clean as it’s going to get – he carefully guides it down my trembling finger.
The second it’s secure, I lovingly stare at the unique choice of design that has two white gold dolphins with diamond eyes holding a bright blue pearl in place at the center of the jewelry.
“Finding the perfect ring was much harder than finding the perfect board.”
His proclamation pulls my gaze back up to his.
“I needed something that said more than just ‘marry me’. I needed something that spoke to us the way the water does.” Ax’s thumb gives my knuckles a soft stroke. “A pearl for the obvious ocean reasons, and the dolphins because that was the day that so much of my life changed. It was the first time you met my best friends. It was the first you were ever on a SUP. It was the first time you ever got your own board…”
The recollection slowly has me grinning.
“It was the first time – though not the last time – I put a toe somewhere I never thought I would.”
“Ax!”
He chortles away the scolding. “It was also the day I realized I had never felt about another person the way I do you…that I would never feel about another person the way I do you. The day I made a mistake…a mistake that, as long as you’ll have me, I’ll never make again.”
My heart swells once more.
“It was also the day I almost committed an animal hate crime that would’ve had PETA up my ass for many years to come.”
More laughter springs from us both at the same time I shake my head. “I had no interest in leaving you for that dolphin. Not into interspecies dating.”
“He didn’t know that…” More snickers float into the air prior to Ax adding, “And, I hope you have no interest in leaving me for anyone, Brooklyn. You’re it for me, and I pray every morning to Poseidon and any other God listening that I’m it for you.”
The end of his statement sails my lips to his and docks my excited frame in his lap. Our mouths part to allow our tongues the closer touches that they crave while our bodies become inseparable. Suddenly, moans are the only language that we speak, each one communicating every ounce of excitement, love, and hunger we possess. Clothes evolve into conversation blockers that are to be immediately overpowered by swift removals. In pendulation, exposed skin is venerated by our lips and hands alike.
Shifting positions from me in his lap to me on my stomach is done with such adroitness that my mind doesn’t even register the movements as individual actions. Ax braces himself by his palms, one on each side of my face that I’ve buried in the couch cushion, and pierces my pussy like a man so possessed by his own compulsion to claim me he can’t focus on anything else. There isn’t an opportunity to register the lack of barrier and even if there were, I don’t think I would’ve wasted the breath.
I want him bare.
I want us to have this experience.
I want him to know I accept all of him and know that all of me is his for the having.
Ax’s grumble is low and gruff and gravelish, right beside my ear. “Fuck. Babe.”
The feeling is definitely mutual. Having no barricade to dull down the sensuous sensations allows me to fully embrace every delicious stretch.
Every prurient pulse.
Every flex and swell that races through his rock-hard cock.
A rough, yet precise, pounding immediately begins, and I can barely keep my orgasm at the brink long enough to enjoy it. His actions are forceful but passionate. Dripping in adoration and appreciation. Wetness incessantly drenches inch upon inch of his dick, praising it for the return that never feels as though it’s soon enough. My usual screams are smothered out by sighs of satisfaction while my stretched-out arms strain to hold the edge of the couch I’m clutching onto. Libidinous kisses are littered along my elongated neck, luring me closer and closer to the dangerous edge of ecstasy. The licks and swipes paired to the swift, savage strokes prevent me from doing anything other than completely surrendering myself. Ax doesn’t resist the instinct to take my submission nor does he do anything other than treasure it. Groan and grumble in gratitude that it belongs to him.
For now.
Forever.
Thoughts of our love being endless sends new waves of tears to my eyes and flying fish aflutter in the pit of my stomach. His thrusts