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“Now!” I yell. “Cum for me now, Geoff, cum in my ass, baby, fill me up!”

He shudders and grows thicker inside me, then one last hard thrust as he cums, screaming with each pulse, sobbing with his release. His entire body locks up with each spasm.

“Ah, fuck, ah, god, oh my god, jeezussss,” he yells until he is sagging on his arms above me, spent, lungs heaving.

I release my knees and pull him down on top of me, wrapping my arms around his shoulders gently, mindful of his ribs, my legs around his thighs, surrounding him with my body. His cock slips from my body, twitching against my ass and his cum drips from me.

When his breathing slows, I kiss the top of his head.

“Ok?” I ask, nuzzling his hair.

He huffs against my chest. “Mmm,” then nuzzles the hair on my chest. “Yeah.” I feel moisture on my chest.

“Talk to me, baby,” I croon, rubbing his back.

He sighs, then kisses my chest. “So good.” He snuggles his cheek between my pecs. “Like, every time we… make love… it’s so good.”

I squeeze him, letting him work out what he wants to say.

“Scary sometimes, how good it is,” he murmurs into my chest. “Like, what did I do to deserve you? And what if it stops? Disappears? You get beat up, or wreck your car or… just get tired of me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Geoff. You are it for me.” A shiver runs down my spine. Fuck, this man, this boy. He is right; it is scary. The image of his beaten body rises, and I tighten around him again. “What can I say to make it less scary, darlin’? I don’t want you to worry about me. I am not walking away. I love you.”

He nuzzles my chest again. I can feel something simmering in his head. “Tell me,” I growl, knowing that will get to him. He can’t resist my growl.

He sighs, then whispers into my chest, so quietly I almost can’t hear the words. “Marry me.”

35

GEOFF

Ben has gone still under me, his hand on my back frozen.

Shit.

Can I take it back? Pretend I never said it?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Big mistake, dumbass. He is thirty-fucking-nine and does not want a damned twenty-one-year-old kid for his fucking husband. I am such an idiot.

Shit, I can’t breathe. I try to get off of him, but he tightens his grip, like a fucking koala. I’m trapped.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on one knee?” he laughs.

“What?” I squawk.

“I just didn’t ever imagine a proposal while flat on my back and cum running down my ass,” he laughs harder.

I struggle to get up, get off of him. “Fuck, let me go, Ben,” I grind out. “I’m sorry. I take it back, it was stupid. I’m stupid, this is stupid. Dammit, Ben, let me up, let me fucking go.”

He clings hard and stops laughing. He grabs my jaw and yanks my head up to look into my eyes. His beautiful brown eyes stare into mine, shining with love.

“Never. I am never letting you go, Geoff. You can’t take that back because yes, I will fucking marry you.”

All the fight goes out of me in a whoosh.

“Yes?” I whisper.