“Mmmm,” I moan. I love how good he always makes me feel.
Soon he’s kissing my lips and then my neck and he’s sliding his fingers inside me. I hump his hand, drenching it with my juices, because I’m so wet and ready for him. We don’t get to make love as often as we used to, now that we have a baby to tend to. But every time we do, it’s still amazing.
He slides his cock in me and I grip the walls of my pussy around it. I love when he fills me all the way up with his big, wide dick. I grab ahold of the brown curls on his head and say, “Mmm, yeah, like that.”
“Like this?” he asks, thrusting in and out of me.
“Yeah,” I tell him, feeling myself close to the edge again. “Like that.”
I feel another orgasm coming on and he must sense it, too, because he says, “Yeah, that’s right, cum on my cock. Cum for me on my cock.”
And I do, cumming all over it while I slide around on it. I hold onto his broad chest for support and he keeps kissing my neck. I realize he’s about to cum, too, because his throbbing cock starts pulsing inside me.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming in your pussy,” he says, releasing himself into me.
It feels so good that all I can do is roll over and stare at the ceiling for a moment. Then I smile and say, “That was great.”
“I’m glad you still like it,” he says. “Because there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”
Before I know it, he’s kneeling by the side of the bed, holding up a ring he pulled out from the bedside stand.
How did I not know it was in there? I clean the house! But I do tend to avoid the stand on his side of the bed because that’s where he keeps his books that Dr. Mack gave him, and the journaling he does for the sessions. I don’t want to intrude his private space, even though he does open up and talk to me. He lets me in like I used to want him to do so badly.
“Will you marry me?” he asks, all smiles.
“Yes!” I say, wanting to jump up and down, but since I’m now sitting up on the bed, I just bounce.
“Yes!” he says back, getting up on the bed with me and bouncing, too.
It’s such a spontaneous move, so full of life and energy, so different from the depressed man I had fallen in love with – an even better version of him – that I feel buoyant, like a little kid. We bounce on the bed together, holding hands, and he says, “I can’t wait to marry the mother of my child. Kate is going to be so cute as our flower girl!”
“She’s not even old enough to walk down the aisle,” I laugh.
I want to get married right away. I thought he’d never ask! I didn’t really mind, because I know he loves me and is committed to me. But now that he has asked, my girly girl side is coming out and I want an ivory lace dress, pink and light green color scheme, lots of gorgeous flowers, the works.
“Well, we’ll have someone pull her in a wagon, and that’ll be even cuter,” he says.
I agree. The best part will be having her there to celebrate with us. Because she makes our lives even better than they already are.
“I love you,” he says, pulling me close to him and kissing me.
“I love you too,” I tell him. “This’ll be our best year yet.”
“You said that last year,” he laughs.
“Yeah, and I was right. And this one will be even better.”
“Touché,” he says, and we smile at each other, happy to be engaged and to be starting a new year and a new life as fiancés.
I have everything I could ever want, and I’m so glad I didn’t give up on him that day he caused that ruckus at Big Apple Physical Therapy. I know some people would think I’m crazy for being into the guy who was such a hot head client, but I knew I made the right choice in picking him. It may have been because he had an amazing body, but I knew that he had a pretty amazing heart, too, and now I get to see it on full display, every day of our lives.
The end