29. Epilogue - Christian
One Year Later…
“Happy birthday, my love.”
The greeting tugs a grin from Raven’s lips. It’s the most wonderful grin, one that lights her whole face up. It matches her bright floral dress perfectly, one that has my hands tugging her toward me until she’s half-sitting on my lap.
“Thanks. My love? That’s new.”
“I thought it suited the occasion.” I kiss her cheek, then her shoulder. “Unless you wanted sweetheart or baby?”
“I don’t care what you call me.”
“I’m fine with anything you call me too.” I wiggle my brows suggestively at her. “Especially when you moan it?—”
“Christian!”
But she giggles when I draw her even closer until she’s straddling my lap on the edge of the bed. She wriggles to get away but the more she moves, the more my desire for her awakens until my cock is hard as a rock, and I can no longer keep my hands off her. Raven finally notices the hardness and her eyes widen.
“Christian, we have guests…”
“And they’re not here yet.” I kiss her throat, then her chin. I suck on her lower lip until she opens up for me, then yields until I can feel her breasts pressing against my chest.
“They’ll be here any minute.”
“No, they won’t. They’ll be late. Probably getting your gifts.”
My tongue tangles with hers, tasting every bit of her sweetness. She gasps when I clasp her hips and sit her right on my erection, but soon, she’s the one rubbing against it until I can feel myself getting harder. The friction is unbearable, but I want more, so I tug her panties to the side and kiss the moan from her lips when I slip a finger inside her, then another.
I groan when I find her so wet already—and so fucking tight, as she immediately clamps around me. It’s the best sensation there is, even more so when Raven rides my fingers with gusto.
We’ve spent so many months making each other feel good, but it still feels brand new every single time—like we can just never get enough of each other. Our kiss deepens into something desperate when I speed up the thrust of my fingers inside her, and soon, I want more.
Raven understands this, too, but she has other ideas as she slides off me and sinks to her knees. I open my mouth to protest, but at the sound of my zipper moving down, I can only close my eyes and brace for what’s to come.
Her tongue comes first, licking my tip before it curls around the base of my cock. Then her hand is there, stroking to a nice, easy rhythm, firm and perfect. My eyes snap open when I feel her lips wrap around me next, then suck with so much eagerness that I can only groan.
“Baby, that’s so good. You do that so well.”
She smiles around my cock. “Only with practice.”
“More than happy to be your test subject.”
I groan out her name repeatedly, then tug her hair when she laps me up and nearly makes me come.
“Not yet.” It’s a growl in my throat and I keep tugging until she’s in my arms again. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
“I want you inside me, too, darling.”
Raven calling me darling? Maybe that’s my favorite pet name, especially with how throaty and soft she sounds. I roll her around until she’s flat on her back then pull her panties off completely, kissing her until she’s warm and pliant.
“Christian, the baby…”
“The nanny’s got her. They’re out in the yard.” I position my cock at her entrance. “And the door’s closed. Please…”
If she says no, I know I’ll back off, but I’m relieved when she nods and finally lets me lift her skirt higher and push. Then I’m inside her, where it’s all hot and tight, and I nearly lose my mind at the initial sensation after being in her mouth for so long. I grit my teeth to keep my body steady, then wait it out until I can get a better grasp of my self-control.
She doesn’t make it easy as she continuously rains kisses on me, teasing and heartfelt at the same time. Her hands aren’t idle either, cruising over my skin until I feel like I’m burning up. But I try my best.
When I’m calmer, I finally move inside her, and it’s always a pleasure when her eyes flare and I see the effect I have on her when I thrust.
“You can moan, baby. It’s just us here,” I whisper in her ear while my cock pounds into her, firm and steady. “If you’re worried, you can just moan against my ear or my mouth. I just want to hear you so badly.”
As if my words are her trigger, she turns her head and moans against my throat, then wraps her legs around me. It deepens my connection with her, and it’s so good that my attempt at being calmer is already waning. Soon enough, I can no longer keep it slow and steady as she moves restlessly against me.
Wanting to give her more, I pull away from her, then guide her until she’s on all fours. She trembles with anticipation while I hurry behind her, and it isn’t long until I’m buried inside her again. I mute my groan against her shoulder, the sensations thrumming through me so crazy good.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so much tighter like this. Do you want me to keep going?”
Her nod and subsequent ‘yes’ are erratic. I take it as my signal and drive inside her, going deeper this time until I’m hitting that spot that makes her gasp and moan louder. She turns her head into the pillow to muffle them, and a scream flies out when I drag her straps and bra down until her breasts are free.
I thumb her nipples and knead her, adding to the sensations assaulting her. Then I move my thumb from her nipples to in between her legs until I find her clit, already tight and ready for me. A few flicks are all it takes to get her off that edge, her muscles squeezing so tightly that I begin to see stars.
“Yes, just like that. Good girl. Fuck, Raven. You squeeze me so well, you…”
I’m at a loss for words as my orgasm comes with a vengeance, snatching my breath and soul in one go. I keep pumping until there’s nothing left, emptying myself inside her until my bones have turned to jelly. When they do, I still have the semblance to roll us so I don’t squash her, and we collapse in a pile of bliss beside each other.
Automatically, my hand reaches for her while she wriggles to snuggle closer. We stay there for a while, stunned and sated, our breathing eventually slowing down as we catch our bearings.
“That was crazy.”
At her comment, I glance at her. Her dress is wrapped around her waist, but one strap is still down and exposing her breast. I note the buttons that are supposed to be on her dress are now scattered on the mattress.
“Uh-oh.”
She looks down and sighs. She also lightly slaps my hand away when I attempt to play with her breast, then pushes off me to stand up. I stay where I am, taking in her flushed cheeks, pink glow, and the sparkle in her amber eyes.
“Fuck. You’re beautiful, Raven.”
She softens at my words but holds strong when I cajole her back into bed. Raven sighs again.
“Christian, you ruined my dress.”
“Sorry. I just can’t keep my hands off you.” I stand, too, and head toward the closet. “But I have a spare.”
“A spare?”
I rummage through some clothes and grab the hanger at the back. Then I turn around and hold it up.
“Here. I bought this last week. Just in case you needed another bright floral dress.”
She gapes at the dress I’m holding, her eyes widening. Then she laughs, a melodic sound that’s music to my ears.
“You were expecting us to have sex in this dress, weren’t you?”
I shrug and grin sheepishly.
“Baby, when I saw that on you in the dressing room, I wanted to fuck you in there and make you scream my name. It’s still a fantasy in my head.”
Heat and desire flare in her expression, mirroring what I feel. But she shakes her head as her lips quirk.
“Well. It has to remain a fantasy for now. I think our guests are here.”
For now. The only words I hear, and I groan as my cock twitches again. Then I hear the door outside, too, and force myself to act like a decent human being in the next few hours—and that means not tearing the spare dress off Raven’s body because she looks fantastic in it, too.
When we head to the living room, our families are already there. I scan the crowd, from Nick and Clara to Honey Lee and Aaron, then Raven’s sister, Sophia, who’s visiting for the weekend.
My parents and hers are there, too. It’s the first time they’re meeting, and I can tell from their expressions that they’ve already hit it off. Everything’s just so festive, from their clothes to the living room decorations, and suddenly, my bliss turns into nervousness as I know what’s coming next.
“Sorry. We got distracted with the decorations.”
Nick meets my gaze and holds back his laughter, clearly on to me. Then, our daughter, Avery, is taken in, and I watch as Raven lights up and rushes toward her. As soon as she holds our baby in her arms, I’m hit with a sense of contentment, still unable to believe my luck that I have this.
That I have everything I didn’t ask for, but it’s everything I need.
And that gives me courage.
I walk over to Raven while she plays with our daughter, giggling when Avery makes strange, adorable noises. She thanks our family when they greet her, then is puzzled when they suddenly grow quiet.
Finally, she turns to me and freezes—because I’m already on my knee and holding out a ring.
“Christian?”
There’s a tremor in her voice. I take a deep breath, then release it. Then I meet her stunned gaze.
“I love you, Raven. I love you and Avery so much, and I’m so happy that I have you both in my life. Will you?—”
“Yes!”
Joy surges forth. “Yes? Really?”
“Yes.” Tears fall from her eyes, and I hurriedly stand up. “It will always be yes, Christian.”
Yes. She said yes.
Speechless, I wipe her tears away, then kiss each cheek. Then I can only engulf her and Avery in my arms, overwhelmed that while I didn’t get to finish my question, her answer has already anchored me to where we are now: home.
We’re home with each other. We are each other’s home.
And there’s no other place I’d rather be.
THE END