by Jenika Snow
It was hot.
I stared at Felix, watching the play of his muscles bunch and flex under his skin, and couldn’t stop myself from running my hands over his massive, impressive form.
“Tell me you’ll come for me again, baby?” Felix gritted out.
I nodded first, not thinking I could find my voice. Closing my eyes and breathing out harshly, I wanted him to know where I was right now. “Yeah, I am going to come again.” And I was, so hard, so fiercely I knew it would rival my first one.
“Yeah, baby?”
I nodded, gasping at the same time.
“Then come for me, get off all over my dick. Milk me, baby.”
And just like that, I did.
My pussy muscles clenched around him, and he grunted in response, his hips slamming hard against mine.
“Oh shit, Maggie.” He closed his eyes, his jaw clenched tightly. “Here I come.”
I forced myself to keep my eyes open. I wanted to see him get off because of me.
He groaned harshly again, bucking against me, emptying himself in my body.
“I love you so much.” He thrust in deep.
I wanted him as high as I was.
“So. Fucking. Good.” Hearing his words, and feeling his body on me, in me, had me climaxing again. It wasn’t as intense as the last ones, but it was mind and body controlling.
“You’re so perfect.” His eyes were still closed, but the ecstasy was clear on his face.
My inner muscles clamped down hard, and we both moaned.
“You’ll always be mine, and I’ll always be yours,” he seemed to say to himself. “Oh shit, Maggie. That’s so it. Squeeze my dick, work for my cum.”
His filthy words were an instant accelerant in me.
With his huge body over mine, I felt every hard muscle in him tense further as he reached his peak.
“Yes,” I whispered. He was buried deep in me, filling me, making me his. After long seconds Felix finally relaxed atop me, his huge, muscular form dwarfing mine, but making me feel so warm and safe.
We were both sweaty, our breathing erratic, identical. All I wanted to do was stay like this, to just be in our own bubble where nothing would touch us.
“I’m probably crushing you, baby.” Before I could protest, Felix rolled off me but kept me right up against him.
“I love you so much,” he whispered against my ear.
I smiled and closed my eyes, nothing else mattering except this moment. I could have stayed like this forever.
There wasn’t a place on me that didn’t want his touch, his smell … his everything.
“I’ll never get enough,” he whispered at the crown of my head.
I pulled back and looked up at him. He was already staring at me. The smile he gave me had everything feeling like it was perfectly aligned, like everything we’d been through, or would go through, would be worth it all.
It has been worth it all.
“No one will ever compare to you, Maggie. No one.” Felix shifted on the bed and cupped the side of my face. He pulled me in close, and I couldn’t deny I loved being held by him. I loved everything about him. He made me feel open and alive, made me feel like there were so many possibilities in this world. “I want you as mine, always, Maggie. As my wife, my partner in this life, and the mother of my children.”
My heart totally stalled at his words.
“Soul mate is too tame of a word for what I feel toward you.”
I lifted my hand and cupped his beard-covered cheek. He’d been slowly growing it out, and I couldn’t deny that I loved it. It made me feel especially feminine. “And you’re mine.” I felt the love he had for me.
“To have you in my life…” He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“I want that, too, all of it, Felix.” He crushed me to him, and I loved it. I loved the feeling of being breathless. I loved the way his big body cocooned mine, making me feel so small, so protected.
It was just a shame it had taken us so long to get here. But we were here now, and that was all that mattered.
Life was far too short to not go after what you wanted.
Chapter 11
Maggie
Felix wrapped his arm around me and pulled me more firmly back against him. The movie we were watching was a couple of years old, the volume down too low for us to really hear what was going on, but I didn’t care. Just being in his arms was good enough for me.
It always had been, and it always would be.
To be Felix’s was something I’d wanted in every way since the moment I knew what wanting that even meant. But I’d been too afraid, and I’d come to realize so had he.
I stared at the top of the TV, the pink heart he’d drawn all those years ago proudly displayed in a frame. It was old, the edges frayed, worn. It wasn’t as vibrant in color as it used to be, but to me it was the most important, valuable possession I owned.
I’d stared at that picture every night since he gave it to me when we were six. It had been my lifeline when I’d felt like things were falling apart. Even after all these years, I still stared at that drawing and knew everything would be okay.
I didn’t need my family in my life, and it was clear they didn’t need me either. That situation was behind me, and Felix and I were moving forward.
But now we really had each other in all ways, and I felt like this was exactly where my life was supposed to be. We might not have a lot of money or live in the nicest place, but we had each other, and that’s what mattered.
One day we’d have everything we both deserved. We’d have the degrees we were working hard to get, we’d have our own place we could call home, but most importantly we’d always be by each other’s side. There was no other option for us in that regard.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” Felix asked in a sleepy voice. I shifted so I could face him now. The couch we were on was small, barely fitting Felix’s big body, but we’d made it work between the two of us.
He had his hand on my lower back, his huge palm spread out along my exposed flesh where my shirt rode up. He used his stretch to make sure I didn’t fall off the edge, but I also knew he held me because he loved me.
I could see it in his eyes every time he looked at me.
The feeling of his body heat seeped into me, and I moved my hand between us to rest on his bared chest. He wore a pair of sweats, his very male, very muscular bod on display. To say I got tired of seeing him this way, of tracing my fingers over the multiple tattoos he had and the new ones he kept getting, would be an outright lie.
“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” he asked softly and shifted slightly so he could cup my face with his other hand.
“I was just thinking about how much I love you.”
He made this deep sound in his throat, tipped my head back, and devoured my mouth with his. We stayed like that for long minutes, our tongues moving together, our breathing mingling as one, and the heat in the room intensifying. When he pulled away, I sucked in a deep breath. I felt how ready he was for me, his erection pressed to my belly, hard, long, thick.
But he didn’t make a move to have sex with me, much to my disappointment.
Instead he just stared at me, the love on his face so tangible there wasn’t a doubt in my mind he would go to any lengths for me.
The same lengths I’d go for him.
“You’re my soul mate,” he finally said. “I’d do anything for you, because seeing you happy, seeing that smile on your face just for me, makes anything and everything worth it.”
This man had a way of saying things that made my heart flutter.
“And even though all I want to do is marry you right now, make you mine in all senses of the word, I know there is a lot going on in our lives.” He lifted my hand and brought it to his mouth. He kissed each finger while staring into my eyes. “But just know this: you are mine forever. I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
He pulled me in close
, and I pressed my body flush with his. “Good, because you’re stuck with me.” The sound of his chuckle was deep and vibrated against my ear. Being with Felix made everything okay.
It always had, and I knew it always would.
Felix
Just say you’ll be mine.
“You need anything?” she asked from the kitchen.
“Just you,” I replied.
She chuckled, but I knew she liked hearing me say these things just as much as I liked telling her them.
Maggie came into the living room, walked by me, and I reached out and pulled her onto my lap. She made the sweetest little sound.
I held her tighter, pulling her back toward me, wanting to shelter her. We sat there for long seconds, this comforting, serene atmosphere surrounding us. At least it was for me. I sensed she was growing a little distant.
She was quiet, and I knew then she was thinking about her family. She always got like this when she thought about them.
Since graduating and moving out, her family hadn’t tried to keep in contact with her. And even though she spent holidays with my family and they loved her like their own, my girl hated that her family was the way they were.
I shifted so we were lying on the couch. I reached for her hand and took it in mine, rubbing my thumb along her flesh.
“Are you thinking about your family?” I finally asked, even though I already knew.
She was silent for a second before answering. “Unfortunately, I am.”
For long seconds I just held her, stroking my hand along her arm, feeling the goose bumps form along her body.
“You don’t need them in your life if they make you question how you feel about yourself.” I took her hand in mine.
“They haven’t even tried contacting me once, Felix.”
I kissed the top of her head. “I know, baby, and I’m so damn sorry about that.”
She shifted even more so I could look into her face. I kept my hand at the small of her back, keeping her close to me, wanting her that way always. “I’ll be here for you no matter what, and I’ll never let you down.”
The smile she gave me lit up the damn room. “I know. And I’ll be here for you, Felix.” She sighed softly. “I wish sometimes things were different. But to be honest, it isn’t about not seeing them or talking with them that bothers me. It’s the fact that if I didn’t have you in my life, I’d be truly alone.”
I cupped the back of her head, keeping her to my chest so she was resting right over my heart. “You feel that?” After a second she nodded. “It beats for you. Only you. And I’m not going anywhere. This world means nothing without you in my life, by my side.”
“I feel the same way, Felix.”
I knew she did, and it made me the luckiest man in the world.
I adjusted so she pulled back and looked up at me.
“Marry me.” This certainly wasn’t the way I’d wanted to go, or how I saw myself proposing to her. Hell, I could have done this years ago if this was the route I’d planned on taking. But what was the point of waiting? We might not be wealthy, or live lavishly in the least. I might not have the money yet to give her the ring she deserved, but we had each other. “I’ve wanted to marry you for so long it’s imprinted on me. It’s in my DNA.” She didn’t speak, and I worried I’d scared her or, hell, freaked her out. “I certainly didn’t see this moment going this way, on the couch, with some lame old movie on TV.”
She smiled at me, and I felt like a real man because I’d done that, made her feel a little bit of happiness. I cupped her cheek and stared in her eyes. “I’m already the happiest man on this planet because of you, but if you will be my wife, I’ll make sure you’re always treated like the queen you are.”
She started tearing up then, and I worried they might not be happy tears.
“Shit, Maggie, I don’t want you to cry.”
She shook her head, closed her eyes, and smiled. “They’re happy tears.”
“I’ve been saving up for a ring worthy to be on your finger, and even though I’ll keep doing that, I had to ask.”
She opened her eyes, and before I could say anything else, she was straddling me. She cupped my face, and kissed me. “Of course I’ll marry you,” she said against my mouth, the saltiness of her happy tears making this moment all the more special.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her closer so she was lying on my chest, and couldn’t help the smile that covered my face. “You’ll never be alone.” And I meant that with every part of me, with every ounce of love I had for this girl. Where she went, I went. That’s how it was, and that’s how it always would be.
Felix
I do
Maggie was the love of my life. She always had been. She always would be.
She was that one person that could change another human being just by being in their presence.
And she’d always be mine.
And there was nothing on this planet that could keep me from her.
I closed my eyes, willing myself to calm down, and breathed out slowly. This was the day. This was the moment I’d always envisioned.
Nearly two years had passed since I’d proposed to her on the couch. It seemed like a lifetime to get to this one moment in our lives, but it had been one hell of a journey.
And although I would have been happy to go to the courthouse to make this official, Maggie deserved a real wedding.
She deserved it all, and so I’d strive for the rest of my life to make that possible.
I’d saved up, had a custom ring made for Maggie—because I wanted her to have something unique and just as special as she was. I’d worked my ass off saving money, making sure that we were doing better and could follow through with this next step in our lives.
And we were finally here, together, always.
I stared at the woman I loved more than anything else. She was beautiful in her white lace dress, the veil covering her face. I lifted the delicate material up and over her head, and the smile she gave me lit up the entire room.
As the officiate spoke to us and the audience—only a handful of our friends and my mother and father—I could only stare at Maggie. I was lost in her eyes, so in love with this girl there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. She might not speak with her family anymore, but she had me and mine, and we showed her as much love as possible. I showed her as much as I could, so much so I wondered if it overwhelmed her.
Then it was time for us to repeat the vows and exchange rings, and I felt my heart slam hard against my ribs.
“I do,” she said softly, her smile just for me.
I slipped her ring on, squeezed her hand, and breathed out slowly. “Never was there a time where I questioned how I felt for you.” I looked into her blue eyes. She seemed surprised, but then again I hadn’t told her I’d written my own vows. Bringing her hands to my mouth, I kissed her knuckles gently. “From the moment you stepped into my classroom all those years ago, I knew you were something special, that you’d be mine.” A tear started to slide down her cheek, and I brushed it away. “You’ll always be the one for me, and each and every day my love for you grows tenfold.” She smiled wider this time, another tear tracking down her cheek. “Maggie Elizabeth, you are the only one for me. You always have been, and you always will be.” I pulled her into my body, holding her tightly. “I do.” I finally said the words, and our guests laughed softly.
“You may now kiss your bride.”
Thank God.
I did just that, kissed her until she was breathless, until she was holding on to me for support. I kissed her like she was my world … because she was.
Epilogue
Felix
Several years later
This is the beginning of the rest of our lives.
My wife.
The woman I loved more than anything else.
My entire world.
I’d always known Maggie was my fate … my soul mate.
I pulled her close, and inhaled dee
ply. She fit perfectly against me. We’d just made love, and all I wanted to do was be with her again. It wasn’t because I was some horny bastard, but because I wanted to show her with my body that I was hers the same as she was mine.
I smoothed my hand down her arm, slipped my fingers through hers, and lifted her hand. I stared at the ring. It wasn’t the biggest, and even though she deserved the biggest fucking rock, I’d picked this one out especially for her—had it custom made, too.
Everything I did was for her.
Several years we’d been married now, and it was everything I’d ever thought it would be … and more. We were both working stable jobs, using the degrees we’d earned, and even had a small house we’d purchased together. We had the room, were financially stable, and I was ready to take the next step with the woman I loved.
I anticipated what our future held.
I could hear her breath become even, slow, and knew she was falling asleep, but I also wanted to talk to her about something that had been on my mind for a while.
“Maggie?” I said softly.
“Hmmm?” she said back in a sleepy voice.
I slid my hand over to her belly and spanned the flat surface with my palm. For a second all I did was feel her stomach moving up and down gently as she breathed. “How would you feel if I said I wanted to try for a baby?” I said softly and felt her tense. She shifted and turned in my arms, and I immediately cupped the side of her face. “The very thought of creating a baby with you makes me so happy,” I whispered. “But I want you to feel like this is the right time, too.”
She lifted her hand and placed it over mine, which was still on her cheek. “A baby?” she whispered.
I smiled, the thought making me feel pretty good. “Yeah, a baby.” I leaned in and kissed her. Moving my hand away from her face, I slid it down her side, skimmed my fingers along the curve and arch of her waist and hip, and moved it so my hand was on her belly again. “I want my baby growing right here.” I added the slightest pressure to her stomach. “I want a little bit of both of us running around.”
