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She pulled her legs up, placing her feet next to my hips, taking control of our movement. Caressing her back, Cindy started moving up and down in quick, sharp shifts, coming down hard, slamming into me. With each deep penetration, she moaned. Her breathing was hard and quick as she moved.

Feeling her slowing down as her body started to shake, I took over. Gripping her hips, I aided in her movements until she arched back, screaming with pure delight. Release came quickly after that, and she flopped onto my chest, breathing rapidly.

Holding her in my arms, I felt whole; she had completed me. I knew then for sure, she was the one. Once we finished bathing, we headed to the kitchen, grabbed a coffee, and sat on the veranda.

“I think it’s time,” I said, taking her hand.

“Time for what?” she asked in a light tone.

Turning to her, I grinned as I spoke. “A place of our own, a couple of kids maybe?”

Cindy giggled, that sweet, innocent sound I have come to love. Squeezing my hand as she spoke. “Are you proposing?”

Feeling my cheeks heating up, I considered what I had just said. I hadn’t thought of it in that way. But I could see how she got to that conclusion. Placing my cup on the table, I went onto my knees before her, bringing up a small jewelry box. Staring into her eyes, I continued. “If that is what you want? I can’t imagine a life without you in it.”

Cindy leaned forward, taking my face in her hands. Her touch was soft, loving, and warm as she spoke. “I want it all, baby.”

I opened the box and took out the ring. Placing it on her finger, she beamed. Raising to my feet, I pulled her with me and kissed her passionately.

Cindy beamed as we headed to bed. Early the next morning, we shared the news with the others. Mila was excited to assist with planning the wedding and I was relieved that they all accepted her like family.

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