Epilogue
Grace
The snow dusts the bushes outside of the chapel, the moon reflecting off the stained glass onto the wooden floor.
Soft music plays from my record player, Bing Crosby’s voice creating a warmth that the electric fireplace in the room cannot compare to.
I smile as I watch Milly pull out cinnamon rolls from the oven and place them on the counter.
“Nearly finished, my shadow.” She hums as she starts stuffing the frosting into the icing nozzle.
I stand up as she swirls the frosting in perfect circles over the delicious pastry. I move her long red hair away from her neck as I lean on the tips of my toes to kiss it softly. She sighs as I suck on her neck, pulling my lips away with a loud pop.
“Come here, Milly.”
She turns to me with the frosting in her hands. “Yes?” She feigns innocence.
I laugh. “Kiss me,” I whisper.
Her expression softens as she takes her free hand to my face and pulls me to her lips. Our mouths move in perfect synchronization, knowing each other’s movements like the back of our hands.
I pull on her bottom lip with my teeth, eliciting a soft moan that hums from her throat. She sneaks her tongue against mine and tangles it softly, pulling a moan from me.
She moves, I move. We are the other half of each other’s souls, desperately grasping at the other in the only ways we know how.
I pull her backwards toward the bed, and she gently lays me onto it. I open up my silk robe, revealing nothing underneath. I offer a shy but sly smile.
“My composure fails me, Shadow. You undo me entirely,” she offers breathlessly.
She places the frosting on the side of the bed and climbs over me, kissing along my neck for what feels like eternity until I’m panting and trembling. “Please, Milly.” I have found that I am not above begging when it comes to her.
She grins and snags the bag of frosting, squeezing it above my pussy. “Do forgive me, but I suspect this shall be delightfully messy.”
My jaw drops as I burst into laughter, but it quickly turns into sounds of pleasure as she sinks her fingers into my pussy. Her thumb rubs softly over my clit as she laps at the frosting just above. She moans, pulling her fingers out and placing them into her mouth to take a quick taste.
“The harmony of these flavors is quite exquisite.” She winks at me before quickly diving back into pleasuring me.
Her thumb and fingers make the most perfect rhythm that only she’s capable of creating.
She looks up at me again, winking, before she blows her cool breath against my pussy, goosebumps spreading all over my skin instantaneously.
“Whoa, fuckkkkkk.” I shiver. She smiles against my folds before feasting on me again.
The cold sensation heightens my pleasure to such an extreme that within seconds, I find my climax, shaking my legs as I scream her name in the chapel of our love.
“There you are, my love. Let yourself break upon me.” She continues her ministrations as I pant and garble words of pleasure and pleading.
For what? I don’t know, but Milly seems to, because without hesitation, she continues to stroke my clit with the perfect pressure.
She moves her fingers in and out of me, curling perfectly into the impeccable spot.
The sensations are too much, everything all at once, my eyes starting to gloss over as I grip her hair, pushing her face against my clit. She eagerly obliges, licking me into another dimension.
“Oh fuuuccckkkkkkkk,” I moan out as the pressure of her tongue shoots stars across my vision. I squirm, shake, and squeal until suddenly I’m exploding again. “Milly!” I scream as my legs shake, her tongue elongating the euphoria as I feel myself become incredibly wet.
Milly groans a sound of delight, and I look down at her licking her lips. “Remarkable. Quite the novel reward. It seems I have been bestowed a new mission each time.”
I just fucking squirted.
I bring my hands up to my face, feeling my cheeks blush aggressively.
“Oh, do not be so bashful, Shadow. Truly, this dessert is the sweetest delight I could hope for this Christmas Eve.”
I hide behind my hands a moment longer until I feel Milly gently pull them away.
“Truly, that was what you call… “fucking hot”.” I burst into laughter, and she beams at me.
“Get over here.” I pull her lips to mine before I flip her onto her back.
“My turn,” I growl as I pull down the fuzzy sweatpants she constantly steals from me.
“Perfect,” I mumble to myself as I look at her pussy.
I lean forward instantly, taking a long stroke with my tongue through her folds, feeling her body buck off the bed.
“Fuck,” she sighs.
I continue to gently lap between them as I glance up to see her twisting her nipples.
I groan as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I’m already wet again. I bring my hand up and gently place one finger inside her, targeting her clit more aggressively with my tongue.
She moans instantly, and I smile against her lips.
“Scream for me, Milly,” I whisper.
I lick over and over again as I gently press another finger inside her, feeling her squeeze them so tightly. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” I bite at her clit. She squeals and bucks her hips up.
I bring my free hand up and press on her abdomen to lay her flat as I devour her in every way possible. She starts to kick her legs, and I know she’s getting close, because within seconds, she’s screaming, “Grace!” with all the air in her lungs as I draw her orgasm out as long as ghostly possible.
She settles down onto the bed, and I leave a gentle kiss against her lips before pulling my fingers out of her and putting them directly into my mouth. I moan, “You’re right. This is better than any pastry I’ve ever eaten.”
She lifts her head in shock. “One wonders if offense is due,” she mumbles before giving me a shit-eating grin and tossing the bag of frosting at me.
I squeal, jumping away from the bed as we chase each other through the cozy little room that we’ve made ours, knowing that the future we have together is limitless.
She throws her arms around my waist, and I giggle uncontrollably as she nibbles my neck before the sound of knocking hits our door. “Oh shit.” I glance at the time, rush over to our dresser, and start putting on clothes.
“Quick, Milly. Get dressed.”
She grins at me instead and sways her hips as I watch her bend over to pick up her belongings. Fuck, that ass. I groan internally.
“Please, for the love of god, put clothes on so I do not become possessive.”
She laughs and disappears as I rush to the front door. I smooth my sweater and pull open the door to be greeted by Professor Blackthorne with Bea right behind him.
To be continued…