Perfect,Jenny thought.Together, we’re perfect.
“Careful, Jenny,” Dylan said, his stern voice in her ear. “You wouldn’t want the neighbors to see you acting so dirty in the middle of a bright morning, now would you?”
She shuddered, in that mix of delight and delicious fear that pushed her to the edge of a climax, even though she knew that the deck was more private than it seemed. Or the neighbors would have called the police a long time ago.
“Go on now,” he ordered her, as bossy and delicious as ever. “I want you to move, slowly. Very slowly, no matter how good it feels.”
Jenny did what he told her, because he was always right when it came to the things they could do when he was buried inside of her. The hotter and deeper, the better.
“What if we’d never—” she began, her eyes dizzy with all that Australian sunshine, and her pussy full of Dylan’s enormous, demanding cock.
And better still, her heart so full of love she was surprised it didn’t burst.
“We were always ending up here, love,” Dylan told her. In that confident, assured way of his, as if he’d always known. “Sooner or later, we were always going to end up right here.”
And as she lifted herself, and lowered herself again, so slowly it nearly made her scream, he moved. He picked up her hand, and it took her a moment to realize what he was doing.
Then she understood, and she couldn’t tell if she was laughing, or sobbing, because that was the way of it. He made her feel too much for it to be contained into any one thing. It was all the things, always.
And now he’d slid a diamond onto her hand.
And this ring made her heart ache. It was simple, with a beautiful, understated elegance and a deep, sweet shine. It was endless and clear, and it felt like this.
Like him.
Like them, forever.
“Marry me,” he said, as she rocked herself on his hard cock, making them both whole. Keeping them connected the way they liked best. “You’ve been my best friend. And my lover. I want you to be my wife. The mother of my children. My everything.”
“Dylan,” she managed to gasp out as sensation clambered inside of her, her clit throbbed with need and her heart felt a part of that same sobbing thing that wrecked her and remade her with every deep thrust. “Oh, Dylan, I love you. I’ll marry you. I’ll be anything you want me to be. Forever and ever.”
And he took control then, hammering into her, and then taking the hand he’d just put his ring on, and guiding it to her own clit.
And there he pressed her own fingers against the place where they were joined, so they both exploded into bliss.
Together.
The way they always had been.
And always were, forever after.