Holy fucking shit.
“Ty! What the heck?”
His clothing is gone in record time.
“Rachel, I love you, but I have to be inside you.”
Okay, yeah, that’s hot.
All I can do is nod my agreement. Yes, let’s do that. We’ll reconvene this conversation tomorrow.
He doesn’t waste any time, pulling us both onto the bed and lifting me up so that my thighs are spread across his bare waist and we’re face-to-face.
“Fuck yes,” he says through a groan as I lower myself onto him. “I needed this. I needed you.”
“You feel so good,” I whisper and press my mouth to his, threading my fingers into his hair at the back of his neck. “Even though you’re completely insane, I love you. So much.”
“I love you too,” he whispers back, and he moves his hips in a way that makes me feel even fuller. “Fuck, Rachel, I want to do this forever with you.”
I moan. “Ditto.”
“Then let’s do that,” he says and leans back to meet my eyes. “Marry me. Be my wife. Let me be your forever.”
Time. My heart. Everything just up and stops. Wait… What?
“Did you just…?”
“Yes, I did.”
“You just proposed to me while your dick is inside me?”
“Uh-huh.” He’s grinning now, and still, he’s moving his hips and making it impossible for me not to moan. “Will you marry me, Rachel Nadine Rose?”
Even though this is the craziest flipping proposal that has probably ever occurred in humanity’s existence, I can’t find any other answer besides one.
“Yes,” I respond without a second thought. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Thank fuck.” He kisses me hard and buries himself deeper. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say through a half giggle and half whimper. Because again, he’s inside me, and it feels oh-so good. “But also, you’re fucking crazy.”
“For you? Always.” He thrusts again. “And don’t worry, I have a ring.”
“You do?”
“Oh yeah,” he says with a little smirk and grabs both of my hips to speed up our rhythm. “But you need to come first before you get it.”
Ty Winslow is certainly one crazy motherfucker.
But he’s my crazy motherfucker.
Forever and ever and ever. Till death do us part.
THE END