Epilogue #2
“My Birdie likes to watch, doesn’t she?” I ask, thinking of all the ways I could make that happen in the future, wanting to give my girl anything she wants.
She nods, eyes not leaving where my fingers continue to thrust into her.
I add a third finger, stretching her to take me in a few moments, and her pussy tightens around me.
Her breath hitches as I bend them a bit, grazing against the spot that makes her body quake.
“Yes, yes,” she whimpers, hips moving.
I can tell she’s close, but this is not how she’s going to finish.
Not today, at least.
My hand slides free of her, and she mewls out a protest, but I silence it by sliding my wet fingers into her mouth. The mewl turns into a groan as she sucks, and my free hand moves to the fly of my pants, undoing the button deftly before pulling my cock out and sliding my fingers out of her mouth.
“Please,” she whispers, reaching for my cock and widening her legs, but I shake my head in a taunt.
“Not like this.”
Her brows furrow in confusion, face tinged with irritation. ”Adam—” she starts, but then I’m grabbing her by her hips, lifting and turning her before using my foot to turn the chair so the back is to the mirror, and setting her on her knees into the chair.
The angle is fucking perfection, just like I thought it would be.
“You want to watch, sweetness?” I murmur, gripping my cock and stroking it as my other hand moves to the small of her back, pushing and sliding up as she bends at her hips over the back of the chair.
She looks fucking gorgeous like this, bending over, hands on the vanity, back arched to show off her pretty, dripping cunt.
I can’t help but trail a knuckle through her.
“Yes. Fuck, yeah.”
I smile at her in the reflection, eyes wild with need and lust, hips moving and shifting, trying to find some kind of relief. “You want to watch me fuck you?” I step closer to her, a hand resting on her ass.
“Please, Adam,” she moans as I notch the head of my cock into her, then hold her eyes in the mirror. “I want to watch you fuck me. I want to watch you make me come, and then I want to watch you fill me up.”
I groan at the determination in her words, the iron will that is so new and so fucking sexy, the one she really only pulls out when we’re like this, when she knows I won’t do a thing until she asks for what she wants.
And so I give it to her, slamming in deep and without warning. She drops forward, hair grazing the counter as a deep, guttural moan leaves her lips. I hiss at the pleasure of it, then move a hand, gripping her hair and lifting her head back until she’s facing the mirror again.
“Fucking watch, Wren,” I say, holding her hair tight in my hand as I slide in and out of her with ease, making her tighten around me again.
She likes it when we get like this, when I tell her what to do, when I give her my own demands.
She’s never tighter around me than when I start bossing her around like this.
My perfect little people pleaser.
“It’s so hot,” she murmurs, panting.
“Fuck,” I groan, loving that I get to watch both angles like this, my hands framing the vision of her pussy taking my cock, her ass bounding with each thrust, as well as being able to watch every single change across her expressive face.
I’m shocked we’ve never done it before.
I sure as fuck will be doing it more, now that I know it’s an option.
We continue like this, my hands on her hips, holding her where I want her, fucking her hard, my gaze moving from the mirror to watch her tits bounce and her jaw drop when I go particularly deep, to her cunt that’s taking me so fucking perfectly.
After a minute or so like that, her hand leaves the counter and moves to shift between her legs, but I grab it, setting it back on the counter before returning to holding her hips.
She gives a confused look, then tries again.
This time, I pull back a hand and smack her ass, her own halting on its journey to her clit. Her eyes are wide, both with shock and desire, when they meet mine again.
”Adam—”
“No hands. Only my cock this time.” I now know from experience that Wren can, in fact, come from my cock and my cock alone, and that’s what I want. “Keep your hands on the vanity.”
“Adam,” she whines. “I can’t—” She tightens around me all the same, liking when I lay down the rules of what she can and can’t do.
Wren likes to take charge, to demand what she needs when we’re together, but she likes it even more when she doesn’t have to think and can simply do what I ask and take the pleasure I give her.
“Yes, you can, Wren. I think we’ve proven that.” I think about Christmas Eve, when I fucked her under the tree and refused to touch her clit to make her finish. My cock jumps with the memory.
“Please, please…” she whimpers as if she feels it, her eyes hazy with need in the mirror. I continue to fuck her hard and deep, speeding my thrusts and hearing her moans grow louder and more high-pitched. Her knuckles are white on the edge of the vanity as she fights the urge to finish herself off.
“You look so fucking pretty, taking my cock like this, Wren. God, it’s a masterpiece.
” Her ass moves back with each thrust, cheeks spread with the angle I have her in, and it gives me an idea.
My hand shifts, sliding up, my thumb moving to press on her asshole.
Her body tightens, but so does her cunt as I press harder, and I groan at the feel.
“One day, my sweet Wren, do you want me to take this?” A deep moan leaves her lips, and she groans, nodding. I stare at her in the mirror, watching every pleasure-filled change on her face. “You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you, baby?”
She nods again.
“Yeah, god, fuck.” A deep rumble of satisfaction leaves my chest at the mere idea of taking Wren here. “Fuck my ass. Please, Anything.” She’s desperate to come in any way, and I can’t help but grin at that.
“Mmm, not today. But maybe I can…” My words trail off as I apply more pressure, my hips still rocking into her, my balls tightening with the need to release, but I won’t let myself come until Wren does. I slide the very tip of my finger into her ass. A shout leaves her lips, and I grin.
Somehow, I knew she would like this.
“How about this? How about my finger?”
She nods frantically. “Fuck, yes. Finger my ass, Adam. Fuck.” This is the only time Wren curses, the only time filthy words leave her lips, and they always turn me on like no other. I fuck her with just the very tip of my finger, adding a tiny bit more each time.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to fuck her ass one day, but I can’t go too much, too soon, and scare her off from it.
After a minute of easing to the first knuckle, of hearing her moan and beg for more, I slide my thumb in completely and begin to fuck her with it, alternating thrusts so it slides in as my cock slides out.
I can barely focus on anything but maintaining the rhythm, on making sure she’s enjoying herself, for fear that if I don’t, the overload of sensation will end this early.
“I’m close, I’m close,” she moans.
Thank fuck.
“I know, Wren. Fuck, come for me, sweetness. Fucking come for me,” I groan, both a plea and a demand as I slam in deep, my thumb filling her at the same time, and she screams, shattering around me as she comes and comes and comes.
I make sure I lock my eyes on her in the mirror, desperate to commit this to memory.
She tightens around me like a vise, her body quaking as I push in deeper and fill her, coming alongside her in the most intense orgasm I’ve had yet.
It takes an eternity to catch my breath, and I finally slide my finger out of her, pulling a hiss from her lips. I smirk down at her, a smirk that moves to a grin when her ass tips just a bit as if she’s looking for more again.
Oh, hell yeah. I am absolutely going to fuck her ass one of these days.
She’s slumped against the vanity as we catch our breath, and I slide out of her gently, reaching for a tissue to clean her up. I press a kiss to her shoulder, then her spine, then her lower back. Her head lifts, a sparkle in her eyes as she meets mine in the reflection of the mirror.
“Go get ready, Wren. We’re running late now.” I lift my pants that had fallen past my ass and tuck myself away, Wren’s watchful eyes following each movement with intrigue as if I didn’t just fuck her hoarse.
“And whose fault is that?” she asks, the sass kicking in now that her orgasm has faded. I reach down and pick up the long-forgotten robe, sliding it over her arms and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She looks up at me with soft eyes, pleased by the tiny gesture.
God, I fucking love this woman.
“I love you, Wren.”
“I love you too, honey,” she whispers, then puts a hand to my neck to pull me down for another, harder kiss. I groan into it, pulling her into me, her naked front against my clothed body. She mewls as she shifts, trying to get more of something, and I grin to myself.
The woman just came hard from nothing but my cock and finger in her ass, and she still wants more.
My fucking woman.
“You know, maybe we could skip dinner,” she muses breathlessly when I break the kiss.
I hesitate for a moment, then catch the lit-up Eiffel Tower from the corner of my eye through the balcony windows before I shake my head.
I want to show Wren the world, to give her every experience she never thought she’d have.
Starting with this trip.
“Not this time. Plenty of time to enjoy you, but you only get so many chances to eat dinner in the Eiffel Tower on New Year’s Eve.”
She gasps, her eyes going wide. “No way. Really?”
Her voice is giddy, and it makes me laugh before I nod and push a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Yeah, sweetness. Now let’s get going before we miss our reservation.”
She moves, quickly tying up her robe, sitting in the chair I just fucked her on, and turning to face the mirror. She picks up one of the fallen makeup items and moves to do something to her eyebrows. But when she leans in, her eyes catch mine in the mirror, shining bright.
“Happy I get to be yours, Adam.”
My heart fills with warmth, and I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head before I plant a whisper there.
“Mine.”
Two years later, I’m on a stage holding an award, and the crowd cheers loudly, deafeningly, as Willa Stone finishes her acceptance speech for Song of the Year. The music video for “Are You Mine?” plays on a large screen behind her.
It’s a surreal moment, a life-changing moment, one I dreamed of for as long as I can remember, but when I look out into the huge cheering crowd, the only thing that matters is the pretty brunette with a red bow in her hair, tears in her eyes, and my ring on her finger.
The brightest light in my life.