I can feel every inch, every millimeter, can feel myself pulsing and clenching while he fills me. It feels good. It feels right. It feels like home.
“Because I like the way you whisper my name and tell me to make you come as if I wasn’t already going to,” he says, his voice dipping as he starts moving.
My knuckles go white on the iron bar of the lounge chair.
“And because I don’t want you to miss the view,” he says, laughing.
He wraps an arm around me. He kisses my cheek and fucks me hard, one hand over mine and the other snaking down my body as we crash together, relentless.
It builds. He drives into me and I take him, push back, ask for more. Our words are guttural if they’re words at all, just sounds, begging and pleading and praising. I’m laid bare, helpless, utterly vulnerable to my own want and Daniel takes me, protects me, gives himself to me until I’m gasping his name because I’ve forgotten my own.
I beg him don’t stop please don’t stop and I beg him make me come oh God make me come and then there are fingers on my clit and sparkles in my vision and I come like an earthquake.
I shout his name. I rock back and forth, taking everything, a seismic shift in my body. I moan and I whisper and I think I howl and then his hands are on my shoulder, pulling me into him as the aftershocks rattle through me and he’s whispering I fucking love it when you come into my ear and I respond with come inside me please Daniel I want you to come inside me and he does.
He kisses the back of my neck. He slides his fingers down my spine, slick with sweat, and finally he pulls out, both of us shuddering. I roll back over, onto the lounge chair, and he collapses onto me, his face on my belly, my fingers in his hair.
It’s nearly night, the whole cabin and deck and valley and mountain range different shades of blue, stars popping out of the sky above.
Daniel pushes himself up, pulls me down, gives me a long kiss on the lips.
“You enjoy the view?” he asks, a smile on his lips, and I laugh.
“Of course,” I say. “The view was great. Very satisfying.”
He rolls over, his head against my chest. I put a hand on his shoulder, and he takes it in his.
“Plus, I don’t have to see Officer Sherman now,” he teases. “That man really knows how to kill a mood.”
I just sigh dramatically.
“Hell, we don’t have to put on clothes all weekend if we don’t want to,” Daniel goes on. “I don’t even know why I brought them.”
“Because it’s better than putting sunscreen on your dick,” I say, and Daniel laughs.
“I’ve never had cause to sunscreen my dick before,” he muses. “It’s never even occurred to me.
“You’re welcome,” I tell him. “And don’t act like you didn’t enjoy everything that happened before Officer Sherman showed up, either.”
“Of course I enjoyed it,” he says. “I went to great lengths to make a version of it happen again, didn’t I?”
I laugh, fingers winding through his hair, my other hand in his. The ring sparkles, even in the night, and I think: we’re engaged.
“I have a question,” I say, my voice slow, lazy.
“Shoot.”
“Did you mean to propose?” I ask, still stroking his hair.
He twists, looks up at me.
“Of course I meant to,” he says, his eyes the color of the night sky, filled with stars.
I swirl his hair around one finger, the night breeze soft against my bare skin.
“That doesn’t mean I was planning on it, though,” he admits, and I laugh.
“You really booked this super-romantic cabin just so we could fuck outside,” I say as he sits up, offers me a hand, pulls me upright.
“I thought you’d like it,” he says, that rakish smile on his face.
“I did.”
He puts one hand on my face. I’m still flushed with heat and his fingers are cool, dry, slightly rough against my skin.
“The plan was to wait a couple months at least,” he says, thumb on my cheekbone. “The plan was to give you a little time, maybe start looking at houses together, have a couple discussions about marriage, figure out all the logistics, then ask you to marry me.”
“Nice plan,” I say.
“It was really well thought-out,” he says. “And then I ruined it by suddenly not wanting to wait.”
He takes a deep breath, leans his forehead against mine, and I close my eyes.
“I’d have waited,” I say.
“I know,” he says. “I’m the one who couldn’t.”
We kiss gently, tenderly.
“I love you,” he says. “And I have for a long time and I will for a longer time yet.”
“I love you back,” I say. “Long time, longer time.”