“Really?” Her face lights up and she takes the stack of mail from me when I step on the boat. She squeals as she rips open the box with her name on it. “Oh, gosh,” she says dreamily. “It’s here. It’s real.”
She runs her palm over the cover of her book of poetry. She had sold it before we met, but it hasn’t been released yet. She’s been working on her next collection all year — but this is the first time she has held a copy of the work that is set to be published.
“I’m so proud of you,” I tell her, wrapping an arm around her waist, kissing her neck as she flips through the pages.
“Thank you,” she says. “All my dreams have come true. I feel like I live in a fairy tale. Only this is so much better than anything I’ve read. This is my life.”
“Our life,” I say, spinning her around. I drop to one knee, taking out the package from my pocket — a diamond ring set in gold. For her. “Marry me, Penelope Aurora. Be my bride, my wife, my first mate.”
She covers her mouth, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Oh, Pax. I thought you’d never ask.”
“Is that a yes?”
She laughs, dropping to the deck and kissing me. “I’ve been waiting for a year, so yes. Yes. A thousand times yes. I love you more than anything.”
I slip the ring on her finger. “I love you so much, baby.”
She kisses me again, running her fingers through my beard, and I laugh as she proceeds to devour me. Unbuttoning my shirt and tugging down my shorts, I’m glad we are in the middle of nowhere, alone, on a boat made for two. We can do anything on the open sea, and right now, my bride-to-be is running her hand over my thick cock, stroking me.
“Fuck, I love you,” I groan, my hand slipping under her dress, feeling her wet slit, eager for me.
We make love as the sun goes down. We make love knowing there will be many more nights just like this. Her and me, our bodies joined as one, out on the open sea.