In worse news, my mom got diagnosed with early stage Parkinson's in April, so I'm cutting back on my shifts at the store to spend more time with her and Dad. I was devastated the day they broke the news to me, but having someone to come home to, someone to talk to about it, and process it all with, was an immense help. A silver lining I hadn't been expecting because I'd been so closed off to the possibility of a relationship for so many years.
Whatever happens in our lives, good or bad, I know that Darby has my back, just like I've got his. He loves me for who I am, not for who I was or what I look like. That kind of unconditionality is exceptionally rare and one of the many precious things I cherish most about him and what we have. I want to spend the rest of my life nourishing and protecting that.
He pulls back a fraction, a seductive smirk lifting one half of his mouth.
I know that look.
Ilovethat look.
And so does my cock, because it means that in as much time as it takes for us to bolt inside and into the bedroom, I'm going to be balls deep inside my soulmate.
Darby
"Oh, fuck, Kip," I groan as he thrusts his cock all the way into me before teasingly drawing it out until my hole gapes and then slamming it all the way in again.
His hands are clamped onto my waist, and he's fucking me from behind, doggy style, on the bed. There's a huge mirror that takes up the entire wall in front of us, so I can see the way his expression contorts, the sweat dripping down the sides of his face, the muscles in his chest contracting and flexing as he takes me to my favorite place in the world—pound town.
I love the way Kip fucks me. He's strong and dominant without being aggressive. Possessive without feeling controlling.
And does he have stamina or what?
He's hung like a beast as well, and I love nothing more than submitting to him and trusting that he'll take care of my body and needs as much as his own. He hasn't let me down once in six months.
He's right about what he said at dinner, technically pre-dinner since we never actually got around to eating. That tends to happen often with us.
A lothashappened these past six months.
Who would've thought a store credit to a fancy store, an electric fitting room door malfunctioning, and a bright orange dildo would be all the ingredients I needed to find my forever guy?
My fiancé to be exact.
And I wouldn't have a fiancé if I didn't have the best best friend in the world. One with zero filter who had no problem gifting me a dildo.
He gifted me a whole lot more than that.
Meeting Kip on Christmas Eve was a major turning point in my life. If last year was the year from hell, this year has been nothing short of incredible.
It all started with a great New Year's Eve. Sky got an extra ticket so that Kip could join me, him, and Sky's boyfriend for a wonderful night out. Sky's happiness for me finding my true love was only eclipsed by his joy that our partners have rhyming names—Kip and Chip.
Then Kip and I made things official, said our firstI love yous, and I moved in with him…all before February was done and dusted.
I finally, finally scored a real job, working on Jennifer Aniston's new TV show, which I can't say too much about…other than I've met her twice, and she's even nicer than you'd think she'd be. Plus, she smells a-ma-zing.
Shortly after, my parents reached out, and we reopened the lines of communication. Deep down, I'm excited since I want nothing more than to be close to my family, but on the surface, I'm keeping my cool, taking things slowly, and have started seeing a therapist to help me navigate the path toward reconciliation since it's too complicated for me to do on my own. I'm hopeful things will work out, but I also have clear boundaries in place to ensure my needs come first.
Speaking of coming first, I turn over my shoulder and grin. "I want you to fill me up."
Kip's dark eyes flare with passion, and I know it's as much for what I've said as it is for the newfound confidence I've developed to say it in the first place.
I turn back to face the mirror and arch my back. Kip lets out a deep, guttural groan. He loves this angle so much. It works perfectly with the slight upward curve of his cock. And it works for me, too, hitting my prostate. A constellation of stars swirl in my vision.
"I'm going to come," Kip mutters, rocking into me with even more force, shaking the entire bed and frame. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming!"
I stare at his twisting, writhing body behind me, at the alternating hard clench and release of his jaw as he releases his load deep inside me.
Thisis my favorite thing in the world, a powerful exchange between us, bonding us ever more deeply with one another.
For me, it's even better than coming because the glow of it lingers for hours and hours.
