Sweat beads and glistens on his face, and his eyes finally meet mine. Then he grins. “Oh, we’re going to have to do this more often. I forgot how damn good this feels.”
“I can totally get on board with that.”
“Good, I’m bottoming from now on.”
I huff at him. “Hey now! Let’s talk about this.”
He winks at me again. “Do you really think for a second I’d give up being inside you? No thanks.”
Ugh, I’m still learning when he’s joking or not.
As soon as I open my mouth to speak, he leans down and smothers my words with a kiss and his tongue. While we make out, he moves up and down rapidly, our skin slapping loudly.
I stroke him faster to keep up with his pounding, and he groans in my mouth. His cock is getting hot and harder, so I know he’s close.
He reaches for my face and cups my jaw to control the kiss. Even with me inside him, he runs the show. Always. And it’s exactly the way I like it.
Suddenly, hot spurts shoot out of him and all over my chest. It quickly cools, and he starts to settle down, so I sit up and push him over onto his back. My cock slips out of him, but I shove his legs back and sink right back into him. I don’t waste a second in getting off, pummeling into his ass fast and hard.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me,” he pants.
My body freezes for a second, and my eyes slam closed as my climax hits me. Then I keep pounding until my balls have nothing left to give. I’m tired now between the move and the sex. I fall on top of him, and he drags his blunt nails over my sweaty, heated skin. Now that I’m relaxed, I could stay like this forever.
“That was nice,” he says.
All I can do is nod as I catch my breath.
After a few minutes, I sit up and kiss him. His lips are salty from the sweat, as are mine, I’m sure. I stare at his pretty olive-green eyes, filled with this profound sense of love for this man. When we first met, he was a walking, talking red flag. Now he’s all green and has been for the past year.
“Let’s get married,” I blurt. My face heats because I tend to say shit out of the blue, like when I first told him I loved him.
He grins sleepily. “Are you proposing, Tiger?”
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
He fingers back my hair with both hands before pulling my head down and kissing my forehead. “Then let’s do it.”
“That wasn’t very romantic, was it?” I say sheepishly.
“We don’t need flowery words or sonnets of love. You blurting out your feelings for me is absolutely you and perfect.”
“I bet you would’ve done the whole ring and knee thing.”
He chuckles, his eyes dancing with love and humor. “Probably, but it doesn’t matter how we do it. That we love each other is all that matters.”
“True,” I say, lying my body on himand resting my head on his shoulder. God, I’m tired.
“Let’s go somewhere cold to do it. It’s always hot here.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Love you, Tiger.”
“Love you, Joker. Always.”
Chapter 33
Calvin - Epilogue
