I obey, feeling my breasts squish against the plain blue comforter. I hear the rip of another condom and a moment later he lies down on top of me, sweeping my hair off the back of my neck as he does so. I feel his breath on my ear as his cock pushes inside me. I'm so wet and he drives deep inside—maybe it's the position, but I don't know if I've ever felt him so deep before. He pulls out and moves back in slowly, eliciting a long cry from me. I feel tears spring to my eyes at the intensity of the sensation.
“Squeeze your legs together,” he whispers. I inch them together, feeling my muscles clench even more tightly around his dick. His legs are on either side of me now, and I can feel that he has more traction as he thrusts in harder now. His tongue finds my ear and my body begins to shake as his tongue flicks inside me. I hear myself begin to moan as though it's coming from someone else, though I also feel completely at one with my body and his. “Yes, yes, fuck,” he grunts on top of me. “Come with me, come with me!”
I have no choice but to obey again, unraveling beneath him as he releases himself inside me. After a few final strokes, I feel him let go of his weight, relaxing on top of me. His nose nuzzles into the side of my cheek, his lips just finding the edge of my mouth to give me a kiss.
“You know what the best part is?” he whispers.
“Mm?” I murmur back, my tired brain unable to follow his train of thought.
“You can stay the night.”
EPILOGUE
“Man, I'm glad this place has central air,” I say, setting down the last of the boxes in our new apartment. I'm sweating even with it on, and use the bottom of my t-shirt to wipe my forehead.
“Yeah, I thought Boston was supposed to be cooler than Virginia,” Nate says, shaking his head with a smile as he hoists a box onto the counter as though it weighed nothing, though I know for a fact it has our heavy dishes in it.
We flew up here for a weekend last month to find an apartment, and were quite lucky that this Charlestown two-bedroom was just our third stop. The realtor described the neighborhood as “up-and-coming,” and Nate loved the cozy feel and exposed brick. Neither of us start our jobs in town for another week, but I'm glad we came early. We have all the unpacking to do, we still need a lot of furniture…
“Are you going to get tired of me?” Nate asks, walking over and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Living together, you mean? Absolutely. Are you going to get sick of me?”
“Absolutely,” he says, nodding seriously, then he grins. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I reply as he leans in to kiss me. Once such a big deal for him to say, Nate now tells me he loves me regularly. I squirm happily as his tongue darts quickly against mine. A year later, and his kisses still make me weak in the knees. “What's that box?” I ask as he releases me and I glance over his shoulder.
“Which?” he asks, looking around.
“There,” I say, pointing to a medium-sized box sitting where we plan to put the couch, when we get one.
“Dunno,” he says with a shrug. “Clothes?”
“Mm, no, I don't think so,” I reply, walking over to it and picking it up. “It's really light.” I shake it and can just hear the crinkling of paper. “That's weird.” I set it back down on the floor and kneel next to it, scratching at the corner of the packing tape sealing it shut. I finally get enough up to get my finger under it, and pull it across the boxes flaps. Nick comes to stand near me as I pull it open. “I really don't remember packing this one, but maybe I'm going crazy.”
It has been an eventful week. We graduated last weekend, and played host to both of our moms, and then just a few days later we were driving up to Boston. We both managed to secure jobs here, Nate with a historical society, and me in the research side of a non-profit. I pull the brown packing paper out of the box, piling it on the floor next to me.
“Oh dear, did I pack an empty box?” I ask, just as my fingers close around a much smaller box at the bottom of the larger one. “What's…” my eyes widen as I realize I'm holding a jewelry box. I glance up at Nate, who's grinning at me. He kneels down onto the hardwood floor next to me. “Oh my god,” I murmur, as he takes the small box out of my hands. Of course we've discussed marriage, but I didn't think he would propose so soon.
“Brynn,” he whispers, “I've come alive since I met you. My world before you came into it was cold and dark, and then you showed up and brought light into it. Every day, I find a new reason to fall more in love with you. I know we're still young, but I want so much to have the honor of calling you my wife. Will you marry me?” he asks, opening the box. I stare at the simple, beautiful diamond ring sitting in the middle of the red velvet box as my eyes fill with tears.
“Yes, yes, of course I'll marry you,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck and covering him with kisses. He laughs joyously and lifts me off the ground with his free arm.
“Here, try it on,” he finally says. “I measured your ring finger while you were sleeping.”
“Sneaky!” I tease him as he slips the ring on my hand. “It's a perfect fit,” I say, holding it toward the nearest window so the light catches it.
“Should we call your mom?” he asks, wrapping his arms back around my waist.
“Let's wait until tomorrow. For today, only you and I will know.”
“Only you,” he echoes, pressing his forehead against mine. “Only you.”
THE END