Epilogue Part One
Theo
Two Months Later
Where the heck is it? Wren and I promised Brandy we wouldn’t be late for dinner tonight, and it looks like we’re breaking that promise.
“Wren!” I call out, nose deep in our closet. “Have you seen my hoodie?”
“Which one?” Her voice reaches me from the living room.
“The black one!”
“From high school?”
“What? No. Brandy would set me on fire if I wore that thing.”
“Theo, I can barely hear you,” she laughs. “Can you come here?”
I furrow my brow as I step back into the bedroom. “You seem to hear me just fine. What are you doing any?—”
I nearly stumble over my feet as I cross into the living room.
Wren is sitting on the couch in said hoodie, twirling a loose curl around her finger and smirking at me. “Happy birthday, love.” She crosses her bare legs, and my knees buckle.
“You— fuck.”
Those damn lips morph into a knowing grin. “I found your hoodie.”
I inch forward, needing to be closer. “You did.”
“Did you want it back?”
Those legs. . .
What I’d give to grasp her thighs, leave marks on her pale skin, and kiss my way up her?—
“Theo?”
“Yes?” I murmur, licking my lower lip.
“Do you want it back?”
This woman. . . while I’d love to imprint this image into my brain, curiosity gets the best of me.
“Yes.”
Rising off the couch, she grabs the hem of the hoodie and pulls it over her head, and a groan rumbles deep in my throat. “Wren.”
Her brow quirks. “Theo.”
Those curves.
“So, we’re going to be late.” I tilt my head, biting my lip.
“Should I get changed?—”
“Don’t.” I raise my voice, and she stops herself from moving. “Stay where you are.”
“Yes, sir.” She shifts and lies on her back, bending her leg and humming.
Fucking hell. . .
“You know, I was thinking.” She tilts her head. “We spend a lot of time on this couch.”
I feather my fingers over her knee, and goose bumps pepper her skin.
“And yet. . .”
I hover over her and gasp when she grabs my belt, forcing me to stumble forward. “You’ve never fucked me here.”
“Is that what you want?” I don’t bother hiding the fact that I’m staring at every inch of her chest, trailing down to admire her soft stomach and generous curves.
Wren sits up, and my cock presses against my zipper, eager to be touched. “Actually.” My buckle loosens, and she starts to undo my jeans. “I’d like to fuck you.”
“Oh?” I smirk as my pants fall to the carpet. “Oh, fuck.” I groan as she leans forward, kissing the length of my cock.
“Have I told you how much I enjoy sucking your cock?” In quick succession, she pulls my boxers down and licks the tip.
“My eager girl.” I tangle my hand in her hair. “Where did this come from? You’re usually not so. . . forward.”
Those hazel irises stare up at me as she swirls her tongue around the head of my length. “I wanted to try something new. Is this okay? I promise I won’t bite.”
I laugh. “More than okay. Soy tan jodidamente afortunado.”
“What does that mean?” she asks, running her tongue down my shaft.
Wren wraps her lips around me without breaking eye contact, and my jaw drops.
“I’m so fucking lucky,” I growl.
Pleasure racks through me as she takes me further into her mouth. I tighten my grip in her curls, but she doesn’t seem to mind. One thing I’ve learned about this woman is she will never stop surprising me. She loves when I toss her around in bed.
And I love making her squeal.
“Mmm,” she moans, bouncing my cock against her lips. “So good.”
The warmth of her mouth envelops me as she gently sucks and traces her tongue around my pulsing erection. Tension builds in my muscles, and my mind becomes hazy. I should be praising her, telling her how perfect she is and how good she’s making me feel. But something tells me to keep my mouth shut. She doesn’t want this to be about her. No, she wants to take care of me .
She presses her fingertips into my hips, forcing me deeper down her throat. Pleasure ripples from my abdomen, trickling down my thighs. As she continues to work her mouth, my cock flexes against her tongue, and I grasp her hair, earning myself a light moan.
“You feel that, baby?” Without thinking, I thrust in her mouth. “How fucking hard you make me?”
She chokes slightly, but that doesn’t stop her.
“So fucking perfect,” I murmur, increasing my speed. “You enjoy sucking this cock, don’t you?”
She glides her lips back and licks my precum with flushed cheeks. “So much.” Her voice is low—soaking in desire.
“Show me.” I step between her thighs, forcing her to sit back. “Show me how wet that gorgeous pussy is.”
The gold flecks in her eyes sparkle, and I chuckle when I catch her throat bob with a swallow. She reaches down, and her mouth pops open as she parts her folds. I loosen my grip on her hair and rest my palm on her neck, massaging and squeezing.
She huffs. “Take your shirt off.”
“Show me your fingers.” I lick my lower lip. “Then I’ll do whatever you want.”
Without question, Wren lifts her hand, and I bite my lower lip. Her finger is glistening, wet from pleasure.
“Let me taste.” It comes out as a plea, but I don’t care. I need to taste this woman.
My woman.
With slight trepidation, Wren presses her fingers inside my mouth. My eyes close as I groan in delight. I selfishly savor her salty sweetness, and I’m thrown back to the first time I ran my tongue over her clit. And fuck, I realize I’ll never tire of it.
I let her digits go with a soft pop. “Shirt off?”
“Huh? Oh, yes.” She nods. “Shirt off.”
In an instant, I remove my tee and toss it across the room. My cock throbs, standing upright when she trails those dangerous eyes of hers down my body. She’s trying to take control, and I am here for it. Although, her hesitation is becoming clear. She’s used to me taking the lead. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t gently nudge her out of her comfort zone?
I lean down and brush my nose against hers, bringing our lips close together. “Ride me?”
I back away when she tries to kiss me, earning a frustrated groan from her. “Theo?—”
“Or should I fuck you?”
Come on, baby. Make me proud.
Wren lifts herself up, and I smirk in response. “Get on the couch.”
I drop onto the cushions, spreading my arms along the back and grinning ear to ear while she straddles my lap. “So bossy.”
“You love it.” She kisses me, long and slow—toying with my lips as she slowly presses against my length.
“Yes,” I moan. “I fucking love it.”
My heart rate increases when she plants herself firmly against me. Blood thunders in my ears as she glides over me, but the pounding subsides when she whimpers.
“Theo.”
I force my eyes to focus and watch as Wren grinds against me. Color rushes to my cheeks as my own pleasure heightens. I grit my teeth together, trying not to take control.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I grunt.
“Yeah?” she breathes. “Would this help?”
Before I can react, Wren brings her nipple to my mouth, and I take it instantly. “Fuck, yes.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close while cherishing her. Her peak hardens as I run my tongue over it, and when I suck on it? Wren’s curse echoes off the walls.
“Shit, right there. Yes, just like that.”
Her body tenses, and her chest rises and falls while she shifts. I nearly protest when she lifts her hips, but the words are stolen from my mouth. Wren sinks onto my length, and a series of low, guttural noises vibrate in my throat.
“Fuck,” she cries, shoving her face in the crook of my neck.
I tighten my arms around her as my jaw clenches.
So, fucking tight.
Our panting fills the space, and I don’t dare move a muscle. If I take control, I’ll come fast and hard. I want to see what Wren plans to do—I want to see these breasts bounce and suck on them while she rides me to completion.
Slowly, she raises her hips and slams back down. A tiny gasp leaves her lips as she holds onto me.
“Don’t move,” she commands, and I nod.
Her chest leaves mine, but I can’t complain because, damn, the sight is glorious. I look up at her as she stares down at me, grinding herself against my cock, and it’s intoxicating. The pressure from before builds again, and I pant while watching her.
“Talk to me,” she sighs. “How does this feel?”
“I— words—” I shake my head.
“That good?” She increases her speed. “How about this?”
Her walls tighten around me when she bounces, and I growl. “Wren, don’t stop.”
I try to straighten my posture, but she plants her hand against my pec and pushes me back, forcing me to sit still.
“You can’t help it, can you?” She smiles like a temptress. “Let me, Theo.”
“Just let me. . .” I scoot farther down and angle myself. If I just?—
Wren squeals and grips onto my shoulders. “Yes! Holy shit! Fuck, you’re too good.”
“There it is.” I bring my hand down on her ass, slapping it. “That’s my girl, fucking use me.”
I spread her cheeks as she bounces, and she doesn’t protest when I dig my fingertips into her and guide her movements. She’s so close, I just need her to come before?—
“Theo!” she screams. “Right there! Yes, yes, yes! Ahh!”
She rocks against me, slowly riding out her orgasm. I savor the way her legs shake and how her pussy tightens around me.
I don’t give her the chance to come down from her high. As she quivers around me, I raise my hips and thrust into her.
“Make me come, baby,” I whisper. “Come on, you can do it.”
“Theo,” she cries out. “Fuck me!”
“Shit,” I groan. “So fucking perfect.”
Our skin slaps together, the noise branding itself into my brain. Heat coils deep in my body, twisting and fluttering. My thighs tense, and I lose myself in selfish desire. I pound into Wren, grunting when I ram into her G-spot.
“Again!”
And I oblige.
I press into the same spot, and she meets my thrusts by lifting her hips and bouncing down on me.
“Come for me, Theo,” she pleads, weaving her hand into my hair and guiding my eyes to meet hers. “Now. Come now.”
Her muscles contract around me, and she’s crying out my name again.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Just like that—Wren!” I hold her firm against me, filling her pussy, and shaking in ecstasy. The only sound in the room is our gasps and breathless moans. “Shit, baby.” I place a kiss on her forehead. “I can’t. . . think straight.”
“You don’t have to,” she murmurs. “Thoughts aren’t necessary right now.”
I nod against her, kissing down to her lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I take her smile with another kiss and secure her against my chest. “Is this my present?”
Wren laughs. “No. This was a spur-of-the-moment decision.”
“You should have more of those,” I muse.
“You’d like that.” She swats at me.
“I’d love that.” I kiss her repeatedly as she continues to laugh.
“Theo, we’re gonna be late.”
“We’re already late.” I take in a deep breath, and my body relaxes under her. Honeysuckle and us, a scent I could smell for the rest of my life. “Okay,” I sigh in defeat. “Let’s go before she sends the search dogs.”
Wren kisses my cheek before slowly lifting herself off my cock. My eyes land on her bare ass as she walks toward the bathroom. “I’ll be ready in ten.”
If she didn’t just fuck me senseless, I’d be running to take her again.
“Get dressed, Theo!” Her words hold a hint of amusement, and it makes me grin.
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Don’t ‘ma’am’ me!”
Taking my time, I stand up and gather my clothes off the floor. The sound of water hitting tile reaches my ears, and I step into the shower after her. I run my hands over her, and she leans back to rest her head on my chest.
This. This is all I ever wanted. To have someone who loves me with everything they are, and to love them back in equal measure. I had it longer than I realized, but now that I’m aware, I’m going to cherish it.
“You are beyond words,” I whisper against the shell of her ear. “Far more than I deserve.”
Wren takes my hand and brings it to her lips, kissing my knuckles one at a time. “You deserve this and more. Remember that.”
The water washes over us, and I sigh in contentment. “Be my reminder?”
She spins around and smiles up at me. “Always.”