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I can't wait anymore. Giving her one last fierce kiss, I tug her dress up and get to my feet, yanking her ankles until her butt is right at the edge of the bed, and she's open for me. "Missed you so fucking much," I grunt, already tugging away her panties and nipping at the tender skin of her inner thigh.

She tastes even sweeter than I remember, but the sharp gasp I hear from above me as I draw my tongue through the lips of her pussy for the first time is so much better. My cock is aching to the point of pain, but I don't give a damn if this is all she gives me. I could eat her all night and leave with an imprint of my fly on my cock and a smile on my face for all I care. I've barely even settled in, licking her clit and pumping my fingers into that tight-as-fuck channel when she comes with a cry, her thighs tightening on either side of my head.

I look up to meet her eyes, my cock somehow getting even harder when I see the dazed, flushed look on her face. "Sorry baby girl, I'm not done with you yet." I don't take my eyes off her as I push two fingers back into her pussy, curling them to hit her spot and fucking her slowly in and out. I could do this all day, but my girl has other ideas.

"I need you." She cries as she rolls her hips into my hand and lets out a cute little gasp when I drop my thumb to rub circles on her clit. Who fucking knew that thirty years of practicing guitar until my fingers bled would be to prepare me for this.

"You need me?" I grin despite myself, moving my fingers a little faster. "You have my fingers, Juliet. Isn't that enough?"

She shakes her head. "No, Phillip, please-"

"Use your words, baby girl. I'll give you whatever you want, but you need to ask."

Her chest heaves, and I can feel her inner walls fluttering over my fingers, getting closer to the edge. Reaching down with my free hand, I fumble with my belt and fly, tugging them away just enough to free my throbbing cock. Stroking myself, I lean back down to replace my thumb with my lips, suckling her little nub.

"Oh my god, fuck me.Please fuck me, Phillip!"

She's barely finished saying the words before I'm on my feet, lining up the head of my cock with her entrance and thrusting forward with a groan. I want to rock her world, to make her remember how fucking good we are together, but every single thought is wiped from my head as I bottom out inside her. There are no games being played here, only instinct. The whole world could be burning outside this house, and I doubt I would notice as I arch my big body over her small one and let loose, pounding into her tight sex so hard that the bed frame groans beneath us and my thighs burn from the workout they're getting.

Beneath me, Juliet clings to me, gasping and whimpering as I drill into her, taking everything I have to give. I'm not going to last long, pleasure is already starting to tighten at the base of my spine, and my balls are drawn up and tight, ready to spill a full load into the woman I love.

"Fuck." I groan, "You need to cum, baby girl."

I don't need to tell her twice. Juliet finishes with a loud cry, her inner walls clamping down on my cock, milking the cum out of my body in endless, thick spurts.

"God." I collapse beside her and drag her into my arms. I hadn't realized how badly I needed that, not the orgasm but the closeness with her. I can feel the tension she's been carrying in her body is gone, and when she turns in my embrace to kiss me sweetly, my heart wrenches in my chest. She needed this too. "You're so fucking amazing, baby girl," I whisper hoarsely when we break apart. "Love you so damn much."

"I love you too," Juliet whispers, smoothing her hand over my chest.

I want to pound my chest and announce it to the world. I'm so happy, but there's something in her eyes, fear, that makes my chest constrict. "Baby girl." I beg, "Tell me what's on your mind. Please. I know there's something."

A hysterical little laugh bubbles from her lips. "I don't want to upset you. Things are going so well," She trails off, miserably shaking her head.

I know what she isn't saying, though. "You don't have to be strong for me, baby girl." I run my thumb over her trembling bottom lip. "Trust me. I know I don't deserve that, but give me a chance to prove it to you. Give me a chance to be strong for you."

Her whole body is tense, all the loose, warm, post-orgasm relaxation gone. Her eyes search mine as she draws a long, steady breath. "I'm pregnant."

Pregnant. I've gone tense too now but for a whole other reason. Pregnant. She's pregnant. Juliet is pregnant with my child.

An incredulous, ecstatic smile spreads over my face. "Pregnant." I echo, my chest so full it could burst. The last time someone told me that, I was nineteen years old. I didn't love the woman who said it to me, and all I cared about was playing guitar and taking Enflamme to the next level.

Now? Now, there aren't words for how fucking happy I am.

"Marry me." I didn't plan to say those words today, though they've been lingering at the edge of my imagination from the moment I laid eyes on the woman in my arms for the first time. I've had a lot of dreams that seemed impossible, but this one was by far the most. "Marry me, Juliet," I repeat, closing the distance between us to kiss her forehead, cheeks, chin, and lips. "Marry me."

She sobs, and I kiss away her tears too. "You mean it?"

"More than anything." I draw back again to meet her eyes. "Marry me."

"You don't have to do this just because I'm pregnant!"

I snort, shaking my head. "It's not because you're pregnant. It's because you're it for me, you're the love of my life, and I'd have to be a fucking idiot not to marry the hell out of you." I probably shouldn't curse while proposing, but my sassy, fierce girl doesn't seem to mind.

"Okay." She finally whispers, her eyes shining and her smile bigger than I've ever seen it. "I'll fucking marry you."

Epilogue

Juliet

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