Epilogue #2
Her fingers shook as she undid his belt, need making her clumsy.
Through the open fly of his pants, she wrapped her hand around his cock, working him in the slow, tight strokes he liked.
But she only got a few strokes in before he knocked her hand away, tugging her down so she straddled his lap, her throbbing core pressed to the hard length of him trapped between their bodies.
“How long do you think you can ride your toy before you come?” He flicked the phone screen again and both ends of the toy rumbled against her oversensitive parts with a low steady hum.
He pulled her hips flush against his, pushing the toy harder against her with the pressure of his cock against the gusset of her panties.
He groaned as the vibration moved through him as well, and suddenly she was determined to hold out, not to be the first to come, no matter how badly she wanted to—needed to.
She rocked against him, using his cock to drive the toy hard and fast against her clit.
“How does it feel?” he asked, his free hand gripping her ass and urging her on.
She fell forward, her forehead resting against his shoulder. “It’s not enough,” she groaned.
“Take off your panties.”
She hated leaving the steady pressure of riding him, but she knew he’d have something even better in store for her. He always did.
Getting to her feet, she stepped out of her panties as the toy turned off.
Derek set his phone down on the arm of the chair and took her by the hips, tugging her close.
He wrapped his hand around one of her calves and lifted her foot, setting it on his knee, opening her legs for him.
The fingers of his other hand ghosted over her swollen lower lips, the bulge of the silicone head nestled against her clit.
He slid the toy to the side, keeping the other end inside her, and licked a long stripe over her clit with the flat of his tongue. She shuddered as the heat of his mouth replaced the impersonal silicone.
“Which do you like better, baby? Your toy or my tongue?” Another lick, the slow drag of his teeth over the swollen, abused bud.
“Both,” she gasped, digging her hand into his hair, tugging on the strands. “I want them both.”
“Greedy.”
The curved end inside her roared to life, pulsing hard and fast, as he sucked her clit into his mouth, pulling on her with long draws.
“Oh, God. Derek. I’m going to—Fuck, I’m coming!” She folded over him as the orgasm ripped through her, fire searing through her veins and down her spine. Her hips rocked mindlessly against his mouth as the toy danced inside her, on and on until her lungs burned with the need to catch her breath.
At last, her climax abated, but she could already feel another one simmering beneath the surface. He leaned back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and repositioning the toy against her throbbing clit.
“Come here.”
He pulled her back into his lap, her knees bracketing his hips, and lined the head of his cock up with her entrance.
“But the toy—”
“Leave it,” he growled. “You can take us both.”
She wasn’t so sure, but good God did she want to try.
He pressed the tip of his cock against her, sliding inside by degrees.
The stretch was unlike anything she’d felt before and she cried out at the thick intrusion, the insistent press of him driving the end of the toy into the sensitive place behind her clit.
He swore as her inner muscles pulsed around him and pulled her down, hard and fast, driving the rest of his length into her with a merciless thrust.
“It’s too much,” she whimpered, shifting in his lap. “I can’t—”
“You can.” He caught her protests with a kiss far too tender for the overwhelming pressure between her legs.
“You’re doing so well, little menace. You’ve been such a good girl, letting me play with you all afternoon, keeping this pussy wet and ready for me.
Let me reward you.” She shivered, still not entirely convinced she would survive this reward, but she nodded all the same.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Taking us both. Letting me stuff you full. It’s going to feel so good when you come with us both inside you.”
He fucked her with the slow roll of his hips, and still each movement was magnified by the incessant vibration between her legs. Slowly the dull bite of pain at the extreme stretch gave way to pleasure like she’d never known. All-consuming, enveloping her, unmaking and remaking her.
“That’s it,” he said, lacing his fingers with hers and sliding her hands up to cup her breasts before letting his own hands fall back to her hips.
Her engagement ring glinted in the fading sunlight, casting prisms across the room.
His hungry eyes roved over her body, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes when they landed on his ring as she plucked at her nipples.
“I can’t wait to make you my wife. Should I send you down the aisle with your toy between your legs?
It would be our little secret, how wet and needy you were beneath your pretty white dress. ”
She gasped at the image he conjured and rocked her hips harder, faster, urging him to fuck her deeper. Suddenly the end against her clit pulsed, long, hard vibrations in time with his thrusts, the strength of them reverberating through her pelvis.
“I’m going to come again,” she said, her hips moving of their own accord, frantically seeking.
“Good. Let me see you. I want to watch my fiancée come for me.”
She broke apart above him, her thighs shaking, abdominals contracting, an endless current of pleasure that threatened to drown her.
She screamed his name as he worked between her legs, pumping so hard and fast she thought she might not survive it.
He roared his pleasure, pulsing hot and hard inside her, filling her as one orgasm rolled into the next, on and on.
At last, the toy stilled inside her. With a final thrust, Derek’s head fell forward, his lips pressed to her sternum, hot breath puffing against her skin.
“That was—” She broke off on an exhausted laugh, raking her hands through his hair.
“Mmm. It was.” He tilted his face up to hers. “Are you alright?”
“Mmhmm. I can’t feel my legs, though,” she said.
His grin, all self-satisfied, boyish pride, made her heart stutter. “I won’t apologize for that.”
“I love you.”
He grinned wider. “I love you too.” He kissed her slow and deep. When he pulled away, reluctance painted his features. “We should go. We’ll be late for our dinner reservation.”
“Let them wait. Kat will keep the guys in line until we get there.”
He chuckled. “I don’t know how she does it. But I’m glad she does. They won’t even miss me when we’re on our honeymoon.”
She pushed a lock of hair out of his eyes. “Where should we go?”
He hummed, as though contemplating her question, but his grin gave him away. “There’s this resort in California I thought might be nice. Rumor has it the fountain makes wishes come true, and there’s an elusive ghost somewhere on the property.”
Her smile matched his own. “Sounds perfect.”