I shimmied out of my swim trunks just as she sank down on my dick.
“You feel so good.” She rode me at her own pace, bringing us both to rippling satisfaction.
I gripped her hand, loving my engagement ring on her finger. Tomorrow, I’d add another ring in front of my hockey family and our friends. Neither Keelie’s parents nor mine were invited, but that was okay.
We’d made our own family, one built on a foundation of love and respect.
The next day, we said our vows in the bright Hawaiian sunshine. Keelie wore a beautiful silk dress trimmed with lace and glittering beads. Coach walked her down the aisle.
And when the officiant told me I could kiss the bride, I did, with a flourish. Then, I dropped to my knees and kissed my baby.
Keelie laughed, even as tears of joy brimmed in her eyes.
That photo sat on my bedside table every day for the rest of my life.
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