Page 7 of Remember, Love

“I’ll remember, love,” I say.

Then he pulls off the blindfold and I look around the room.

There are rose petals and candles everywhere. And hanging from the walls and tied to strings of balloons are black and white pictures of us.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, “is that us at my sixth birthday?” I point to a picture of two kids in cowboy outfits.

He nods. “That’s us.”

“And you watching me at my piano recital?”

“You were wonderful.”

“I was terrible,” I laugh. “And look, there’s when our families went camping. I was in eighth grade and you were leaving for basic training the next week.” I blush. “I had the biggest crush on you.”

He grins. “Good.”

I walk around the room, taking in all the memories of us, together. “How did you get all these? What’s this for?” I turn to him. He’s watching me with an expression I’ve never seen before.

“I wanted to ask you something.”

He gets down on one knee. “I love you. It took me longer to realize it than you. But I won’t ever forget it. And I won’t ever let you go. Please, Beth. Marry me?”

A sob escapes me and I drop to the floor next to him.

“Yes!” I cry. “Yes!”

He launches himself at me and we both tumble to the ground. He covers my body with his and grabs my mouth. “Beth,” he says, “thank god. Beth.”

I pull at his pants. Unbutton them and yank them down his legs. His stiff cock springs free between us. He pulls his shirt over his head and I tear mine off. The press of his body against mine—I never want the weight of him to leave.

“Please,” I breathe into his mouth, “please, make love to me.”

“Always,” he breathes. He takes my ass in his hands and angles my hips. His brown eyes are locked with mine. Our heavy breaths mingle as he slowly pushes his length into my opening. I stretch around him, tight and wet. He stops halfway.

“Don’t,” I gasp, “don’t stop.”

His eyes go savage and a fierceness takes over. He rams into me, deep and hard. I shout out, and soar, ride on him so high that I fly into orgasm.

“Beth,” he chokes out. “Beth.”

Then he thickens in me and cums hard and long, until our juices are mixed and flowing over us.

I fall back to the floor and he collapses on top of me.

“I love you so much,” he whispers. “My next leave, we’ll be married. I’m making you my wife.”

I smile into his neck.

We get cleaned up, and I pull on his white T-shirt. I’m sitting on the bed when he surprises me by taking a picture.

“You could be a model,” he says, showing me the camera screen. “Look how beautiful you are.”

“I don’t want to be a model.” I roll my eyes. “I just want you.”

He prints out the photo from my computer’s printer. “Something to keep with me until I see you again. To remember you by.” He winks and I blush, reminded of his mouth on me.

“Let me.” I grab the photo and take it to my bedroom desk. I pull out a pen and write on the back, Remember, love. “There, keep it with you.”

He holds the photo in front of him, like a precious gift. “Always.”

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