But I’m going to work on it. I’m going to tell her every day of my life how she makes me feel, how she makes this world a better place.
But first I’m going to fuck her, because I’m so hard, it feels like the skin on my dick is going to rupture. I reach beneath her knee again and pick up a leg, tossing it over my shoulder. “Ooh,” she sighs as I line myself up, and then sink home.
God, that feels so fucking good. I’ll never get over the feel of my bare skin sliding along the velvet inside of Olive. I hook her other leg up over my shoulder, too, and I’m so deep inside I wonder if I’m going to fit.
But I look down at my girl and realize we fit together perfectly. She starts to wriggle around, rocking her hips as much as she can while I have her folded in half like this. “Feels so good,” she groans, and I start to move with her.
I work up a sweat, sliding in and out of her, my hips crashing against hers with every thrust and my hands scraping the carpet until I’m sure I’ll have rug burn on my palms. But I don’t give a shit. Nothing matters right now other than blowing her world.
“Baxter, yes!” Olive cries out, pulling her legs down and locking them around my waist instead. “Fuck me, please.”
This new angle gives me some more leverage, and I double my pace, our bodies slapping together there on the floor of our apartment halfway between the Detroit Stadium and Olive’s grad program. Everything about our lives here has been about learning to compromise, learning to make it work. Neither of us had anyone in our lives to teach us this shit, but we’ve been figuring it out together and loving every minute of it.
I accidentally kick one of the bar stools while my toes dig for purchase so I can pump into her harder. It’s just furniture. We can buy more, I think, as it topples over and crashes against something else. Olive has me making grocery lists and I’ve got her interested in protein shakes and we’ve made a fucking life here with a guest room for Kev and Tim and another one for Tia and Elyse when they come to visit.
“Baby, this is so good,” I mutter, and I’m not sure if I mean the sex or this apartment or the way we’ve each helped make each other’s dreams come true. Maybe all of it.
“Bax, I’m coming,” she wails, bucking her hips up into mine. “Holy shit, I’m coming,” and I can feel it. I feel her drawing me in, contracting around me again and again until I shatter.
I spurt inside her, filling her up with my release, with my love, with all I have to give. She starts to giggle and I can’t even feel my toes anymore, but I know that sound feels good.
“Hey,” I whisper, brushing aside her sweaty hair as soon as I can function again. “I was trying to ask you something and I got distracted.”
“What’s that,” she asks, tracing a finger along my nose and over along my jawline.
“Will you marry me?”
“What?” She pushes me off her chest and sits halfway up. “Are you serious?”
We’re sloppy and sticky, and we’re tangled together on the floor, and none of this is like I planned, but everything about this is fucking perfect. I work my way up on to one knee and rummage around in my pants for the box I’ve been hiding all day.
I find it among the forsythia branches that fell to the floor when I kicked over the stool, so I right myself and offer both to Olive. “You’re my entire world,” I tell her. “You’re all that I’ve ever wanted and you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. Marry me?” I ask her. “Marry me and make me the happiest man on earth.”
“Yes!” She screams, scrambling to reach my mouth and kiss me. “Yes, yes, of course I will, Bax.”
I fumble with the box and pull out the ring I had made for her. An emerald cut diamond set flat in the platinum band. “So it won’t get caught on your patients,” I tell her, sliding it onto her strong finger. I kiss her knuckle. “I wanted you to be able to wear it to work.”
“It’s perfect, Bax,” she says, pulling me in for a kiss. “I love our life together.”
“Me, too,” I tell her, stroking her hair and closing my eyes, imagining us growing old together, still feeling this spark, this beautiful, perfect love. “Me, too.”
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