Epilogue
PAIGE
A month later…
A view of the small, natural lake and the tall sand dunes surrounding the village sprawls out from the balcony of the tiny apartment we’re renting.
Huacachina, a real-life desert oasis, has been our home for the last week.
We were supposed to be leaving Peru today, but we postponed our flights by two weeks.
The view isn’t the only reason we stuck around here longer.
We also needed a home base with an internet connection to achieve our plans, and Huacachina was an easy choice.
“Are you ready?” Ryan’s hand envelops my wrist as it hovers over the Enter key on my laptop’s keyboard.
“Nope,” I respond, chewing on my bottom lip.
The last month has truly been a whirlwind.
We did typical touristy things for two entire weeks, exploring the cities and the historical sites.
We then spent three nights in the Peruvian jungle, and it was where all the ideas started forming.
Still, what we managed to achieve in the last ten days is truly a feat.
Somehow, I managed to convince Martha to change the theme of my column.
She was apprehensive, but I’ve sent her three full pieces I’ve written while in Peru, and I guess they were good enough for her to agree.
I also promised her I’ll build a full travel blog brand, which will draw readers to the magazine, and it’s the stage we’re currently at.
Using Jordan and Emma’s web and graphic design skills, it only took three days to build me a website for my blog.
Most of the credit goes to Ryan, though.
He’s the one who pushed me to talk to Martha, he’s the one who bought a fancy camera so he could take quality pictures of me while we travel, and he’s the one who insisted we start the blog right here, right now.
“It’s just a click of a button, Paige,” he comments. The site is ready, but I still need to make it visible to the public.
“Do we have to do it today?” I’m excited, of course, but my stomach churns with nerves.
Publishing the site means exposing myself to the comments and opinions of others. As a columnist, I’ve avoided the need to brand myself on social media, opting to be a vague, semi-anonymous persona, but this is a whole other ballgame.
“There’s no time like the present. Besides, they’ll love you, just like I do.” He presses a kiss to my temple, eliciting a full-body shiver.
Other than being my rock, Ryan has also thought of an idea for his own career.
He’s currently in negotiations with two different startups, and he should start as their financial advisor as soon as we get back to the U.S.
He’ll mostly work online, though, since we’ll be leaving for South-East Asia a month after we return.
His headaches are few and far between, lasting shorter than they did before.
He tells me my kisses are the magical cure, and though I don’t fully believe him, I still do my best to help.
Things at home are different, too. Our parents got back from their honeymoon in Greece, and Kim has now officially moved in with Dad.
They’re all thrilled for us, Kim especially.
She asks for a full report of what we did in Peru every single day, accompanied by photos of the places we visited.
All my plants are now officially in Linda’s house, and I’d be sad if I wasn’t surrounded by the most incredible plant species every single day.
“Come on, baby. Publish the site, and I’ll reward you,” Ryan rasps into my ear.
I glance at him, and the dark, hungry look in his eyes knocks the breath out of my lungs. “Fine,” I finally sigh.
There’s no way around this, and I wouldn’t mind being rewarded by him.
It’s a miracle how much we’ve managed to achieve in such a short time, especially considering most of that time was spent having sex.
My finger drops to the keyboard, and the screen of my laptop switches to my website, along with a notification congratulating me on publishing it.
A loud screech sounds out when Ryan turns my chair toward him.
“Wh…” I attempt to ask, but he’s already on his knees in front of me, and my heart beats too fast to form a sentence.
“You were such a good girl, Paige. You deserve a little treat.” He peels my shorts and panties down my legs as I’m struggling to catch a breath.
“We’re outside, Ryan.” The green wall fence isn’t see-through, but still, we’re on a balcony. “We should get inside.”
He wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling my hips to the edge of the chair. “I can’t wait that long. I really want to taste my stunning travel-blogger girlfriend.”
His hot breath trails over my center as he spreads me wide with his fingers. When his rough tongue lands on my clit, my vision darkens.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out.
“People can’t see us, Paige. But they can still hear us. You’re going to have to keep quiet, unless you want everyone to know how much you love my tongue playing with your cunt.”
A whimper escapes me at his dirty words, and he goes back to eating my pussy.
His beard got even longer while we were traveling, and it scratches my sensitive flesh, hitting just the right spot between pleasure and pain.
His gray eyes bore into me, his pupils swallowing the irises, making my lips part.
His arms are wrapped tightly around my legs, not leaving me an inch of space to escape the torturous licks and nips he gives me.
He flattens his tongue, running it over my clit before sucking it in roughly.
My vision darkens, and something between a whimper and a moan exits my mouth.
My body tingles with pleasure while he plays with me, pushing me right to the edge and pulling me back.
My chest heaves, and any vulnerability about the website is long gone as he eats me like he can’t get enough.
Finally, he allows my desperate hips to move and grind over his face.
He lends a helping hand, pulling me up and down on his mouth, and my orgasm slams into me.
Just when a moan fights its way out of my mouth, he presses a hand to it, extinguishing any embarrassing noises that almost escape. My toes curl as the release travels my body, finding its way to every cell.
He stares at me with dark, wild eyes as I come down from my high, and I blow away a strand of hair that fell over my eye. “I thought you said I can make noises if I want everyone to know how much I enjoy you eating my pussy.”
“Turns out I don’t want to share those noises with anyone else.
They’re mine. Just like you are.” He sneaks his arms behind my head and knees and picks me up as if I weigh nothing.
In three quick steps, we stand at the foot of the bed, and he drops me onto it.
“Now I want to fuck my stunning travel-blogger girlfriend.”
Despite the vulgarity, his words still warm my heart.
Above everything else, he is always proud of me.
I don’t ever have to worry about making a decision he won’t appreciate.
Unlike Bradley, he doesn’t want to change me.
He accepts me and loves me exactly as I am.
There’s a freedom that comes with that, one that I’ve never experienced before.
That freedom is what makes me say, “What if your stunning travel-blogger girlfriend wants to suck your cock first?” I turn so that my head is at the edge of the bed and slip my fingers into the waistband of his shorts.
“Fuck, Paige. You’re perfect.”
Ryan is naked in no time, his thick, long cock bobbing right in front of my face.
I wrap a hand tightly around it, making him hiss.
My tongue darts out to his balls, landing short caresses on the place I know he loves.
I pump his cock languidly, watching the way his abs contract as I play with him.
When my lips ultimately wrap around the head of his cock, Ryan lets out a string of profanities.
I suck him, and lick him, and pump him with my hand, as he grunts and praises me.
“You’re so fucking good at this, Paige.”
My wetness drips onto the bedding, as his words and noises wreak havoc on my body.
“Shit, shit. It’s too good. And I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you.”
He sounds feral and desperate as he pushes me off his cock, quickly turns me over so that I’m lying on my stomach with my head on the pillow and mounts my back, his knees framing my thighs. He lifts my ass in the air, slaps it sharply once, twice, before pushing his cock deep into me.
“Ryan.” His name is a breathy moan I can’t keep inside.
He fucks me carelessly, using my body in just the way I like.
His cock hits the deepest parts of me, firing all my nerve endings.
It’s like he knows me inside and out. All of my thoughts and deepest desires.
He lifts my torso, pulling my body flush to his and continues thrusting into me.
He kisses my neck before nipping my ear with his teeth.
“Look at you, baby. You were made to take this fucking cock.”
His fingers find their way to my nipples, pinching them gently, and it’s game over for me.
As waves of ecstasy crash into me, he holds me upright, his cock giving me no reprieve.
He grunts into my ear before I feel him pulse inside me, blanking my mind.
We stay like that, sweaty and spent, until our breaths settle.
His cock slips out, leaving a trail of our cum on my thighs.
“I’ll never get enough of this… I’ll never get enough of you.” He turns me onto my side and lays me on the bed, whispering gentle, loving words and caressing my skin with his fingers.
“I love you, Ryan.”
“I love you, too, baby. I’m so excited for everything our future holds.”
Hours later, after we shower, change the sheets, have sex again, and repeat the process, I check my laptop. My blog already has over a hundred subscribers. My life in the past month has been like something out of a fairytale. But I have a feeling it will only get better.