Epilogue
One & a half years later…
“You’re joking, right? Cal wants to go camping?” I sigh as Ryan comes up behind me while I’m doing the dishes.
“I told him no,” he replies, massaging my shoulders, which almost makes me drop the plate I’m holding.
“We can, if you want. It’s summertime! Maybe we can pick a spot near that lake you always liked?” I suggest.
“Babe, we don’t have to…” I can almost hear a hint of agony in his tone.
“I insist. It could be fun. We have to get back to enjoying the things we once loved at some point, ya know…”
“Well…this time, if they cancel, we’re heading home.”
“Sounds good to me. Should I book a site?” I ask.
“Sure. I’ll let Cal know that it’s a go.” Before he turns to leave the room, he leans in and gently kisses my neck.
We’ve been together for a solid year now and it still gives me chills every time he touches me or kisses me. In a way, I still can’t believe we ended up together.
A few minutes later, I finish the dishes and dry my hands off, reaching for my phone on the counter to look up campsites near Lake Fremont.
I’ve only ever been there once but I remember it being super laid back and not overly crowded with loud people.
I finally find the perfect site and book it, checking first to make sure that we can have two tents with the accommodation.
A few seconds later, Ryan walks around the corner. “Any luck with the booking?” he asks.
“All done! Site number seven. It’s right along the lake. There’s trees around the site for privacy.” I smile.
“Hmm…I guess we’ll have to put those trees to good use…”
“It’s not that private…” I chuckle. “You’ll have to keep your hands to yourself.”
He laughs out loud. “Not a chance in hell.”
“Then maybe Gabs and I will have to share a tent. You and Cal can have some male bonding time,” I giggle.
“You’re lying to yourself…”
“About what exactly?”
“Your ability to say no to my cock being balls deep inside you…”
His words make my pussy ache in an instant. “You know…it’s been a while since Gabby and I have hung out…”
“Still in denial?” He walks closer to me, reaching his hand between my legs. “Your already soaked pussy tells me otherwise…”
I let out a whimper as he pulls my pants down enough so he can slide his hand inside my panties. His finger finds my clit and my knees become jelly the very second he applies pressure.
“What about now?” He grabs my hand and shoves it down his shorts. I grip his hard cock, jerking him off as he circles my clit with his finger. “Tell me you don’t want me to rearrange your insides.”
I don’t say a word, lowering my head to his chest as I feel the orgasm building inside me. Before I know it, he picks me up and sets me down on the table, practically ripping my pants off. My panties are torn off next, and he pushes two fingers inside me, curling them upward against my g-spot.
“You need this…don’t you?” he softly growls as he watches my pussy take one more of his fingers.
“Fuckkk yes I do,” I whimper, arching my back.
“Come for me. Show me how fucking good it feels.”
“Oh god! Don’t stop……please don’t fucking stop!” I exclaim as he quickens his movements and finger fucks my pussy.
“Come on, baby, you’re so close.” I feel him add a fourth finger and I start to get nervous.
Pleasure takes over my entire body and before I know it, he’s pushing his thumb into me, nearly thrusting his entire hand into me. I’m wet, but not wet enough to handle getting fisted, I assume.
“Ryan…I don’t think?—”
“Shhh.” He places his finger against my lips. “Stay right there.”
I watch him walk away, leaving me craving the fullness. When he finally walks back into the kitchen, I see the bottle of lube from our drawer in his hand.
I sit myself up and I’m sure the anxiety can be seen on my face. “Seriously?” I ask.
He squirts a good amount on his fingers and walks toward me, motioning for me to lay back.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, swiping his lubed fingers along my pussy.
“I—I do, but…”
“Pick a safe word, baby girl.”
“Now you’re scaring me…” I whimper.
“Pick one.”
“Red?”
“That works.” He grins before working three lubed fingers inside me. “Breathe for me, baby. Deep breaths. I’ll go slow.”
I do as he says and take a few deep breaths, but I can’t help but hold it when he pushes the fourth finger inside, along with his thumb.
“Don’t hold your breath, baby. Let it out.”
As I slowly exhale, he pushes into me further and the pain is almost unbearable for a moment. Just when I’m about the stop everything by screaming “red”, he presses his other thumb against my clit, circling gently as he sinks his hand fully inside me.
“OH FUUCKKKK!” I holler out, the pain slowly morphing into pleasure.
“I knew my girl could take it.” He grins. “Such a good fucking girl…”
“I feel…so…full…” I manage to breathe out.
“You’re doing so good.”
I toss my head back as he starts to thrust his hand from inside, hitting places I never knew existed.
“You’re fucking beautiful. My perfect little slut.”
“Fuck yes!” I squeal, my eyes shooting open.
“All mine…”
“All yours.”
He thrusts inside me a few more times and slowly pulls his hand out of me, spitting down onto my pussy before diving in to lap it all up.
When he wraps his mouth around my clit and flicks his tongue over it, I lose all control and come so hard that I toss my head back a little too hard and smash it off the table.
He stops, and though he’s concerned, he starts to laugh. “Jesus, baby. Are you okay?”
I nod my head and reach down to push his mouth back onto me. He keeps going and makes me come a second time, then starts to kiss his way up my thighs and up to my stomach.
“I can’t get enough of you, Lyla. You’re everything I could have ever dreamed of.”
“Ditto.” I smirk, knowing how much he hates it when I say that.
“You’re a fucking brat. You know that, right?” he huffs.
“I’m well aware of it,” I tease as he steps back and adjusts his hard cock beneath his shorts. Next thing I know, his hands slip under my ass and he starts to carry me toward the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m sure you’ll need to soak for a bit.”
“I think it might be a while before we do that again. That was?—”
He turns the taps on and shoots me a devilish grin. “That was fucking hot.”
Sometimes, the annoying, pig headed best friend personality comes back to life, but I wouldn’t trade him for the world.
We survived one storm, and I’m sure we could survive any others that may come our way.