Epilogue
RENZO
“Merry Christmas, everyone! Thank you for coming out on this cold winter evening to help me celebrate the holidays as well as ten years of Thistle and Petal,” Jaylin announces as she raises her glass.
I couldn’t be prouder of my wife. She opened her floral shop just over ten years ago - a few months after our wedding. She thought long and hard about the name, and eventually settled on Thistle and Petal. I’m the thistle, and my sweet girl is the petal, of course.
Jaylin is absolutely beaming as her friends and employees clink their glasses and give her a round of applause. She deserves every ounce of praise.
My wife not only works her ass off building up her business, but she’s also an incredible mother to our three kids.
Anthony, our oldest, is nine. He’s serious and stoic, much like me.
Jaylin can get both of us to smile, which is why we love her so much.
Our six-year-old, Marcus, has a contagious smile, and I’m convinced he has enough energy to power the entire Midwest for years.
Silla, our youngest at just three, is the most adorable little girl in the world.
She has me bending to her will with one look.
Jaylin is stronger than I am, which is probably a good thing. She balances me out.
Tonight, however, the kids are in the care of Rita. She adores her surrogate grandkids and jumped at the opportunity for a sleepover.
I’m very pleased to have my wife all to myself tonight, but I don’t know if I can wait until we get home to have a little taste. I spot my beautiful girl chatting with one of her employees, both of them laughing at a story about a customer.
I walk up behind her and rest a hand on her lower back. Jaylin peers over her shoulder and tries, unsuccessfully, to fight a smile.
“Jaylin, can I talk to you for a second? I want to go over some party details in the other room.”
“Yeah, of course.” She finishes up her conversation and turns to me, letting me lead the way.
We walk down the hall in silence, the tension building between us. It’s the sweetest kind of torture. I know she feels it, too, when I glance over at her and see her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
I open the door to a closet and pull her inside, slamming the door behind us.
“Where—”
I cut her off by pushing her against the closed door and devouring her mouth. She opens for me and sucks on my tongue, making me growl. My hands grasp her neck, my thumbs caressing her jawline as I tilt her head to the side to deepen our kiss.
When we finally break for air, I rest my forehead on hers.
“Jesus, I can’t get enough of you, angel.”
“Even after all these years?”
“Every single day, I somehow want you more than the last. I don’t see that ever changing.”
I want to rip her clothes off and sink into her tight, silky heat to prove my point, but there’s not enough room in this storage closet to do everything I want to her. I’ll just have to give her a few orgasms with my mouth.
I take her lips one more time, sweeping my tongue inside and gliding it along the roof of her mouth. She moans so sweetly, so softly for me. When I pull back, her eyes are clouded over with lust. Goddamn, my baby girl looks good like this.
“You’ll have to be quiet for this next part. Can you do that for me, Jaylin?”
“What do you mean?”
I answer her question by thumbing open the button on her black pants and pulling them down and off her legs, along with her panties.
In one swift move, she’s naked from the waist down, and I’m kneeling before her.
I don’t give her time to protest or question my actions.
I just throw one of her legs over my shoulder and lick her slit from bottom to top, making her tremble in my hands.
“Fuck, you’re already wet for me.”
I suck on every part of her perfect pussy, letting her juices drip down my chin.
She’s marking me with her flavor. I lift her other leg to rest on my shoulder, opening her up even more for me.
I pin her to the wall using my body, my hands on her hips.
She grips my hair and pulls as I eat her to a drenching orgasm.
Jaylin bucks against my mouth, coming hard and fast.
I lick her through it, adding my finger into her dripping entrance.
“Please, please, that’s... I can’t...”
Her pained pleas only spur me on. I drop my finger from her tight hole and trade it for my tongue, fucking her this way until she comes again.
I let go of her hip and bring one hand down on her ass, smacking her once, twice, three times, until she’s squirting into my mouth with another release, giving me what I need.
I growl into her soaking cunt, her juices driving me to the point of madness. I want more, but I know she’s spent. Plus, we have a party to get back to.
“Fuck, Renzo, ohmygod, fuck… Renzo,” she breathes out as she comes down from her high.
Jaylin sags against the door, her body limp, eyes closed. I carefully set her legs back down and lean her against the door for support while I stand up. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her soft, welcoming lips, letting her taste her own release.
She breaks the kiss and licks me clean. Fucking Christ.
I hold her until she regains her strength, and then I help her with her pants. When she’s all put back together, Jaylin looks up at me through her long lashes, still flushed from her orgasms.
“Thank you,” she breathes out. “I didn’t know how much I needed that.”
I chuckle and kiss her nose and lips. “Thank you, sweet girl. Any time I get to taste you is a treat.”
She sighs and melts into my embrace. “I love you so much, Renzo. I love our lives together.”
“Me too, love. You amaze me every single day with your bright smile, brilliant mind, and kind heart. Some days, I still can’t believe you’re mine.”
We stay wrapped up in each other for a few more moments, then Jaylin untangles herself from my arms. She holds out her hand and smiles at me. “Ready to go back out there?”
I lace our fingers together and press a kiss to her knuckles. “I’ll follow you anywhere, angel.”
THE END