Epilogue One Cherry
I wake when Jake tries to slide his arm out from under my warm body so he can shower and get ready for the day.
“Where are you going? It’s still night.”
Jake chuckles as I roll to look at him, with displeasure clear on my face. What I see as he looks back at me is filled with so much love it steals the breath from my lungs, and in a totally different way than when my kinky boyfriend has his hands on my throat.
It’s taken us a long time to get here but today we’re moving into our new home together. To think that this time last year we were fighting to save my best friend and now me and Jake are finally getting our own happy ending, makes me feel incredibly lucky.
“Hey, handsome. Happy Moving Day.”
He bends close, and catches my nape with his hand, bringing me closer to his lips. “Happy Moving Day, Blossom.” His kiss is quick but deep, stirring my blood to boiling as it always does. “Wanna take a shower with me and see if I can wake you up?”
I jump from the bed at his suggestion and leap towards him, knowing he’ll catch me. My legs hook around his waist, and I feel the hard, blunt end of his cock against my belly. Holding my ass, in his big hands, he gives me a deeper kiss, a lazy slow morning kiss before he walks us into the bathroom as I grind against him.
“Hell, yes. I do.”
Jake places me down in the bathroom and closes the door before dropping his boxers and lifting the t-shirt he gave me to wear, which has his name on it, over my head.
“God, you’re too fucking beautiful. I might have to lock you up in our new house so other men can’t see how stunning you are.”
“Jake, you’re too much.” My head dips to hide how much pleasure I get from his possessive jealousy.
“I need to fuck you fast, Blossom. I can’t wait.”
“Then take me.”
His eyes darken, the growl rumbling through his chest making a flood of heat soak my pussy. I love how much he wants me and how much he shows me and anyone else how much I mean to him. Our path hasn’t been an easy one. It has been mired by lies, blackmail, attempted murder, and the destruction of his beautiful period home, but today marks the beginning. The house couldn’t be salvaged, and in the end, we decided to tear it down and start again and make it into something we can both love, with none of the memories of that day.
“I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m hanging on by a thread already.”
I fist his hard cock in my hand, and he groans as I stroke him with a firm, practiced motion I know drives him wild.
“You’d never hurt me. Now fuck me like you hate me.”
Jake would never hurt me, he’s shown me in every way I could ever want how sorry he is for what happened at Harvard. Even going so far as to get me re-enrolled if I wanted to. I don’t, that time in my life is gone and I’m ready to move on. I get a text from him every morning even when he’s lying next to me. Fresh flowers are sent to the shop every week in every shade of pink I can imagine and better than all of that, he makes me feel like I’ll always have a safe spot to land when the weight of shielding those I love becomes too much. He’s my light in the d ark and the boy who showed me it was okay to be me.
Pulling my hand away, Jake spins me around so I’m facing the mirror.
“Hold onto the counter and don’t let go.”
My eyes meet his in the glass, and I see hunger slashed in the tight line of his marble jaw. I bite my lip and think I could come from the sight of him looking so powerful alone. Jake glances down at my ass, and I watch his expression change in the mirror, his hand moving up and down the ridges of my spine before smoothing over my ass. Running a finger lower, he dips his hand between my legs and groans appreciatively when he finds me soaked for him already.
“You are my good girl, aren’t you, Blossom?”
I give him a curt nod as he spears his fingers inside me before pulling them out and rubbing them over my swollen clit until I’m forced up on tiptoes as I try to grind against his cock with my ass. The move forces my tits up, and I can see Jake’s eyes on them in the glass so I lift my hand from the counter and pluck at my nipple.
“Did I say you could move your hand from the counter?”
I give him a bratty smirk. “No.”
“Looks like someone wants to get her ass spanked.”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
I love this dynamic in our relationship. Jake allows me to be the ball buster outside of the bedroom, but in here, he gets the other part of me. The side that wants to give up all my control and trust him with my pleasure, but now and then the sass bleeds through and I think he likes that just as much.
“I’m gonna get to mark you as mine, Blossom? Make this ass as pink as your hair?”
“Yes, do it. I want to feel all of you.”
“Fuck, you’re killing me.”
“No dying today, Jake.”
His hand smooths over my ass again and he gives me a single slap that makes me moan in pleasure .
“Umm, I could do this all day, but I want inside you and it will give you something to look forward to when I fuck you all over our new house.”
“Yes! Now can we please get on with it before I die from waiting?”
Jake chuckles. “Impatient brat.”
He rubs the blunt head of his cock over my wet entrance before thrusting through my legs so his cock brushes against my clit. I’m sure he’s trying to torture me for not agreeing to his plan to knock me up before we get married. It wasn’t about the marriage but wanting us to have some time together first, but Jake is eager to put a baby in me and is using every trick he can to torture me into conceding. Little does he know I’ve already given in and thrown my contraceptives in the bin last week. New house, new baby, or so they say.
“Jake Marshall, either fuck me or I’ll paint every room in our new house fuchsia pink.”
“If that’s what you want, Blossom.”
I growl and he leans in and bites my shoulder lightly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now, fuck me.”
Jake eases back and then slowly pushes into my body. I feel the size of his cock stretch me and wriggle to get him to give me more.
“Greedy girl.”
“Give me everything, Jake.”
Running his hand over my back, he grips my shoulder as he holds my gaze in the mirror before slamming home and giving me everything. His firm grip on my hair has me arching into him as he fucks me hard and fast. My hips press against the counter so hard I know I’ll have bruises later and I know Jake will kiss them better, and I love that.
“Like this, Blossom? Is this how you want me to fuck my fiancée?”
We’d gotten engaged this last month when he’d surprised me with a trip to Yoshino, Nara prefecture in Japan. Over thirty thousand Sakura trees had bloomed with Cherry Blossoms. It had been just me and him and a carpet of pink petals as he went down on one knee and proposed with a teardrop pink diamond. It had been emotional and everything I could ever have dreamed of. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful, and that he’d taken the time to plan the trip and make every detail perfect and personal showed me just how well he knew and loved me. It had been just for us, and then later he’d taken me on a bike he’d hired and we’d ridden for hours until we stopped at a boutique hotel for the night to celebrate. It was perfect, but then he was perfect for me. Not because neither of us are flawless, but because our imperfections make us perfect for each other.
“Uh-huh.”
Then there’s no more talking as he fucks me, watching my tits bounce as I take him.
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh is almost as heady as the feel of his hands on my throat as I race toward my climax. “Jake, please.”
He doesn’t fuck around or make me beg but slips his hand to my clit and rubs hard and fast, wanting me to come before he does and knowing he doesn’t have much restraint left.
I cry his name as my pussy milks his dick, and he slams into me a couple more times before he stays buried and comes hard, filling me with his seed. Leaning over, he kisses my shoulder as I turn until he can take my lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”