Epilogue #2
Helping her up, I kissed her, but she pulled back and reached for the 8-Ball. “Do I like it when you blow in my mouth?” she said out loud as she shook it and showed me AB-SO-FUCKING-LUTELY. She grinned like a maniac. “I love this thing,” she laughed.
I pulled it out of her hands and asked my question. “Speaking of blowing, am I going to blow Audra’s mind tonight?” AYE-AYE CAPTAIN.
“You really are my favorite, Sir Donovan Wright,” she said as she kissed me again.
I picked her up with one arm and brought her over to the bed, which was clearly set out to do exactly what we were doing.
Setting down the Magic 8 Ball on the nightstand, I pulled the rest of her clothes off because I simply couldn’t wait any longer.
I knew this had been a fantasy of hers, but the scene that had played in my mind over the last eight months had me dying to act it out.
I kissed her deeply and moved my hand quickly down her body between her legs, and she spread for me.
There was no resistance as I pushed my fingers inside of her.
“Baby, you’re already wet. I haven’t even started yet. ”
“You know how much I like sucking your dick, Van,” she panted.
“I don’t even need the Magic 8 Ball for confirmation on that,” I laughed, and she laughed along, but it turned to a moan real quick when I moved to the floor and put her on the edge of the bed.
She positioned her feet on my shoulders, and I pushed her knees down into the mattress.
She was as wide open as she could be, glistening with desire.
“Holy, holy shit, Audra. You are looking extra delicious tonight,” I said as I started gently circling her clit with my thumb.
I could tell how badly she wanted it because she was already moving against me.
Kissing her thighs, I finally settled my face between her legs and circled her entrance with my tongue before swiping up to her clit. Her entire body folded in half.
“I’m just getting started here, Chaos, lie back down.” Using her favorite tricks, I brought her to orgasm just as quickly as I had gone off.
The past two months, I had become an armchair expert on the Aurora Borealis, and I’d been obsessively tracking space weather for weeks.
As such, I knew conditions were extremely favorable for a hell of a show.
Though I couldn’t control shit, in my fantasy world, I wanted to be inside of her when she first saw them.
If that meant I’d have to spend all night fucking her for the next three days, which is how long we had the Slut Hut, so be it.
I crawled back up her body and flipped us over so she could be on top.
She was high on her knees as I notched at her entrance.
We’d stopped using condoms after that first time in front of the Empire State Building, and there was nothing in this world that felt as good as the sensation of when I first entered her every single time.
After all the sex we’d had, she still always felt so damn tight.
Letting me control her hips, I circled them on my erection and she dropped lower, inch by inch.
It took an immense amount of willpower not to just slam up into her.
When I was fully buried, she tried to get me even deeper, by grinding down harder.
“You feel so fucking good, Donovan. So. Fucking. Good.” Her head tipped back in pleasure, and I let her use me how she wanted, which was usually some sexy combination of grinding, bouncing, and circling. All of it was hot and I couldn’t even name which of those was my favorite.
Finally, I pulled her down so we were chest to chest because I wanted the closeness of kissing her.
Then, I held her hips steady while I lazily thrusted in and out.
I’d always take any excuse to grab those fucking hips.
We took our time and went through a litany of our favorite positions, but by the end, both of us were sweaty, and needed relief badly.
We’d have to give it another go later tonight.
I sat up on the bed and put my back against the headboard while I pulled her on top of me.
This was usually detonation for her. But when I was buried again, I looked up at her and noticed a flash of green behind her head.
No fucking way was this going to work out for me.
“Audra,” I said as I took her off me and laid her on her back with her head at the foot of the bed.
She was confused at first, but before she could say anything, I thrust into her again.
Her eyes closed at the sensation. “Chaos, open your eyes,” I said as I moved in her.
Her eyes got wide as she realized the sky was starting to streak in greens and purples.
It was like watching wisps of colored smoke in the air.
I grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head as I moved in her.
She was staring beyond me towards the sky while I was just focused on her beautiful face.
When I could sense her getting close again, I sat up with her legs spread out around me and alternated watching my dick sink into her and the awe-struck pleasure on her face.
When I brought my thumb to her clit, she went off.
As soon as she did, I crumpled around her and pumped a half dozen more times before I blew every last bit of my release inside of her.
I wasted no time and pulled out so I could lie beside her, so we could watch the show together.
It was no longer wisps of smoke; the sky was lit up.
Even though I’d seen them before, they’d never looked like this.
“This can’t be happening,” she whispered. “I know you’re rich, Van, but who the hell did you pay to make this fantasy come true? Wait, are these windows really screens?”
I bellowed laughter in response. “Oh Chaos, I would have paid millions if I could have guaranteed this show. But this,” I gestured around, “isn’t a screen, it’s all natural.”
“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. This is the most beautiful everything. Tonight is once in a lifetime,” she gushed.
That was it. That was the segway I was going to use for my big question. The woman had set up her own proposal. “It really is. I’m going to start the fire real quick.”
“Ok, I’m going to run to the bathroom.”
“Here,” I jumped out of bed ahead of her and gave her a piece of lingerie from the gift box.
There were some dirty-as-sin pieces but some silky, pretty ones too, so I handed her one of those.
I put on my boxer briefs because I felt like a fully nude proposal wouldn’t be how either of us wanted to remember it.
While she was in the bathroom, I pumped her favorite playlist through the speaker and started the tiny gas fireplace, setting it to the lowest setting so it didn’t impede our ability to see.
Then, looking over my shoulder a few time, I fished the ring out of my bag.
Although I had played it out a million times in my head, my stomach was still flip-flopping with nerves.
Everything I’d ever done paled in comparison to how I felt at that moment.
Climbing back into bed, I sat with my back on the headboard and put the ring box under my butt while I covered my legs. After she crawled back in, I put my arm around her as we watched the sky dance for a couple more minutes before I worked up the courage to say what I had to say.
“This is perfect,” I opened.
She turned to look up at me and smiled warmly with her bottom lip tucked into her teeth as she nodded. “It really is,” she answered. “Like I said, once in a lifetime. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“Once in a lifetime,” I said back to her.
“Are you okay? Your heart is beating super fast.” She looked up at me again, and it was my turn to nod my head. Leave it to my little empath nurse to pick up on something like that. I took a deep breath and pulled away.
I stayed on the bed, but moved in front of her body and spun to face her. While the Northern Lights danced around me, I got on one knee. Even I knew how freaking epic it was.
“Audra, this is beautiful and all, but you are the most beautiful. You are my once in a lifetime. You are unequivocally the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I knew it was you the moment we had more than a couple of words. I love everything about you, Chaos. I love the way I feel with you. I love the fun, happiness, and laughter share. I’ll never be able to express how grateful I am to you for showing me what unconditional love looks like, and for teaching me how to trust. My soul found a home with you the day I stumbled upon you in the flower shop.
Audra Emory King, my greatest adventure would be to grow old with you.
Let me love you forever, in this life and the next. Will you marry me?”
She shot up from her seat to her knees and wrapped her arms around me with such force she almost bowled me over. My brain caught up quickly, and I returned the excited hug while exhaling my breath.
“Yes!” she whispered as tears filled her eyes.
“My God, yes. This is the best proposal of all time. I had no idea this was happening on this trip. I love you so, so much, Donovan. You have been it for me since that first day we talked, too. Is that crazy? It’s definitely crazy.
” She answered herself as she kissed me with both hands on my face.
Then she held out her hand so I could put the ring on, but quickly pulled back and sat back on her feet. “Wait, wait,” she said. “Ask me again.”
“What?” I stuttered. “Like my whole speech?” Um, that certainly didn’t happen when I went through potential scenarios in my head.
“No, just ask the big question.”
I tilted my head at my crazy almost fiancé. “Um … Audra Emory King, will you marry me?”
She bent back and reached for the Magic 8 Ball, amusement twinkling in her eyes.
She shook it and cracked up as she showed me.
A HUNDRED TIMES YES. What an absurd thing to do at that moment, yet I couldn’t love it any more.
Our laughter tangled together as I slid the ring onto her finger.
Because all my favorite things were custom, the ring had to be too.
It was a halo-style, four-carat center stone, that caught every beam, and I joked that the surrounding stones represented how many days it took before I realized I was head over heels for her—sixteen.
“Donovan,” she gasped, “This is the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.”
“Once in a lifetime?” I winked at her.
“Oh my God, yes,” she said breathlessly. “You are my perfect, Donovan James Wright. I can’t wait to call you my husband.”
“And I can’t wait to call you my wife.”
My fiancé wanted dirty, dirty sex under the Northern Lights, but that night we mixed it up and made sweet, sweet love under them too. We saw them at least half the nights we were in Iceland and had an adventure for the ages. I anxiously awaited the photo book she would put together.
For years, I chased the rarest and most unforgettable places across the globe, always believing there was more brilliance to explore, more beauty to find.
Though I would never get rid of the wanderlust, I had the breath-stealing epiphany that sometimes the most extraordinary thing in the entire world could simply be standing next to you, just holding your hand.
And that was the most worthy discovery I ever could have made.
THE END
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