Epilogue #2
I release her wrists and move down the rest of her body, lifting her hips so I can drag her skirt and panties off her body and drop them in a pile on the floor.
Ever sits up on her elbows to watch me. A bite to the inside of her slick thighs is the only warning she gets before I bury my face between her thighs.
This time I don’t draw things out. I don’t tease.
I am a man who is starved for his woman’s sweet cunt, and I am going to eat my fill.
Ever’s hands grip my scalp, scratching and pulling, holding me to her while simultaneously pushing me away.
She can’t decide if she wants me to stop or if she needs more.
Her muscles are twitching, her thighs squeezing my head.
Her back arches off the couch and with one command, “Come, baby.” She goes off like a rocket.
Her sweet center dripping her juices onto my tongue.
I lap up every last drop, drawing out her orgasm.
When she finally comes down and her body goes slack, I toss my shirt over my head to the floor and shuck off my jeans and underwear.
Sitting back down on the couch, I grip Ever’s hips and place her on my lap, her thighs straddling mine.
I line up my cock with her center and drop her ass down on me.
Her warm, wet heat squeezes me and I need a minute to regain my control.
Everly surprises me when she leans forward, taking my mouth with her. Her kiss is full of passion. Her hips begin to move, her body slowly riding my dick, grinding down on me a little harder with each stroke.
“Fuck.” Everly nips my lip and smiles.
“Your turn.” She picks up her pace, using the back of the couch for leverage as she bears down on me.
Her tits are bouncing in my face, her head’s thrown back in pleasure while she squeezes my cock.
When her eyes snap to mine and her mouth opens with the telling sign of her orgasm, I’m done for.
Ever goes over the edge and I follow her to paradise, spilling myself inside her.
We sit on the couch in silence, her body resting against mine, catching our breath. “I really did get you a gift.” I chuckle, brushing my fingers through her hair. Her only response is a moan.
“I know this marriage isn’t what you pictured you would have, and our wedding wasn’t the big party it should’ve been, but I’m glad you’re my wife. I love you, Everly.”
Everly sits up to face me with tears in her eyes and a frown.
“I wouldn’t change the way things turned out between us.
We took the long way to get here, and maybe the wedding itself was a bit non-traditional, but I’m glad we didn’t get it annulled.
” She smiles, dropping her chin, hiding her eyes from me.
I’m not having it though. I want to see her eyes, to read her every thought.
“What is it, Sprite?”
“I’ve been in love with you since we were freshmen in high school.
I just never knew how to tell you. I didn’t think I would ever have a man who would love me and accept me with all the baggage I come with and the trauma I’ve lived through.
But you never looked at me like I was broken.
You never treated me like I was trash. You just … ” Her voice cracks.
“Loved you,” I finish for her. “I always have, and I always will.”
She falls back into my chest, wiggling her ass and bringing my cock to life. “Now, what was this present you said you have for me?”
I laugh, moving her off my lap and setting her on the couch beside me. My cock twitches in protest at the loss of her heat. I reach for my jeans and find the box I’ve kept in my pocket and hand it to her. Everly stares at the little red box with wide eyes.
“Open it.” She hesitantly does as she’s told and gasps when she sees what’s inside.
“Mason. It’s beautiful. But I already have a ring.” She emphasizes her words by showing me the small solitaire diamond on her left hand.
I slide off the couch and onto one knee. Her eyes widen in surprise.
“I know you do, but that wasn’t the ring I meant to get you and we didn’t have the wedding I always wanted you to have. So, I’m calling a do-over.” Everly smiles, covering her mouth with her hand.
“You make it sound like we’re playing kick the can and you got caught by accident. We don’t need a do-over.”
I reach up, covering her lips with my hand.
“This isn’t a game, and it wasn’t a mistake, but I do want a do-over.
You deserve to be proposed to properly, and to have the wedding by the lake you’ve always dreamed of.
And you’re going to let me give those things to you because I want to. I’ve always wanted to.”
Everly smiles, toying with the ring in the box. “I mean, since you put it that way.”
I laugh, reaching up with both hands to grab her face and bring her lips to mine. When we finally pull back, she says, “Do I get a say in this?”
“Just say yes, Sprite, and I’ll give you your happily ever after.”
“Yes.”
“That’s my girl.” Before she can take another breath, I have her flipped on her back, pinned down and giggling.