Epilogue #3
Releasing her arms, I yank her back against me then step right into the window, my free hand moving to the tie on her robe. I give it a pull, watching as her robe opens, revealing her nude body beneath.
“Look closely,” I whisper. “Tell me what you see.”
A glance at her face shows her frown, and she attempts to move her hands in front of her, but I block her as I continue, “You know what I see?”
She shrugs and shakes her head, but says nothing, so I reply, “I see the most beautiful woman in the world, the giver of love and life, the perfect match to my soul.”
“Perfect match, huh?” she asks with a smile, her head leaning back against my shoulder.
I press my cheek against hers, my hands moving to her hips, swaying us side-to-side.
“That’s right. You challenge me while also lifting me up, keep me grounded while encouraging me to shoot for the stars.
You make me feel like the strongest man in the world while also hiding me from worries when I just can’t bear it. ”
Stroking my fingertips up her side, I slowly ease the robe from her shoulders, brushing the fabric down her arms where it falls the floor.
I step forward, moving her with me so she’s almost pressed against the glass, my fingers lazily pinching her nipple.
“How about now? Have you seen it like this before?”
“Oh God,” she gasps, her hips bucking erratically.
I drop my head so I can see her expression, her heavy-lidded eyes already drunk with lust. Lazily, I run my fingertips down her front, my middle finger just touching the top of her pussy, directly above her swollen clit.
She rolls her hips, doing her best to force my finger right where she wants, but I stop, easing off.
Gripping the back of her skull with my free hand, I push her head, my hand on her pussy keeping her hips steady so she bends rather than steps forward.
Head turned, her cheek presses against the glass, and I move my hand down between her shoulders, urging her to arch her back until her hard nipples just graze the cold glass.
Her breath is gasping, her chest heaving so on every inhalation her nipples run against the window, leaving a heated mark that disappears almost as soon as it appears. More pressure on her shoulders has her nipples pressed firmly into the glass. “Stay like that. Don’t move.”
I slide my fingertips down her spine, kneeling as I follow the path down between her ass cheeks, and my line of sight is directly on her pussy.
She’s wet, proof of her desire glistening right in front of my eyes.
I press a kiss on one ass cheek and then the other, my hands smooth over the soft globes as I say, “Spread your legs.”
She does so without comment, the move pressing her breasts more fully against the glass as her center of gravity shifts. Using my fingers, I spread her pussy open, my tongue zeroing in on her clit, licking and lapping before sucking, hard, until she moans loudly.
“You like that?” I ask with my mouth still pressed against her pussy. She whimpers, rocking back against me, and I pull away slightly, earning a frustrated groan from her. I lap at her a few times, chuckling as she curses me out, so I sit back and say, “Beg me.”
Her frustrated curse is sharp, so I sink a finger into her cunt, pull out, sink back in with two. “Beg me to make you come.”
“Please, let me come,” she groans. “Please, please, please.”
I twist around, bracing myself with one hand on the ground, my mouth going back to her clit. My fingers shoved deep, I pulse them rhythmically, the cadence of my tongue and push of my fingers moving together.
Her gasps and moans increase, her hips rocking, She comes, hard, liquid dripping down onto my chest and stomach and I growl, fuck her harder with my fingers and mouth until she does it again.
She pulls away sharply. “Stop. Please. It’s too much.”
I contemplate continuing, of holding her down and forcing her to come continuously, but she’s already moving, attempting to turn, but struggling.
Smiling at her awkward transition, I assist her in straightening, not releasing her until she’s facing me, her legs steady beneath her.
“Did you see something new, babe?”
She quirks a brow, her smile sly as she nods, but then she’s retrieving her robe from the floor, uses it to wipe the wet off my chest. I stand there, happy to have her touch any way I can get it, but when her eyes meet mine again, she’s frowning, so I ask, “What’s wrong?”
She frowns for a few more moments, then appears to have some kind of epiphany because she smiles brightly, drops the robe, steps into me.
“How about we play a little game,” she drawls, her hand going to my cock. “Roll the dice on whether or not we have one more baby.”
“I’m listening,” I murmur, my eyes closing at her touch.
“On Monday, you call and schedule your vasectomy.” She squeezes my shaft, sliding to the tip and back down again. “But in the meantime, you do your damnedest to make it stick…again.”
Every ounce of blood in my body is now in my dick. “You want it?”
She nods, moves in close, her lips pressing against my jaw, along my cheek to the corner of my mouth, where she licks me. I smile and ask, “You like the way you taste?”
“I like the way I taste on your lips,” she admits, going up on her toes, pressing her open mouth against mine.
She kisses me slowly, her tongue and lips dancing with mine, both of her hands stroking my dick until I moan.
She pulls away, releases me, backs up until she’s against the window. “You should fuck me right here.”
I stalk closer, my hand on my cock, my eyes locked with hers. “Should I now?”
She nods, leans back so her shoulders are braced against the glass, her feet placed wide. Her shoulders move down, her knees bend slightly, her legs part, her fingers slide along her stomach to her pussy, where she spreads herself open for me.
Licking my lips, I step between her legs, my hand stroking my cock, my eyes now focused between her legs. I bend my knees, squat down and rub the tip of my dick in her wet pussy. I push in an inch, pull back, push in slightly more as I chuckle huskily. “Gonna give me a workout?”
Rocking her hips responds, breathlessly, “You and me both.”
I ease in and out a few more times, slowly sinking into her when she says, “Spit on it,” and so I do, pooling saliva in my mouth and dribbling it on my cock.
Eyes locked with hers, I smear my saliva along my shaft, then turn my focus to her pussy as I slide my cock inside, slowly, firmly, until I hit the very end of her.
She whimpers, her legs shake, and I push deeper, my pubic bone grinding against her sensitive clit. Her hands move to my shoulders, grappling for purchase, her foot slips, and I barely manage to get my feet beneath me before she starts to fall into me.
I surge to my feet, now standing with one of her knees hooked over my elbow. I spread her wide, shoving her bodily against the window for leverage, my dick speared deep in her pussy.
I grind into her, then pull back and shove back in, short, deep pushes that have the room echoing with the slaps of our bodies connecting. Her hands push on my shoulders, keeping her shoulder pressed back so she can meet my thrusts, angling her hips just how she likes it.
I watch her face, as I always do, the play of emotions setting my blood on fire almost as much as the wet grip of her pussy gripping my cock.
I shove in sharply, she frowns, biting her lip.
I pull out, slowly, feeling the slippery drag along every inch of my dick and she gasps, whimpers, sobs, begging me to shove back in, over and over and over.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she moans, her eyes closing, her face twisting and then relaxing as her orgasms takes hold. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.”
I don’t stop, I keep on with the same rhythm, the firm thrusts of my cock inside her driving that pleasure deeper, until, I feel myself right there.
I increase my efforts, using her orgasm to fuel my own, until I rut into her like an animal. “Take it,” I grunt in time with my pulsing cock in her pussy. “Take it. Take it. Take it.”
I continue to pump into her long after my orgasm recedes, enjoying the slick feel of mutual release on my dick. She kisses my neck, my jaw, nuzzles my ear. I’m still holding her up with my body pushing her into the window, my panting breath on her neck.
My quads protest, my shoulders burn, and then my foot slips, sending me sharply to one side. I attempt to catch myself, to plant my foot more firmly, but it’s too late, gravity takes hold.
“Oh shit,” she yelps, as our balance teeters. Her leg slips from my grasp, falling against my hip. She reaches for the wall, comes up with air, instead attempts to clutch my shoulders, but it’s no use.
We slide to the floor, her mostly on top of me, a tangle of sticky limbs. I curse.
We lie there for a few minutes, sprawled on the floor in front of the window, wheezing from exertion and laughter.
After a while, we work to disentangle ourselves from each other, then, slowly, manage to come to our feet. Cassidy laughs, bent halfway over as she says, “I’m gonna feel that in the morning.”
“You ain’t kidding,” I respond, stretching my back out before attempting to take any steps. “I’m beginning to wonder if we really are getting too old for shenanigans.”
Tossing me my robe, she laughs. “Speak for yourself, old man.”
Glowering, I swat at her ass, but she dodges out of the way, giggling as she scurries toward the bedroom. I stop at the bathroom off the living room, quickly clean myself up before heading toward the master suite in search of her.
She’s putzing around in the en-suite bathroom, so I dump my robe on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, then pull the blankets down, lying on her side as has become may nightly ritual.
I just manage to roll out of the way before she falls onto the bed beside me, taking the warm spot as she always does.
I reach down, yank the blankets up over her, pull it across and over myself before lying next to her.
She thrashes about, eventually turning on her side, her hand reaching back for me until I turn toward her, pull her back against me.
Silence falls in the room, but it’s not heavy or cold; it’s comforting, that all-consuming warmth settling around us as sleep peeks in.
“What do you got?” she asks, her voice groggy, as if she was on the edge of sleep before it occurred to her to ask.
“You,” I murmur, turning my head so my face is pressed against hers. “I got you, babe.”
She sighs, and I sigh.
And then, we sleep.