It helps that in the height of all this ecstasy, he puts a single finger on my clit, rubbing me harmonically with our fucking. The little garnish on the top of everything else makes this something incredible.
I can’t take it anymore. I’m shaking, the verge of a climax ravaging me so intensely. I want it. I need it.
And when it finally hits me, fuck. It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
Until the next time Tristian fucks me and blows my mind.
My lover boy is right there with me. His cock shuddering, spasming, filling me fully with each and every bit of his seed. I scream for him, ringing out my praises for him to be heard by the whole world if they would let me tell them.
Spent, I collapse forward, exhausted, right into his arms. No one tells you how tiring getting married is, and if I didn’t have horniness keeping me awake, I think I would have passed out on the bed immediately.
Snug in his arms, we lovingly look into one another’s eyes, our smiles slight yet genuine.
I keep expecting to wake up. That this is just some overly elaborate dream.
No. This is just the serenity of my life now. My own little slice of perfection.
We’ll have struggles along the way, yes. I have hopes, dreams, ambitions. Some which might not be realized. Some which might come sooner than I’m prepared for. My spirit will be crushed at times, and I’ll feel heartache. I know I’m just asking for it by becoming a veterinarian.
He’ll struggle to adapt to a slower-paced lifestyle. How to learn to build things with his own hands, how to get along with small-town life, and figure out if he wants to do something more when he gets his feet on the ground. He’ll try things. He’ll fail. That is simply how life is.
No matter what happens, we’ll have one another to lean on. The strength to keep going, all forged by our dedication and need for one another. Our lust, our desire to give more to the other, even if we must sacrifice some of our own happiness.
That’s what our love is. Pure. Unbreakable.
Eternal.