Epilogue #3
Kayla slowly pushed my shoulders back and kissed her way down to my throbbing cock.
But before she placed her lips over the pink, swollen head, she lifted herself up and off the chair.
My eyes narrowed in confusion, then widened with surprise when I understood what she was doing.
She straddled me, lowering one knee, then the other, until her head was positioned above my cock and I had the best view of her sweet pussy, just inches from his face.
Fuuuck.
There was something to be said for her previous position, for seeing her face as she licked and sucked me and took me into her mouth. I could admire her and see the smirk on her face when her eyes locked with mine. But from this angle, she was pure temptation.
I could see that beautiful, delicious pussy of hers, dripping with how turned on she was. I could see her breasts bouncing as she moved her mouth over me. She rocked her hips and shook her ass, teasing me some more, asking for my attention.
And I’d have been a fool to leave her hanging.
Unable to resist touching her any longer, I propped myself up on my elbows.
My fingers traced around the lips of her pussy, sliding through her slick folds and to her clit.
I teased into her entrance, curling a single finger against her walls and then sliding back out before adding another finger into the mix.
She had started off slower this time, taking her time to tease me as her lips and tongue moved over my cock.
And a few flicks of her tongue over a particularly sensitive spot had me nearly jolting off the lounger.
But Kayla just ran a soothing palm up and down my leg, easing me with her touch.
Her hand moved closer to the more sensitive skin inside my thighs, touching my lightly before gently cupping and squeezing my balls as she swirled her tongue around my tip, lapping at the precum there.
I was almost overcome with the warmth I felt from her mouth and the grip of her hand around my dick.
I wrapped my arms under her thighs and pulled her dripping pussy to my face, unable to hold back any longer.
She let out a whimper of delight at having my tongue delve into her center and lick her like she was my last meal.
I was distracting to say the least, but she wasn’t about to let that stop her from sucking me off.
No, she wanted to make me explode and take all of my hot cum in her mouth.
My fingers found their way back inside her, and I used them along with my mouth and tongue over her clit to create ripples of pleasure that soon grew into stronger, more powerful waves.
My pace was a little slower, a bit gentler than before, but having my dick in her mouth and me in her pussy at the same time had her senses overloaded.
It was only a matter of time before another orgasm hit.
Kayla started to shake as she came, and she was determined to take my release into his mouth before she lost control. She had me deep in her mouth, her hands working over my shaft and massaging the tender area of skin just below my balls.
Fuck. How did she know every little thing that would drive me crazy?
I felt the familiar tug of my orgasm at the base of my spine, and as Kayla’s pace intensified, so did my urge to let go and let the heat flowing through my veins send me over the edge.
“Kayla,” he panted, “I’m going to…”
“Do it,” she said, using her hand to twist over my shaft while she spoke. “I want it.”
I groaned deeply, her name on my lips, as I released into her, and she greedily took all of it into her mouth. She slowed her movements and finally released me from her grasp when she’d had enough.
Then she turned herself around and smiled as she looked at my flushed cheeks, tight jaw. She kissed my chest, then snuggled into my side as my body still jerked and shivered.
“Fuck,” I panted, trying to catch my breath. “You’re something else.”
“I have my moments.” She placed a kiss at the corner of my jaw and spoke softly into his ear. “I’m not letting you go anywhere just yet, though. We’re just taking a break. I need you at full strength later.”
I rolled to my side, taking Kayla in my arms. I kissed her lips and then her forehead, and tucked her head beneath my chin as we relaxed peacefully under the afternoon sun.
It felt different now, something like a benediction. We lay tangled together on the lounger, the salt air drying the sweat on our skin, the rhythmic lap of the infinity pool the only soundtrack to the life we were building.
I rested my hand flat against Kayla’s stomach.
There was nothing to feel yet, no flutter or kick, but the knowledge of what was growing there hummed beneath my palm like a live wire.
I’d defined my life by the numbers on a scoreboard and the time left on a clock.
I’d lived in the fractured space of the next shift, the next goal, the next win.
But as I looked at my wife, her eyes closed and her features softened by a peace she’d fought a lifetime to earn, I realized the clock had finally stopped.
I wasn't waiting for the buzzer anymore. I wasn't bracing for the hit. I was just here.
Gabe was thousands of miles away, likely complaining about his summer conditioning drills but doing them anyway. A new banner was being hoisted into the rafters back in Frost Bank.
And here, in the quiet heat of a Grecian afternoon, a new man was preparing to take the ice.
I pressed a final, lingering kiss to Kayla’s temple and pulled a towel over both of us, shielding her from the glare. I’d spent my whole career chasing the silver, thinking it was the only thing that could make a man immortal. I was wrong.
Immortality wasn't a trophy in a glass case. It was the girl in my arms, the boy back home, and the heartbeat beneath my hand.