Texas Big Man

Sinking down onto one knee, I pull out the ring from my pocket. It took several supply runs to the city and sneaky trips to the jewelry store before I settled on this one for her. It had to be perfect. It’s been burning a hole in my pocket for a month now, waiting until the right time to ask. Now is the right time.

“I know that I asked once, and that you already said yes. But I wanted to do it properly. I wanted you to have the moment that you always dreamed of with the ring and the surprise. And I wanted you to see that I am doing everything in my power to make this work. To create a world for us. Will you marry me, Mel?”

There are tears glistening in her eyes as Mel looks down at me, and she nods her head. Her voice shakes. “Yes, of course I will. I’ll marry you. I’ll stay. All of it.”

I slip the ring onto her finger, and it fits gorgeously, sparkling in the morning sun. Standing, I kiss her deeply, relishing the way she still melts against me whenever I do this. I never get tired of her. If I could have nothing to do with my life but worship Melena’s body, I would make it my full-time job.

“I have something to show you,” she says, pulling her notebook out of Bean’s saddlebag where she stashed it. Flipping through the pages, they’re entirely full. Every single one of them. “I finished it,” she says. “First book. It’s not very good, but I think it’s done. It’s like the words don’t ever want to stop. And it’s because of you, Harlan. You gave me the confidence and never stopped encouraging me. You helped me do this, and I couldn’t be more grateful to you.”

“Mel, that’s amazing.” It really is. I know she’s spent hours in her writing room, but I’d never asked about it. I didn’t want to pressure her to share her writing before it was ready, just like I didn’t pressure her about what drove her to move to Texas. She told me about that too, and I’ve spent every minute of our time together helping undo the damage that her boss did. Showing her that she’s worthy of love and life and so much more. “I can’t believe you finished it.”

“I have plenty more ideas,” she says.

“I’m sure you do. So do I. I’m having one right now.” I take her hand with the brand-new diamond ring and tug her into the open frame of the building. “And it involves christening the building site of our new home.”

Melena rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling, and she doesn’t say no. Then she grins. “You know, I had an idea this morning too, and it involved waking you up with your cock in my mouth. But by the time the sun woke me, your ass was out of bed. Now I see why.”

She’s looking at what will be our living room, and spread out on the floor is a lush comforter and pillows, and a champagne bucket with a bottle on ice and two flutes.

“Well you didn’t think I’d propose to my future wife and just fuck her down and dirty on the ground, did you?”

“Still,” she pouts. “I like it when I get to wake you up like that.”

Over the past few months, Melena and I have enjoyed exploring all her firsts. And to my surprise, my fiancée likes blow jobs. Loves them, actually. More than one morning I’ve woken up with her lips wrapped around my cock. I am never going to complain about that kind of alarm clock.

Melena sinks to her knees on the blanket, undoing my belt with an ease that wasn’t there at the beginning of the summer. Of course I’m already hard for her. I’m hard whenever I get within three feet of this woman. And fuck if I hope that it doesn’t ever stop.

Her eyes have a sparkle in them that matches her new diamond, and it sparkles as she strokes me up and down slowly. “I suppose I’ll just have to stay in bed from now on,” I said.

With one stroke of her tongue under the head of my cock, I’m undone. “Yes you will,” she says.

Touching her lips to my tip, she eases her mouth over me. She likes taking her time, knowing that it drives me absolutely crazy when she does it. But I know how to drive her crazy too, licking her clit in a pattern of circles that I found drives her higher but doesn’t make her come. I can leave her a soaking, desperate mess until I fuck her screaming.

Our first time together was good, but it’s gotten better and better.

Now she slides down my cock, encasing me in the wet heat of her mouth. Fuck, she’s good at this. I’ll never get tired of seeing her lips stretched around me. It’s so fucking hot. As is the way that she’s learned to take me deeper and deeper. She sinks down now, nearly to the base, and I hiss out a breath. I’m hitting the back of her throat, the suction a dangerous and thrilling thing that’s spiking my pleasure.