Page 51 of Forever After Never

"YES! ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY YES!" I shout at the top of my lungs and reach forward, flinging my arms around his neck. Looking up, I say, "I love you so much." Then, lean in to give him a time-stopping, life-altering kiss. Sawyer brushes my cheek with the back of his hand, and gently caresses my lips withhis own, running his tongue along the seam of my mouth. The warmth of his tongue the perfect contrast to my cool lips.

"You are it for me." I choke out in between my sobs. "I can't believe this. I can't believe you want to marry me!" I look at my ring finger, and my heart skips a beat at the beautiful sapphire shining in the light of the bonfire. This ring is beautiful, and it is so perfect.

"Autumn, from the very second you fell into my life. You and me? This?" He rests his hand on my chest "This was always going to be our story. I just needed to figure that out by myself."

"I needed to figure it out, too." I confess.

Alice and Sawyer's family are whooping and whistling and cheering from the house.

I turn to face the house, still on my knees.

"Oh my god, guys. Come and join us! And bring something to celebrate with!" I call over to the house and beam at my new family.

I look down at my ring finger once again and hum in happiness. If the world ended right now, I would be surrounded by the people I love on the happiest day of my life.

Chapter 39

Autumn

"Hmmmm. My wife." Sawyer's heavy voice vibrates through the pillow as he wraps me in his arms. Spooning me with his hard, naked body feels as if I were wrapped in the arms of a god. A rock hard, chiselled from stone god.

"Not yet, Mr. Green!" I chuckle, my voice full of sleep. "We haven't even set a date yet."

"Sugar, I would marry you right this fucking second. If you want me to get someone ordained right now, just say the word, and we'll be married by noon." He presses a kiss into the side of my neck, trailing more down my shoulder. For every kiss, the warmth of his lips lingers on my skin.

"Mmmm. I like the sound of that," I moan, my breathy voice hitches as his beard brushes over my neck.

One of his arms wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him so I feel the hardness of his cock against my back.

"The last time we were in his bed, I wouldn't let you come, but this time I'm not going to stop. I won't stop making you come until you lose yourself in me. Baby, by the time I am done, you won't even know where your body begins and mine ends." He trails his fingers between my tits, down my stomach, and reaches between my thighs, swiping a finger between my folds. "Of course, you're wet for me. Always so wet for me."

"Sawyer, stop. Your family will hear us." I bite down on my bottom lip as he rubs my clit with the pad of his finger.

"You'd better be quiet then. Because we are not leaving this bed until I've nailed you to it." He slides a finger inside my pussy, then another, and I cry out in pleasure.

"Shhhh," he responds to my moans by withdrawing his fingers, leaving an empty feeling in their wake. "If you make one more sound. I will stop." Whispering into my ear, he eases his fingers back into my pussy, and I bite my lip again to stifle the moan that wants to escape them. "That's my girl. Such a fucking good girl for me. My good,quietgirl." Emphasising each word with each thrust of his fingers. I rock my hips to match him. My body tingles in suspense and my pussy grips his fingers, not wanting to let go. I chase my orgasm as his fingers curl over my G-spot.

"Sawyer, I am going to.." I start to pant out the warning that I am going to come, but before I can, he's wrapped his free hand around my mouth so no noise can escape me.

"I told you to be quiet." With one hand wrapped around my mouth and his other hand working magic, I come apart. My eyes flutter closed, and I explode into one of the most insane orgasms I have ever experienced. His fingers laced around my mouth muffle the sounds threatening to escape me, and my involuntary scream is kept in. It remains locked on my tongue without the possibility of escape. Tears roll down my cheek, and Sawyerswipes them away with his thumb. Looking concerned, he asks, "Baby, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I promise. I ummm, I think I just crymaxed." The concern on his face doesn't waiver.

"You what? Youcrymaxed?" He looks at me, confused.

"Yeah, it's, well, where you have an orgasm so intense and so visceral that you can't control your emotions, and you cry."

"Well, damn. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm okay. Honestly, I am. Just overwhelmed," I laugh in response.

"Well, good. Because I'm not even close to being done yet."

Rolling me onto my back, he props himself up on his knees, taking in a full view of my very naked body. I can feel the wetness of my orgasm coating my thighs.

"Jesus, Autumn, every time I see you, it's like I am seeing you for the first time. You are so beautiful. How lucky am I that I get to wake up to you every single day? How lucky am I that nobody ever gets to see you like this—nobody but me."

He spreads my thighs so that my core is exposed to him.

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