She shivered beneath me and my dick grew harder.
“I think someone is happy to wake up next to me.” Twila said shyly and I rubbed my dick against her ass, reaching down and slipping it between her cheeks.
“Oh, most definitely. Even before coffee.”
“Then I better make it worth your while.” Twila said with a grin as she rolled over to face me.
I growled and rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath me. I slid my dick inside easily, her pussy wet and ready for me.
Twila cried out, her head falling back against her pillows. Fuck, she was so damn beautiful it hurt.
And then I fucked her until we both collapsed in each other arms, breathless and spent.
After a quick shower together,we made our way downstairs where Twila put on some coffee. I needed to head back to my place for some clothes, but I couldn’t make myself leave if I tried.
She was like a drug.
I kissed her hair while she poured in the water, squeezed her tight while she scooped in the grounds, and spun her around to kiss her deep as the coffee brewed behind us.
“Meow!”
I jumped at the sound and Twila laughed, both of us turning towards where it came from. Twix. In the kitchen window.
“Shit, he must be hungry.” I mumbled. “I should probably go feed him.”
“I have some cat food here. I bought some.” Twila said sheepishly.
I kissed her. “You’re amazing.”
She smiled and grabbed the can along with a dish and spoon. As I fed Twix, she poured us a coffee.
I took the mug from her and looked down. “You remembered.” I said, my heart all warm and fuzzy. God this woman was turning me into a puddle of mush.
“I listened to every word you said last night. Even when my eyes were closed.” Twila pressed herself against me and rested her head on my shoulder. “It was the best night of my life.”
I paused, my throat growing thick. How could she make me feel so good in such little time?
But here she was. Doing just that.
“For me too.” I tilted her chin up with one finger and looked her straight in the eyes. “Be my girl, Twila? Please?”
“Yes. A million times, yes.”
I took her in my arms, abandoning my coffee for her and her lips, her taste, her everything. I wanted it all.
We kissed and kissed and then I carried her upstairs and made love to her again.
From that day on, we became inseparable. The only time we spent apart was when we worked during the day. Every night we spent together, trading off between each other’s beds.
We found a balance, a rhythm, a routine that worked for us. And I fell in love with her more and more every day.
A couple of months later, her birthday came around. I wanted to ask her to marry me and make her my wife. Like always around her, I couldn’t wait any longer. So during my work hours, while alone in my cabin, I shopped for rings online while secretly getting help from her sister, Mel. I grabbed Mel’s number from Twila’s phone one night and asked her for advice. Once I found the perfect ring and got Mel’s approval, I bought it and waited anxiously for it to arrive. When it did, it looked perfect.
I carried it around with me until the day of her birthday, not letting it out of my sight, despite it burning a hole in my pocket.
The day finally came at the end of August. The weather was still warm, so I chose an outdoor dinner in her backyard, surrounded by her plants and twinkle lights, one of her favorite places to be.
“Happy birthday, sweet girl,” I kissed her hand as I led her outside where dinner waited, complete with champagne.
