Mechanic with Benefits
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“Come deep inside me, baby,” I moaned to him.
He obliged, and I felt him shoot the warm liquid into me. His full body pressed into mine as he shot round after round into me. No way he could have released any further, and deeper into me.
When he was done we collapsed in a heap together, a tangle of breathing and living limbs and torsos and heads.
“Baby, fuck. I swear you get hotter, wetter every time,” he said. He pulled out of me and I gasped at the empty feeling I had inside me.
I pulled the blindfold off and looked into Chandler’s deep blue-green eyes, the ones I’d fallen so madly in love with six years ago. It’d just taken the courage to admit it.
I rolled onto my back, and he rubbed his hand up and down my thigh, stroking me lightly.
“I don’t know what happened back there,” I admitted. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s always good, but something just snapped.”
He grinned. “I love it when you snap.” He put his other hand down on the mattress to prop himself up, but stopped when his palm touched something that made him ruffle his brow.
“Damn, we were sweating a lot, weren’t we.” He ran his hand along the damp sheet. I stayed silent, and began to blush, feeling with my own palm how wet it had gotten. The biggest spot was close to my ass.
I swallowed. “I don’t think that is sweat,” I giggled. My grin turning positively sly.
“Well if it’s not sweat, then it would have to be…” He smirked, coming to the same realization that I had come to. Literally come to.
“Like I said. I think you finally found my spot. Like my secret compartment. Are you going to remember that?”
“I don’t know if you know this about me,” he said in a joking Anchorman Will Ferrell voice, “But I’m kind of a big deal. And I remember every fucking last thing about you, Squirt. Like the look on your face when I impregnated you.”
I had snorted, dying laughing, until I comprehended the last thing he said. “Impregnated me? How can you be sure?”
He shrugged. “Just kidding. But I will remember the look on your face when I ask you to marry me.”
“When you...what?”
My heart began to pound like crazy as he reached behind his back onto the nightstand, pulled out a ring. Naked, he got down on one knee. on the bed. I shot up from my lazy lying-down position, suddenly crazy alert.
“Squirt, I love making you squirt. And I love you. Marry me.”
I grinned at his joke. The way he said it wasn’t a question. Still, he knew the answer.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Of course.” Tears streamed down both of my cheeks, and he slipped the ring over my naked finger and kissed my hand.
El Fin
El Fin, in Spanish, means, “The End.”
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