Epilogue #2
“We,” she exhales, “both know that’s a lie.” Each word is a bit breathier, barely louder than a whisper.
I finally get frustrated and try to rip the bustier, which works.
The ripping is a startling sound in the silence of the room.
“This was one of my favourites,” she groans as it sloughs onto our laps.
It’s pushed to the side when I pick her up and twist so that I can crawl on top of her on the bed. Her pout is adorable.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” I say, taking her in.
She’s toned and beautiful and everything I now realize I wanted in a partner. There’s no comparison. No one can hold a candle to her beauty.
She’s still wearing her thong, but I pull that off easily, and she’s bare for me.
Freckles coat her body, trailing down her arms, across her chest and onto her ribs.
There are beauty marks that form trios of stars on her hip and then the odd one on her thighs.
I don’t know how I didn’t notice before.
Her brown eyes, instead of hazel, are warm and sultry, a chestnut that I’m always a few seconds away from losing myself in.
Her shoulders are broad, her breasts small enough to be handfuls but perfect enough to enjoy.
The golden undertone of her skin makes her glow against the white sheets, her nipples a burnt sienna brown and puckered into points.
Her pussy is drenched, the thatch of dark brown curls has the odd silver hair flecked through it, her clit hard and desperate for attention.
I drag my hands down her body, letting them follow every curve and dip of her body.
She gasps as they trail, feather light, to her pussy.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, watching her arch off the bed. “El, you’re beautiful.”
I run a finger through the soaked curls, listening to her whimpers as I play with her clit for a minute, rubbing it gently in circles.
“Babe, please,” she cries out, “What do you want to do?”
“Eat you out, finger you, make you squirt all over my face,” I say.
Her hips follow my finger, grinding against it. I let it follow the flow of her body, circling her opening and watching it get swallowed by the flushed entrance. She groans. “I need more.”
“Now who’s greedy–?” I tease, calling back from earlier this evening.
She curses as I slip two fingers into her velvet heat.
The walls are undulating and pulling my fingers further in.
I let them sit there, enjoying the tight squeeze.
“If you don’t start fucking me, I’m going to make you regret it,” she pushes out, widening her legs for me to settle more comfortably.
I lean down, inhaling and tentatively licking her clit, savouring the salty sweet flavour that is so uniquely hers I’ll never be able to forget it.
Eloise’s hips jolt at the touch and with a shuddering breath, I delve further into her, licking and sucking slowly at first before becoming more comfortable and eating her with a fervour.
I can’t get enough.
Every lick brings out a new whimper, and I keep unlocking more that spurns me on.
I continue eating her out, playing with her pretty pussy as my fingers start to push inside her more comfortably.
I twist and rub, bending my fingers in an attempt to find the G-spot.
It takes a minute, but I get her jumping off the bed in pleasure when I do find it, and suddenly it’s a relentless attack against her.
I’m so sensitive and soaked that a cool breeze could get me off.
“Fuck yes, right there, Taylor, please,” she whines. “I’m so close, and then I’m going to fuck your brains out. You beautiful, beautiful woman.”
I smile into her pussy, blowing a breath onto her clit that makes her cry out. “Don’t stop, please, suck me and finger me until I come.”
I nod, humming in agreement as I do exactly as she asks.
I twirl my tongue round her clit before sucking eagerly, my hand staying at the same tempo and her hips are hitching, her breath catching before suddenly her muscles convulse and she’s gasping for breath.
Her pussy gushes, which I eagerly lap up before she can push me off.
“Oh, yes, I’m going to come again, babe, please,” her voice sounds wet, and when I look up through my lashes she’s staring down at me just for a moment before I lick a long strip from opening to clit and she’s throwing her head back, her thigh wrapping around my back and tightening, pulling me closer to her, mashing my face into her pussy.
I can barely breathe, and I think that this is maybe the best thing I’ve ever done. I’d die happily like this.
She comes again silently, gasping for breath as she bucks into my mouth.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, unwrapping her leg from me. “Taylor, don’t ever let me tell you that we need to take more time ever again.”
I snort, licking my lips, her juices all over my lower chin. “I’ll make sure to tell you that every chance I get.”
“Get up here and kiss me before I eat you out to show you what a good girl you are.”
My mouth suddenly goes dry at the thought, and when I kiss her, our bodies align, matching every dip and curl. My legs are over her hips, and I’m crouching over top of her, enjoying the way she’s hungrily tasting herself in my mouth before flipping us over.
My back hits the bed with an oof as she makes her way down, kissing and licking her way from my neck to my tits. She’s giving attention to one until they’re hard points, and then she makes her way to the other.
I’m gasping already. Something we learned early on was how sensitive my nipples were. I squirm beneath her, widening my legs. I just need one touch and I’m gone; that’s how close I am.
I love this.
I love her.
She reaches my clit and stares at me, taking every part of me in. I’m still wearing my thong from before, and she trails her finger over the waistband and down the crotch, the thin touch enough to make me see stars. “Please, shit, Eloise. I’m so close–”
“You’re this close from eating me out?” she asks in a teasing tone. I groan, nodding. “Aren’t you a little service switch?”
“Yes, I am, please. Just touch me, let me come,” I groan out.
She bites her bottom lip, looking absolutely insane.
The orgasm has built inside of me to the point of no return.
She takes one hand and plays with my nipple, pulling and teasing it, pinching it so that my back is arching off the bed.
I try to get some friction against my clit, but she moves her thigh away from my core.
“You’re not going to come just yet,” she whispers. She swallows my whimper in a kiss before her fingers play with the edge of my thong. “We have to get you ready for it.”
“Oh, I’m so ready for it. Please.” I drag the final ‘e’ out and she snorts. Dragging my underwear down, she leans in close to my core and flicks my clit with the scratch of her nail.
The release is instantaneous, making me thrash in the bed, clenching around nothing as I gasp.
I’m free-falling.
When I blearily blink my eyes open, Eloise is smiling at me, in awe. “Can I eat you out or is it too much?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Please, more–”
She nods, bending down, and the touch of her tongue is electrifying. Every nerve I have is on fire; my second orgasm is building more and more.
I need her so badly.
Her fingers push into my folds, gently pressing against my entrance before I widen my legs further and let her have more access. She gets two fingers in before adding a third, stretching me out and making a come-hither motion, just like I did.
She finds my G-spot pretty quickly, and I thread one hand in her hair while the other grips the sheets to stop myself from coming instantly. She smiles against me, humming around my clit, and I don’t even try to stop myself from coming.
I don’t warn her.
She doesn’t seem shocked when I do come though, and it amazes me how easy it is to come with her. To live in the moment and enjoy the pleasure of being with her.
“Shit, Tay,” she licks her own lips, collapsing beside me. There’s a sheen to her skin, sweat that makes her sparkle. “You’re amazing.”
I snort. “I think…” I trail off, looking into her eyes. They’re warm. Comforting and half lidded. We’re both about to fall asleep, sticky and needing to wash up. “You’re pretty stunning. I’m gonna get a washcloth,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
“You flatterer. Let me get up, and we can shower together instead.” I roll off the bed, my legs about to give out. With the game and the celebration and this, I’m going to be so sore, and I think that Eloise is in the same boat.
“Have I told you I love you?” I whisper when we’re in the shower, huddled together in the small stall. “And that I’m sorry I was such an idiot for the first few weeks of the preseason?”
She kisses my shoulder as the water beats down. “You have, and I love you too, and I need to remind you that you can’t beat yourself up for something you’ve already apologized for.”
I lean my head back against her, letting her lather the shampoo into my hair. “But I still feel bad.”
“You were hurting, and you lashed out,” she says softly. “Rinse.”
I do so, shuffling after it’s all out so that I can wash her hair. She groans when my fingers tangle in her hair. “But I was such an idiot.”
She shrugs. “A valid thing to do when you went through so much in two weeks. I was just a reminder of the problem. And now we’re fine. You have methods to work through stress, and if you want, I can fuck you out of whatever funk you’re in from here on out.”
I snort, kissing her temple, and the smell of honeysuckle rises from the shampoo.
“Right. You can definitely do that. Marguerite will love that idea.”
“You know she would,” she teases, turning so that our fronts are facing each other.
“Trust me, Taylor. It’s us against the Universe.
We’re going for the Cup again next year, everyone’s happy.
Lawson looked almost gleeful,” she trails, “and we love each other. I don’t think there’s much else for us to worry about. ”
“We clinched it, eh?” I tease, whispering against her lips as I gently move her under the shower head so it’s covering both of us.
“You know, not to be cliché, but I think we, we clinched life.”