Epilogue
EPILOGUE
GWENDOLYN
“ R ise and shine.”
The tent flap opened and in stepped my husband. For six years, we’d worked hard helping get the Rosewood Ridge Retreat Center to the success it was today. This was the first time we’d tent camped on the property, though. There was a fancy restroom facility on the spot where we’d made love that first day and another building that included stoves, ovens, and a refrigerator. The construction of all of that was overseen by Julian.
“Coffee and doughnuts,” he announced.
I sat up, blinking the bleariness from my eyes. “They have doughnuts in the multipurpose building?”
He set the box of doughnuts on the floor of the tent next to my sleeping bag. Then he handed me a cup of coffee that was in the carrier that’d clearly come from the retreat center.
“I cheated,” he said. “I figured we wouldn’t want to cook breakfast.”
Smiling, I took a sip of the coffee. He’d sweetened it exactly the way I liked it. Then I reached for the box—not to open it but to push it out of the way.
“Why don’t you join me in here?” I asked.
He looked down at the sleeping bag. “A little tight, don’t you think?”
I reached for the zipper and shoved it down in one motion, revealing I wore only a thin T-shirt. I didn’t get to dress like this at home. With two kids under the age of five, we had to be prepared for a surprise morning visitor or a middle-of-the-night cry for Mommy when one of them had a nightmare.
“That’ll wake me up,” he said.
He set his coffee down and reached for mine. I held up a finger and took one long sip before handing it off to him. As he turned to set it aside, I whipped off the T-shirt and eyed the flap, making sure it was fully closed.
I could hear the faint sound of voices outside. Nobody would bother us, but they’d definitely hear us if we made any noise.
Julian stood and removed his jogging shorts and T-shirt. I was up on my knees, tugging at the waistband of his briefs while he was still kicking off his shoes. I slid my mouth over his cock almost as soon as it sprung out at me, continuing to tug downward on his briefs.
Somehow, he managed to get the underwear off while still keeping my mouth around him. Then he settled back into place, sucking in a breath and lifting his head toward the roof of the tent.
We got so little alone time these days, we were both used to not wasting even a second of it. I had to remind myself I could draw this out, tease him…enjoy this without rushing to get to the end.
“That feels so good,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
A woman’s laugh filtered through the tent wall, reminding me we were surrounded by people. There was something hot about that, though—knowing campers were going about their lives with no idea what was happening just a few feet away.
Finally, Julian pulled out and looked down at me with that intense stare that told me he was beyond aroused. “Turn around,” he said.
Smiling, I did exactly that. He loved to take me from behind, and I got turned on by just how turned on he was by it. I separated my legs, giving him enough space to kneel between them, then closed my eyes as his hand slid over my belly and he pulled me against him. His rock-hard chest felt warm and secure against my back.
His left hand went to my breast while his right slid across my stomach to my pussy. He moved his mouth near my ear as he separated my folds and slid his finger inside me.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he said against my hair. “So wet for me. I can’t wait to slide my cock into that pussy.”
A zipping sound nearby told me someone was either exiting or entering the tent next to us. It only heightened my arousal. He pinched my nipple between his finger and thumb as his other hand worked my clit, moving over it. His erection pressed into my lower back, and I knew he was getting harder with each movement I made.
I sighed as his finger flicked my clit. Back and forth, back and forth. I imagined his cock entering me, him moving faster and faster until finally, he spilled his seed inside me.
“Come for me, Gwendolyn,” he said against my ear. “Come for me so I can feel that sweet pussy around my cock.”
I gripped his forearm as my climax overtook me. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out, and the pain mixed with pleasure only heightened my climax.
I’d barely come down when he nudged me onto my hands, putting me in the doggy-style position. He put his left hand on my butt while he used his right hand to guide his cock into my still throbbing opening.
Normally, this was where I’d start dirty talking him, but there was no way to do it without neighbors possibly overhearing. So I closed my eyes and listened to his fast, shallow breaths as he slowly moved in and out of me. He was holding out, hoping I’d come one more time, but I was still recovering from the last one.
To help myself along, I lifted my hand, balancing on the other arm, and began stroking the very sensitive bud he’d so expertly rubbed just seconds earlier. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes, I felt my arousal building again, the combination of my touch and his cock filling me, driving me upward, toward another orgasm.
As Julian began gradually moving faster, I gasped. “That feels so good,” I said in a voice as loud as I dared to speak. “Yes, fuck me harder.”
I whispered that. I wasn’t sure if he heard or not, but his thrusts increased, going deeper and faster. The sounds of his body moving against mine pushed me up and over the edge. And again, I was biting my lip to keep from crying out.
“Yes!” I whispered, mostly to signal him to stop holding out.
The speed of his thrusts increased as my right hand returned to its spot on the sleeping bag. His grip on my upper thigh tightened a little as his breathing increased. He let out a long sigh that I knew would have normally been a moan—maybe even a guttural cry. Both of us knew how to stay quiet to avoid being overheard on the other side of a wall.
Finally, we collapsed onto the sleeping bag, breathless and exhausted. That was the best wake up ever.
“Can we just stay like this forever?” I asked as I stared up at the ceiling.
He grabbed my hand and entwined his fingers with mine. “Yes, but eventually we have to get up to eat doughnuts.”
“And drink coffee,” I added. “I’d be happy to stay in this tent forever.”
Who was I kidding? I missed our kids already. As much as I enjoyed our alone time, nothing made me happier than being home with my husband and the two of them.
“I guess we should call your mom at some point this morning,” Julian said.
Mom had driven up to our house in Rosewood Ridge to stay with the kids all weekend. She was a surprisingly good grandmother. Dad was still his work- and status-obsessed self, but mom had lightened up a lot since her first grandchild came along.
I sat up and twisted around until I could grab both our cups of coffee. “First, coffee and doughnuts.”
Julian sat up and reached for the doughnuts. Somehow, we’d managed not to upend the box during our lovemaking session.
“Maybe we’ll have one more go at it after breakfast,” Julian said with a big smile.
“Now, that’s a plan.”
I took another sip of coffee and my first bite of chocolate eclair—my favorite—and decided this was the happiness I’d been looking for all my life. Who would have imagined I’d find it at my sister’s wedding?
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