Epilogue – Rhea
Epilogue
Rhea
I stand on the balcony of our Hawaiian suite, taking in the view that still doesn’t feel real even after three days.
Lush green mountains rise beyond the white sand beach, turquoise waves roll gently toward the shore, and palm trees sway in the warm breeze.
The morning sun casts golden light across the water, and I feel like I’m on another planet.
I never want to leave. Behind me, the sheer white curtains billow through the open doors, and I hear rustling from inside.
Zeth stirs awake in bed. I smile to myself and turn to look at him.
He’s stretching, the sheets tangled around his waist, and I drink in the sight of him.
His charcoal-gray skin glistens in the morning light filtering through the curtains, and his silver markings shift and pulse as he moves, running through his body like living veins.
His shoulders roll back, his muscled chest and arms flexing, and God, he’s beautiful. Strong, and powerful, and mine.
My eyes travel lower, pausing when I see the sheet has slipped down to reveal his massive cock resting heavily against his stomach.
I bite my lip. This is our third day of vacation, and I’ve already done everything with that gorgeous cock – had it in every way possible – but looking at him now, I can’t help myself. I need to taste him.
I move from the balcony into the bedroom, running my hands slowly over my body as I walk.
The sheer white nightdress slides against my tanned skin, the silk doing nothing to hide my hard nipples.
I’m dripping wet just from looking at him.
Zeth’s eyes open and lock onto me. I can see how much he wants me.
I crawl onto the mattress between his spread legs.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning,” he says.
I look down at his twitching cock and add with a smile, “And good morning to you, too.”
I run one hand from the base of his cock up to the engorged head, tracing the silver markings on his length with my fingertips.
They’re more prominent when he’s hard, and I love the texture of them.
I lean down to leave open-mouthed kisses along his shaft, starting at the base and working my way up.
My lips drag against his skin, my tongue darting out to taste him.
I kiss down the other side, taking my time, and his cock twitches and jerks under my attention.
The silver markings become even more engorged as I lick over them, and I hear him groan above me.
I continue for several minutes, and Zeth watches me with hooded eyes, his breathing getting heavier.
I can feel him struggling to stay still.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and guide the head to my lips.
I open my mouth as wide as I can and take him in slowly, inch by inch.
The girth stretches my jaw, fills my mouth, and I can barely take half his length before my gag reflex threatens.
I pause there, breathing through my nose.
Then I begin moving. My hand strokes the inches I can’t fit in my mouth while I hollow my cheeks and create suction as I pull back.
My tongue works against the underside of his shaft, and I focus on the head, swirling my tongue around the tip.
I taste the dark precum beading there, and I take him deeper, relaxing my throat.
My hand and mouth work in tandem, and I vary the pressure and speed, paying attention to his reactions.
Zeth sinks his hand into my hair, his fingers tangling in the loose strands.
He guides me slowly, setting a rhythm, and his hips jerk, pushing deeper into my mouth.
But he doesn’t force me and doesn’t take control completely.
He lets me lead, just guiding gently, and I can feel his thighs tense.
His breathing becomes ragged, punctuated by low groans.
His muscles coil tighter, his cock swells even more in my mouth, and I know he’s close. I prepare myself, breathing steadily through my nose. I maintain the suction, the stroke of my hand, and the movement of my tongue as best as I can.
He lets out a deep grunt and whispers, “Fuck, you’re so good to me, fuck, fuck.”
He spills down my throat in hot pulses, and I swallow, but there’s so much black cum flooding my mouth, thick and abundant, that it gathers at the corners despite my best efforts.
Some leaks down my chin, but I keep my mouth on him through it, swallowing each pulse.
His hand tightens in my hair, his hips jerking with aftershocks.
I release him and lick my lips. I use my fingers to wipe the black seed from my chin and lick them clean while maintaining eye contact. Then I climb up his body and take his face between my hands. I kiss him passionately, letting him taste himself on my tongue.
I break the kiss just enough to whisper against his lips.
“And that’s breakfast.”
Zeth flips our positions. He pushes me onto my back and pins me under his weight. I gasp, then laugh at the sudden movement.
“Time for my breakfast now.”
His hands run over my body through the silk nightdress, then he rolls the fabric up my thighs and over my hips, bunching it at my waist. I’m so wet for him, and I laugh again, this time breathless with anticipation.
I look down at him as he buries his head between my legs without hesitation.
I feel his breath against my sensitive skin, then his tongue dives into me, and my eyes roll in my head.
As I lie there, his mouth exploring me, I think to myself that I’m the luckiest girl alive.