Epilogue #2
“Easy, Theresa. Let me stretch you,” he said.
I felt a second finger pushing into me. He made scissoring motions that sent shocks of electricity through my body. When he added a third finger a few minutes later, I didn’t think I could take much more.
“Oh my goodness,” I said, closing my eyes and squeezing fistfuls of the bedspread in my hands. My body was tense, despite the massage. I wanted, no, I needed, to come.
He slowly withdrew his fingers, and I wanted to scream at him. He couldn’t leave me like this.
He repositioned himself so he was straddling my hips. His cock was fully erect, and again I worried for a moment that he wouldn’t fit inside of me. He squirted lube onto his hand and ran it over his length. My clit throbbed as I watched him touch himself, preparing to enter me.
“Take a deep breath, Theresa,” Caleb ordered as he positioned his shaft against my ass.
I did as I was told. The head of his cock pressed against my back hole. I gasped as the tip pressed inside, stretching me.
“Holy crap,” I murmured as I forced my muscles to relax.
Caleb moaned. His face was scrunched as if he were in pain.
“Are you alright?” I asked, suddenly afraid that I was doing something wrong and hurting him.
“You’re so tight. It feels fucking unbelievable,” he huffed.
His admission made me glow with pride. I loved knowing that I was able to bring such a strong man to his knees.
“I’m going to push myself in more,” he warned.
“Oh shit. Oh shit,” I whined as I felt more stretched and filled than I ever had. I didn’t think I’d be able to take any more.
“I’m fully inside of you, Theresa,” Caleb huffed.
I gasped with pleasure. I did it! I focused back on him, and he was looking down at me. We smiled at each other.
“I’m going to move now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pulled himself back, keeping the tip of his cock inside me, then thrusted back in. His movements were agonizingly slow at first, but he sped up as I became more comfortable with the feeling of him in my ass.
“Yes, right there,” I said as he continued. My desire to orgasm had lessened while I adjusted to the new experience. Now that I was used to it, finding my release was at the forefront of my mind.
“Please, Sir,” I begged, tears leaking out of the corner of my eyes. This was too much. He was filling me like no one ever had before. I was his. He was mine.
“Come for me, Theresa,” he said, rubbing my clit.
It only took a flick of his thumb and his permission to push me over the edge. My muscles spasmed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
Caleb thrust in me twice more, let out a grunt, and filled me with his seed.
Neither of us moved for a few moments. I lay there, catching my breath, not believing that my dream had become a reality.
If I could go back in time and tell past me how much my life would change in a year, I wouldn’t believe myself.
While I was thinking, he pulled out of me. He reached for a small towel on the nightstand and rubbed it over his spent cock. Then, to my embarrassment, he spread my ass cheeks and wiped between them.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, trying to get up, but he was quicker. He had a hand on my belly, keeping me in my place.
“I’m cleaning you up.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I said shakily as he made another pass with the cloth.
“I’m well aware I don’t have to, but I want to. We discussed this during our bath in Galena, if you remember.”
I did. He liked the emotional submission that taking care of me gave him. While it was difficult at first to let him care for me as he liked, I had gotten used to it. But he had never done anything like clean my bottom.
“Let’s go, Theresa. The shower is calling our name,” Caleb said, tossing the towel into the dirty laundry bin on his way to the bathroom.
I decided to table talking about my discomfort with him for another time. I groaned, not wanting to leave the bed. The mattress was so comfy and warm. After a long day at work and then our play, I was tired.
“Theresa,” Caleb said, poking his head out from the doorway. “If you make me come get you, it’ll mean a spanking. Do you really want that after I just fucked your asshole?”
“I’m coming,” I called, getting out of bed gingerly. Some of my muscles were sore from being stretched in a way they never had been before. When I got into the bathroom, Caleb was in the shower. The bathroom was foggy with steam.
I stepped inside and wrapped my arms around him, leaning heavily against him. Maybe I was a bit more sore and dazed than I thought.
“I got you, sweetie,” Caleb said softly as he wrapped his arms around me. I rested my head against his chest. It vibrated as he chuckled. “No going to sleep on me. I still have one more surprise for you.”
That caught my attention.
“What is it?” I asked, moving my head back so I could look up at him.
“You’ll see after our shower. Come on, let’s wash you up.”
I stood back as he grabbed the body wash. He put a dollop of it in his hands, lathered them together, and began to scrub me.
“You don’t have to do that. I can wash myself.”
Without warning, the palm of his hand connected with my backside three times.
“Ouch!” I cried, and covered my butt with my hands. I tried to rub away the sting, but it lingered an extra moment. Wet skin made any spank hurt so much worse.
“I’m growing tired of repeating myself. Do I need to get the bath brush or will you let me take care of you?”
“I’m sorry. You can take care of me.”
“Good girl,” he said, returning to washing me. In no time, I was squeaky clean. Caleb took care of washing himself as I stepped out of the shower to dry off.
He was much faster cleaning himself, and I wanted to point out that he should give himself as much care as he gave me. But I didn’t want to earn a punishment.
Once we were both dry and dressed, I turned to him. “What’s that other surprise you mentioned?”
He smiled as the doorbell buzzed.
“Right on time,” he said, walking out of the room. I followed him.
He had ordered dinner for us from one of my absolute favorite restaurants in the city, The Berghoff. It was this delicious German place that had been around for over one hundred years.
“You are the best,” I exclaimed as we headed into the kitchen and he started to unbox the food. He got me my favorite—a Reuben sandwich with fries and a glass of their homemade root beer.
“Thank you,” he said, putting his food on a plate. It appeared he got the same as me, and I couldn’t blame him.
I was about to take a bite, but he held up his glass. “Happy one-year anniversary, Theresa.”
“Happy anniversary, honey,” I said, smiling at him.
We clinked our glasses together, and he leaned forward to give me a peck on the lips. Then we dug into our food. Hands down, this was the perfect way to celebrate one year of being in each other’s lives. In that moment, I knew we had many more years to come.
The End