name Eloise… after my mother, and I was able to open my dance studio. All of this had happened in a five-year span, but I’d never been happier or more grateful for the road my life had taken me.