Princess & the Player

the end

Marco's POV:

Despite the drama, we made our choice. I got the internal transfer process started that night. None of us got any sleep as we looked at housing and schools and neighborhoods and touristy stuff we'd want to see. Scottie came the next morning and took the kids for a weekend with Jacob and his mother to chill them out. 

He bitched about only getting one day off a week and spending it with the kids, which I took to mean that things were back to normal with him and he'd stopped feeling guilty about letting Maggie get the shit beaten out of her for years.

Maggie said no, that before he wouldn't have come to help in the first place if he wasn't still trying to make things better. 

OK, we'll just agree to disagree about Scottie. 

I had planned on proposing back on the bench where I gave Maggie the last ring but before I could suggest it after the kids left, she was on her knees pulling my dick out.

So, I wasn't the only one dying for it.

Of course, I couldn't exactly propose while she was sucking on me so I just stripped off my clothes and went with the flow. I sat down on the couch and she climbed on top of me without a moment's foreplay.

She was rocking back and forth as I pulled her shirt over her head.

"Hmmmm. I missed you."

"Understatement," I agreed, lifting her tits into my hands and sucking one nipple after another. "Do you have any idea how many times I jacked off thinking about you in the last year?"

"Me?" She moaned.

"Yeah, you," I lifted my hips to change our rhythm and grabbed her ass. I needed to come, so bad, and really regretted only have two hands... "Touch yourself," I ordered.

She slipped a hand down between us and began stroking herself. Her nipples got harder and her face flushed. "I love you," Maggie met my eyes.

F*ck it, I wasn't gonna last another minute. I pumped her hips up and down on me harder and harder. I felt her grow tight around me and could see she was starting to explode. That pushed me over the edge with her.

She collapsed against me, her chin in my neck, panting. We were both sweating and getting a little stuck together but we didn't move.

"Hand me my pants," I pointed. I got them and pulled the box out of the pocket.

"You're not...now? You're still in me."

"Pretty good analogy," I lifted my eyebrows. "I was planning to take you to dinner and then a walk on campus."

"Well I want that. And flowers, too."

"OK," I put the box back in my pocket. "And I want you, again, bent over this couch. I've got a year of celibacy to make up for."

"Excuse me? I was just as celibate as you..."

"Of course, but..." Oof. Wrong thing to even start to say.

She lifted her eyebrows and climbed off me. "Something to tell me?"

"Yes. I love you and only you, ever. We will never be apart again."

"Never?"

"I'm not even joking a little bit, Maggie. If I hadn't been working myself into exhaustion, I would have gone insane. I promised myself that we were never going through a separation like that again. I just want to put it behind us. Oh, God, even saying that...bend over that couch. Right now."