Chapter 10 Epilogue
Chapter ten
Paul
"Wake up, sunshine. It's time for dinner." I trace the line of Skylar's cheek with my finger as I try to convince her to get up—to no avail.
I glance at the bedroom doors, behind which I can hear Mark and Hunter getting ready. It will all be wasted if I can't convince our sleeping beauty to get out of bed.
"Let's skip dinner and sleep forever," Skylar mumbles as I try to nudge her awake. At least, that's what I think she said. It's hard to hear with her face smooshed into a pillow.
"No, baby. You need to eat. And this place is like nothing you'll ever see again." I lift the covers, but Skylar rolls over and curls her legs up under her T-shirt to stay warm.
Well, fuck. That's adorable. And inconvenient as hell.
"Come on, Sky. The Eiffel Tower is all lit up. You can see it from the balcony," I try again, but Skylar mumbles incoherently.
Weeks of travel and nonstop sex have finally caught up with our girl, and she's exhausted.
Typically, I would be the first to let her sleep, but not tonight.
We left Fox Falls almost two months ago, heading out the day after the auction.
All the bachelorettes found their happily ever after, many of them in arrangements similar to ours.
We like to think we did our part in keeping the female population of Foxy Falls warm this winter.
Hunter stays in contact with Ms. Diane even more than Skylar does, and she’s convinced this fall will see a record number of births.
I blow out a long breath, gazing around the spacious hotel room, looking for a solution.
My eyes land on my small black bag filled with toys.
I walk over, selecting lube and Thor's Thunder.
If this one doesn't wake her up, I don't know what will.
We established consent to play with Skylar while she sleeps, so I have zero qualms about using an orgasm to get her out of bed.
I roll Skylar onto her back, and she smiles in her sleep.
"Let's give you something to really smile about, baby," I whisper.
I descend between her legs, licking up her seam and spending time on her gorgeous clit.
Skylar moans, opening her legs further even as her eyes remain closed.
Once I have her dripping with her sweet honey, I grab Thor and slick him up with lube.
I’m never jealous of the toys we use, but if I didn't need to remain clothed, I would much prefer to replace this monstrosity with my cock.
C'est la vie.
I continue to lick little circles around her clit, and Skylar moans, tossing her head on the pillow as she rouses. Notching the tip of Thor at her opening, I watch in pure ecstasy as her perfect pussy takes the massive dildo.
"Oh, God!" Skylar calls out.
I continue to slowly thrust the toy as I flick her clit with my tongue.
Her eyes pop open, searching wildly to make sense of the pleasure flooding her body.
The slow smile of gratitude stretching across her face when she sees me is enough to make me as hard as a rock.
I remind myself that this sex is not just about her pleasure, but about getting her to the next stage, or I'm liable to forget what's happening outside the door while I ravage her body for the rest of the evening.
"Oh, oh, oh," Skylar chants, her little moans of pleasure growing frantic as she pulls at my hair.
I grind my tongue against her clit, thrusting the dildo in further, and Skylar groans loudly as she rolls her hips to get a better angle. I grind against the bed as I try to get some friction. Her moans and whimpers make me ready to burst.
"Oh, God, yes! Yes!" Skylar calls out. Her legs shake, which means she's close.
I continue the slow thrusts with Thor, then suck her clit into my mouth, grazing her with my teeth. Skylar pulls my hair hard and stills, falling silent before she shatters. Her honey drenches the bed, and I run my tongue through her release as I relish every last drop.
"Oh, fuck. Thank you," Skylar breathes, blinking her eyes open. "What time is it?"
"Time to get ready for dinner. We've rented out a place for the four of us, so nothing fancy," I tell her.
"Okay, give me ten minutes." Skylar stretches, biting her lip as she squeezes her thighs together.
"First, I want to show you something." I reach for her hand, and she links her fingers with mine, letting me pull her from bed without a fight.
She grips my arm as I walk her toward the double doors of the bedroom, snuggling against me. I hope she's fully awake.
"Close your eyes."
Skylar immediately closes her eyes, and I throw open the double doors to the main room of our grand suite.
"Open them," Hunter tells her.
Skylar grins at the sound of his voice and opens her eyes, gasping at the sight in front of her.
The room is filled with red roses. Candles flicker on every surface, creating a soft glow. Mark and Hunter kneel before her, each on one knee.
Skylar walks toward them, then turns to look at me as I also drop to one knee.
We each hold out a black velvet box and open them in unison.
Our first stop two months ago was in Paris, and we booked a spa day for Skylar so we could visit a jewelry store. We designed a three-ring wedding set inlaid with diamonds, emeralds, and platinum. The rings intertwine to complete one incredible band.
Skylar's eyes shine with tears as she turns in a circle, her hands over her mouth.
"Will you be our wife?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" She laughs, clapping her hands in delight as we all stand and place our rings on her finger. Skylar's mouth drops open as she gets a good look at them.
"It's perfect," she breathes. "I love you all so much. My sexy, incredible men."
"You are ours," Mark tells her, capturing her mouth with his and kissing her deeply. "Ours to fuck."
Hunter kisses her next. "Ours to own."
Then it's my turn. I run my hand over her cheek, and she nuzzles into me. "Ours to worship."
"I am yours, and you are all mine."
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I hope you loved the Ours to Worship Duet.