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She gushes and convulses as I shout her name. When she shouts, “Adam!” I pump and coat her with hot fountains of thick, sticky cum.
Epilogue
India
When we arrive at the wedding-cake white Beaux-Arts facade of the Hotel Monteleone, the twilight is just getting ready to give way to the dawn. The sumptuous suite is prepared for us, with margaritas on the balcony on a silver tray.
“You’re not sleepy, are you.” He’s not asking me, only telling me that he knows. “I’m not either.” He smiles over the salted rim of his glass as we sit to watch our first sunrise together.
He tells me that he wants babies. Lots of babies.
“It’s surprising. I wouldn’t make a thing about your age, Adam, but how come you didn’t start sooner?”
“How could I? Be fair. I only found you yesterday.”
“No other woman in the world would do for you?” I’m skeptical.
“I was telling a close friend yesterday morning that no woman would suit me.” He twinkles, “Seems I was out, but only by one.”
He wants to know my sad little family history, which is fair, but I’m afraid it will put him off. “There’s depressingly little to it. My father was cold. Distant. At least, he was for the few years that I knew him. My momma suffered. She grew a shell. She could have fun, though even that idea scared her, but I guess her experience warned me off men. I could never love a man as selfish as him.”
I look at him. I know that I have to be completely honest with him. I’ll expect it of him, too.
“I thought you were like that at first. But you’re not. You were just keeping yourself safe.”
“I’m not safe from you. You see everything about me.”
I move to sit in his lap. I worry that it will be uncomfortable for him, but I can’t bear to be apart from him. Not now. Probably never.
“So?” he asks me.
“So?” I say back.
“Bed?”
“You said you weren’t tired.”
“I’m not. And since you’re not, either, I’m going to fuck your brains out until we both are.”
“And then?”
“I would happily spend the rest of my life doing just that,” he says. “But there are two other things I need to do sometime soon.”
“Oh?”
“I need tango lessons.”
I nudge him. “You do not. I do, though.”
“Me first. I don’t want you dancing like that with anyone but me.”
“Likewise, Buster. What’s the other thing?”
“I need to marry you. Will you marry me?”
Epilogue
Adam
