Epilogue #2
With my free hand, I caress her boobs, teasing her nipples. She throws her head back on my shoulder, moaning with reckless abandon. Her ass pushes deliciously against my cock, and it’s taking every ounce of control in me not to pound into her.
But tonight is all about her. And I show her exactly that.
Suddenly she screams out my name, her body shuddering as her walls contract violently around my fingers. My two fingers remain inside her, and I continue to rub the front wall of her vagina.
“Hold me, hold me,” she murmurs as the last bit of tremors rack her body.
After she comes down and her breathing has somewhat returned to normal, I ease us out of the tub carefully, one arm braced behind her back, the other under her knees.
She doesn’t protest, just curls into me with a sleepy sound that hits me straight in the chest. I dry her off, taking my time, blotting instead of rubbing.
I wrap her in one of those absurdly fluffy hotel robes and guide her back to the bed, settling her onto the pillows just as there’s a knock at the door.
Perfect timing.
I leave her tucked in and go to retrieve the room service tray, tipping the attendant before he can even finish his polite greeting. When I bring the food back, her face lights up with excitement.
“You thought of everything,” she says as I set the tray between us and climb in beside her.
We eat slowly, lazily, feeding each other bites as we talk. She laughs when I steal something off her plate. I kiss sauce from her fingers. It’s domestic and soft and us in a way that feels almost unreal.
When the plates are cleared and pushed aside, she curls into me again, her cheek against my chest, her leg thrown possessively over mine.
“Thank you,” she says quietly. “For tonight. For a beautiful Valentine’s. Although, being with you is all I really need.”
Something tight loosens in my chest.
“Happy anniversary,” I say, brushing my mouth over her hair. “I love you.”
She looks up at me then, really looks, and kisses me like it’s an answer she’s been holding onto all day.
“I love you too.”
There’s a pause after that. Not awkward. Intentional. Then she shifts.
“Okay,” she says, a spark lighting her eyes. “My turn to give you a present.”
She swings her leg over me before I can respond, settling her weight in my lap. Then she kisses me, slow and delirious. I thread my fingers through her hair, my cock twitching in anticipation.
She always has a way of making me dizzy with need.
I watch as she kisses her way down to my cock, then lowers her mouth to my tip.
My breath ceases. “Fuck,” I grit through my teeth.
Pre-cum pools on the crown of my cock, and she swipes her tongue over it, making a deep erotic sound in her throat. She does it again, and I close my eyes, muttering a soft curse under my breath.
“You’re killing me, baby,” I moan, burying my fingers in her hair.
Her lips stretch around me as she takes in more of me. She licks a long path from the tip of my cock down to the root and then down a bit further. My hand tightens in her hair, a deep grunt escaping me as she sucks one of my balls into her mouth.
“Oh yeah,” I moan shamelessly. “I like that.”
She takes the other ball into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue before licking a line back up the side.
By the time she reaches the slit on the head of my cock, another pool of pre-cum has gathered and started dripping down the sides of my shaft.
She laps each drop eagerly, causing an impossible rush of pleasure to course through me.
Another long, deep groan falls from my lips as she slowly sucks me down. She starts to bob her head, pulling in her cheeks as she moves her lips up my cock like she wants to savor every taste.
Then she starts to move faster, and I can’t resist the urge to grind my hips. The more her mouth moves up and down, the harder I fuck her mouth. My balls start to pull tight, pressure mounting in my lower belly.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I grit tightly.
She increases the speed of her movements, sucking me down her throat further and further each time, hollowing her cheeks out as she moves back up to the tip.
Fuck. When did she become such a pro?
I shove my cock all of the way down her throat and come with a low rumble. Load after load of cum shoots into her mouth, and she swallows as fast as she can, but drops of it slide out of the edges of her mouth.
She’s never looked more endearing.
I pull her back into my arms and kiss her slowly. I stroke my tongue over hers, savoring the lingering taste of me on her lips.
“Best Valentine’s present ever,” I murmur, dragging my lips down her jaw.
She laughs softly, that familiar sound that always loosens something in my chest.
“That wasn’t your present,” she says. “I just…got distracted.”
Before I can ask what she means, she slips out of bed. I watch her cross the room, bare feet against the floor, moving with that easy confidence she’s grown into over the years. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small box, turning it over once in her hands before bringing it back to me.
“For you,” she says.
I take it, confused, my pulse already starting to thud harder for reasons I don’t yet understand. It’s light. Too light. I open it anyway.
For a second, my brain refuses to process what I’m seeing.
Then it clicks.
The room seems to tilt.
I look up at her, then back down at the test strip in the box, then up at her again, like maybe one of those things will change if I stare long enough. My chest tightens so suddenly it almost hurts.
“Georgia,” My voice comes out rough. “Is this—?”
She nods, eyes shining. “Yes.”
Shock gives way to something bigger. Heavier.
Joy crashes into me so hard I have to sit there for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.
We’d talked about trying. We’d agreed to start, to see what happened.
I’d known it could happen quickly, in theory…
but I hadn’t believed it would. Not like this. Not so soon.
I stand abruptly and pull her into me, lifting her off the floor without even realizing I’m doing it. She laughs, arms winding around my neck as I press my face into her hair, my throat tight, my eyes burning.
“I—” I exhale, a broken sound of disbelief and gratitude.
“I never imagined any of this.” I set her back down only so I can look at her properly, framing her face in my palms. “That letter,” I say quietly.
“I never imagined one letter would lead me here. To you. To this. To everything I didn’t even know I was missing. ”
Her expression softens.
“I didn’t think anyone would really read it,” she admits. “I almost didn’t send it.” She shakes her head, smiling. “I never thought you’d actually find me. Or that you’d keep choosing me, over and over.”
I rest my forehead against hers. “There was never a choice.”
She breathes out a small, emotional laugh. “I think we were always meant to find each other. Fate just…needed a push.”
I kiss her then, pulling her back into my arms. I place one hand at her lower back, gently pressing her body against mine.
“I love you, Georgia,” I say softly.
She smiles against my chest. “I love you, Zane.”
~The End