My cock is rock hard all over again. It doesn't matter that I just came a moment ago. This woman is doing all kinds of crazy things to me, and I'm glad that I waited all my life for this, for her, for our moment.
I suppose some men might think it's crazy to wait so long to lose your virginity. But then again, those men haven't been with a woman like her.
Because Livingston Young is something else. She's something special. And I know I've been calling her a princess since the day we met, but she's so much more than that. She's the woman who has my whole damn heart.
"I love you," I tell her again as I draw her close to my body, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that this is where she's going to be for the rest of her damn life. She might not know that yet, but I do.
"What are you thinking?" she asks as I stroke her sweet pussy, as I open her up and ease myself in, inch by solid inch. I don't want to hurt her. I want this to be nice and easy, perfect and slow. I want this to last as long as possible even though I know I could burst any damn moment.
I'm going to make each second count.
"I'm thinking," I tell her, "how I want to spend my life with you. The rest of my life with you."
She closes her eyes, lacing her fingers with mine as she does, and her back arches and she moans. "Oh God," she says. "That feels..."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"It's okay," she whispers. "It's just... Oh God."
"Is this your way of avoiding answering my question?"
"You didn't ask me a question," she says, biting through the pain. She opens her eyes. They sparkle blue. She smiles. She exhales. The pain is passing, and I continue to fill her up. And fuck, she's tight.
"You're right," I tell her, drawing her close, my body wrapped with hers. I breathe her in, lavender and vanilla and the promise of our life together. "The question is this," I tell her as I grind my body against her own. "Marry me. Be my wife."
"Again, not a question," she says with a smile. She moves against me like butter melting in my arms.
"Damn, I don't think I'm getting this right."
"Oh, you're doing it all right," she says, her voice a low murmur lost in the sensation of love.
"The question is," I tell her. I cup her face with both my hands. "The question is, will you marry me, Livingston Young?"
"You're asking me to be a Starborn?"
I nod. "Yes, I am."
"I didn't even explain myself," she says.
I slow. I roll to the side, drawing her close. It's our first time, and maybe you're not supposed to ask someone to marry you in the middle of that, but fuck, none of this could be scripted. All of this is coming out in real time.
"You don't have to explain yourself," I tell her.
"But I do," she says. "I lost my horse, Chestnut," she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her face against my chest as we move as one. "A month ago to colic. He was my best friend, my everything."
My heart pounds, feeling her loss as we move together. "Oh, Princess," I tell her, "I'm so sorry." I know that loss, not to the extent that she feels it now, but I understand. I'm a cowboy, after all. I've lost horses I loved. I’ve said goodbye to animals I cared for.
"Losing him was like losing half of my heart. That's why I'm here. I left my competitions because I didn't have a horse to ride." She looks up at me. There are tears in her eyes.
"Damn, girl," I say. I kiss her tears away. We move together silently, differently, deeper now. I realize taking her out on that horse ride was a big thing. No wonder she hadn't been out on a horse all month, hadn't been on a horse since I had first seen her. She'd been scared. I got her on a horse, and I feel terrible about it.
"You want me to stop?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "No, no," she says. "I'm so close. You're going to make me come."
We move together deeper now, so fucking close. We move as one, rolling in that bed, deeply together – in love, in desire, in hope, passion, agony, grief.
How many emotions can you roll up into one? Because I swear to God, we're fucking feeling them all right here, right now.
When we climax, it’s loud – the pent-up release of our whole damn lives comes to a peak as we let go, into one another’s arms. I hold her tight as I spill inside of her. In that moment, I claim her as my own.