50. Epilogue
Epilogue
D eclan
Emma giggles as we stumble through my office doors, but the giggle turns into a moan when I draw her flush against my body. I swallow the sound, spinning around to press her against the door, using momentum to bang the door close.
The movement is a little violent, but I can't help it. Hunger for her tears through my gut.
"Hurry," Emma whispers as I fumble with the front of her shirt, noting her eyes now flush with desire. "They’ll be back any minute from now. We don’t have a lot of time."
I grunt, because she’s not telling me anything I don’t already know. We’ve been inundated with guests for weeks and dealing with a million logistical issues.
The reopening of the Pink Hotel is imminent, and Emma has been having a busy week, hiring new servers at her Grandpa's Tiki Bar, which is now pretty much inundated with customers each day. Between all the tourists that are flooding into town, fielding the reporters, wedding planning, and about a billion other things, Emma and I have barely had any time to ourselves. As such, my hunger for her has grown to epic proportions to the point where vivid daydreams interrupt my work.
Today is a rare day when Emma and I are alone at the nearly renovated Pink Hotel, and I plan on taking full advantage of it.
I hear a rip and finally give up on the buttons, deciding to just tear the shirt off her. Her eyes widen in shock especially when her bra quickly follows suit. I don’t have time for finesse.
If I’m not inside her within the next few minutes, I think I’m going to explode.
But I need to get her ready first.
I fill my hands with her mounds, plucking her nipples. Her eyeballs roll back and she moans. I squat a little and add my tongue into the mix, laving and nipping her engorged tip the way I know she loves it. Emma starts squirming against me, but I groan as her body brushes against my hard-on.
I take a step back, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath before suckling her into my mouth.
"Oh my God," she gasps. She reaches for my hips, but I catch her hands before she make contact, shaking my head. I can’t risk having her touch me right now. I just might die.
I suckle hard, and her head softly hits the door as she moans to the roof. I lift her into my arms and she wraps her legs around my waist. I’m stumbling deeper into the office, and the second my knee hits the corner of my table, I reach out and sweep the contents off. I hear a crash and a few thuds. Something large hits my toe, but I barely feel the pain.
All I feel now is pure hunger.
Emma grasps my hair, pulling my head to hers so she can devour my lips. I kiss her back just as desperately, our tongues dancing and tangling together, moaning into each other's mouths.
I sit her on the desk with her legs still wrapped around me. Then, I pull back and stare into her eyes as I reach down and rip off her panties. Thank God, she’s wearing a skirt today.
"Have I told you lately," I say in a voice that sounds like gravel. "How much I love you?"
With that, I push my finger into her damp pussy, through the damp curls, and slide over the nub into the entrance. She bites her lip and squirms again, eyes darkening with anticipation.
"I also love how wet you get for me," I continued teasing her around the rim. "I love your eyes, the way they glow. I love those lips that get so swollen when I kiss you. And I love that very soon, you're going to be Mrs. Declan Tudor."
"Declan." She’s moving now, nudging herself closer to my finger, undulating, and leaning back on her arms letting the pleasure take over. Fuck, I love watching her like this.
But as much as I want to see her explode, I want that explosion around my cock even more.
I withdraw my finger and in what feels like a million clumsy moves I unbuckle and jerk my pants down.
Her hands wrap around me and I have to squeeze every muscle in my body to keep from shooting off like a bastard.
When I can move again, I ease her hand off with a curse. Then I squeeze my hand around the base of my cock, and just stand there taking deep breaths through my nose. Emma stares at me curiously so I explain roughly, "I have to do this, or I’m going to come in like two seconds."
Emma smiles, but then shuts her eyes and cries out when I thrust my finger roughly into her.
Fuck.
She's so tight and wet, she sucks me right in.
"I’m not going to last," I tell her as I line my cock to her entrance.
"Neither am I," she says. "Hurry."
"Yes, ma'am," I whisper and with the first thrust, I know I'm going to be hers forever.
Later, as we lay on the couch, Emma stares up, smiling. I follow her gaze, which leads to the Pink Pearl, framed and hung up in my office for now, in preparation for the Pink Hotel’s reopening.
The sun from my window hits it at a certain angle, making the surface glitter.
And as we admire it, sated, the jewel seems to wink back.
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