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“Shit, Sunshine, you’re so tight. Fuuuck, I’m gonna come.” Seb groaned and thrusted once, twice, and then erupted inside of me. My cock twitched at the feeling of Seb’s release warming my insides.
“Oh my God, that was incredible,” I whispered. My limbs felt like jelly, but I still held myself up with my arms on Seb’s chest. We were both panting, covered in sweat and cum, but I’d never felt more content.
I admired how debauched Seb looked, my cum marking his skin and standing out among his tattoos. I gazed down at him as I whispered, “I love you, Seb.”
He caressed my cheek, his eyes shining with the same love I felt in my soul. “I love you, too, Sunshine.”
Seb pulled me up for a hug, and his softening cock slipped out of me. We both groaned. I felt so empty as his cum trickled out of my hole. He’d taken me, made me his, and marked me in the best of ways. He flipped us over and devoured my mouth again, blanketing me with his big body. We kissed and cherished our connection and the change of everything we were.
He’d claimed me so completely. Not just my body but my heart. I was amazed and overcome by all we’d done, but couldn’t wait to do it all again—and soon.
Chapter 39
Seb
Being completely inside of Indy had felt like a spiritual experience. We’d transcended time and space; it was just us and our pleasure. We’d become one, and having this with Indy was the best feeling in the world.
No one had ever been able to take my whole cock before, and Indy had made it look easy. As he’d rocked on top of me, he’d looked like a debauched angel giving into the devil, letting me corrupt him and make himmine. He was dirty in the best of ways and embraced his sexuality so fully as he took all the pleasure he wanted from my body.
It was hot as hell!
Gripping his small hips to help him bounce on my cock was an experience I’d never forget. To connect with Indy this way—I was forever changed.
This man, made of sunshine and positivity, had broken down my walls and made himself at home in my heart. I never wanted to let him go.
As we came down from our high, I enjoyed the feeling of him by my side as we snuggled and caught our breath. We should get cleaned up and ready for bed, but I didn’t want to break the spell.
Indy nuzzled my chest and let out a contented sigh. “I love you, Seb. I’m so glad I found you and took this chance.”
“You’re it for me, angel, and I’m so thankful to have you and Haze in my life.” I meant every word. He was my forever, and I hoped he understood how serious I was. “When you were younger, did you ever think about getting married? Like for real, for love rather than necessity. Is that something you’d want… one day?” Wanting to add‘with me’but too scared to name it if marriage wasn’t something he wanted.
He shifted to look at me, resting his chin on his hands over my pec. “I always longed to find a partner and a love that was just mine. To share my life, but I was so used to hiding who I was, I don’t think I ever thought about what a real marriage would be like for someone like me.” He paused, his eyes assessing me. “Is that something you’d want?”
“I’d love to marry you.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, and Indy’s eyes went wide. Scrambling to think of something to say, I croaked. “I mean, yes, I’d love to get married one day, but only if that’s something you want too.”
Indy’s body sagged, and I’ll admit that hurt a little. But I meant what I’d said—he was my forever, whether we got married or not.
“Honestly, it’s not something I’ve thought about. I mean, Lex and I were married, but that wasn’t a romantic thing. Our main reasons were for security, insurance, and in the hopes of getting Lexi’s family to back off. They never did and never accepted our marriage, but we’d known it was a long shot with how vindictive and spiteful her mother was. I’ve never had any examples of what a real marriage could be like. Lexi said she never wanted to get married for real. She always joked that I would be her one and only husband. She only had her parents' marriage as an example, and that was warped enough. She wanted to escape and forge her own path, become independent and free.”
My heart settled at his words. Marriage wasn’t off the table; it just wasn’t something he’d thought about. I couldn’t imagine not having good examples of loving couples around you. Yaya and Papu had been deliriously happy even when they snarked at each other, and Ma and Pa were like they never left their honeymoon phase. Pa worshiped the ground Ma walked on, and it was their love that inspired all of us, every day.
Maybe now that we’d talked about it, the thought would be in his head, and he might think about it more. I vowed to show Indy how much I loved him, every chance I got. We had forever, and if marriage wasn’t for him, then fine, but I would love him the way he deserved for as long as he’d let me.
We cleaned up and settled back in bed in our pajamas. Indy unlocked the bedroom door in case Hazel neededus. He was coming to Ma’s Sunday feast tomorrow, and I couldn’t wait to show him off to everyone.
I fell asleep with my arms around Indy and his small body tucked safely in front of me. He held my heart, and at times like this, forever didn’t feel like long enough.
Ma’s Sunday feasts were known throughout town and were packed and boisterous affairs, and today was no exception.
We’d visited the local thrift store and bought some extra clothes for Hazel and Indy so they didn’t need to worry about driving back and forth and could still come to Ma’s Sunday Brunch.
Hazel loved her new outfit as she twirled in her swishy skirt and leggings, giggling as the skirt spun out around her. She paired this with a black and white, graphic long-sleeved tee and black fingerless gloves we’d found, with bright pink skulls on them. She looked like a little grunge rocker right out of the eighties. Her scarlet hair was in pigtails today, and she looked adorable.
Indy was in his work pants as he hadn’t been able to find pants that would fit his small frame. He’d found a gray Henley and layered that with a T-shirt from the grocerystore with Hope’s Ridge mountain range on it. The t-shirt was geared to tourists, but Indy had loved it and said he wanted something to remember this weekend by. I’d kissed his cheek at the sweet blush that had accompanied his words.
Winter was in full swing, and we’d all bundled up in coats and scarves before walking to Ma’s house. Ma lived two streets over, and as we rounded the corner, all the cars, covering the lawns and driveways, came into view.
This would be a packed event.
