Epilogue #2
“Can I take these off?” he asks, tugging on my leggings.
“Take everything off,” I plead. I need to feel him, his skin, his body.
My clothes are gone in the blink of an eye.
“Missed this tight, little pussy,” he growls. He pumps his fingers in and out of me and I can’t think.
“Fuck, princess, you’re so goddamn wet for me.”
I moan as he sucks on one nipple and then the other. He lavishes kisses and I’m so close already.
“Missed these gorgeous tits,” he groans as he bites the underside. “I’m fucking these next.”
I whimper, pleasure multiplying so fast and dancing along the edge. “I’m—I’m close…”
“Come for me, princess,” he rasps. His thumb circles my clit and I cry his name as I fall apart. His thumb doesn’t stop though, neither do his lips or his hands. Waves upon waves of delicious pleasure wash over me and I smile, blissfully delirious.
“Missed watching you come,” he smirks, his blue eyes dazzling, like the ocean on a sunny day.
“Missed you making me come,” I manage to say, surprised that I did. His nostrils flare and with one hand he works his belt and zipper, then his cock is at my entrance.
“I need to fuck you, Selena,” he rasps. “Tell me I can.”
The desperation in his voice sends heat rushing to my core.
“Yes, Grayson. Please.”
And he does. Hard and fast, gripping my hips, biting my neck, ravaging me.
We don’t last long. My orgasm hits while he whispers how beautiful I am, how good I make him feel, how well I take him. My heart swoons, my body pulses, and stars flash in the back of my eyes.
I feel myself flutter around him. Only then does he come, a guttural sound ripped from his chest. “Fuck, princess,” he growls, thrusting up into me, deep, almost brutal, until he’s panting, his chest heaving.
Trembling in his arms I think about him, always putting me first, always generous with my pleasure. I think about the one time I went down on him, his huge cock filling my mouth, his taste going down my throat. Lust buzzes beneath my skin.
“What are you thinking about?” he breathes against my jaw.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“I was remembering the way you taste,” I admit, my cheeks going warm. I feel him twitch inside me.
“That’s what you want?” his voice is low, raw.
I swallow. “Yes.”
He twitches inside me again.
“Give me five,” he smirks and the next thing I know, we’re on the love seat.
I didn’t even give him a tour of my one bedroom apartment. All the furniture was donated by my neighbor’s daughter, who got it in the divorce settlement, but didn’t want any of it.
The cream colored love seat and round, mahogany coffee table, a three-piece outdoor patio set, and the double bed recently purchased, but never used.
The sparse furnishings make the apartment look bigger than it is, but none of that matters when his mouth and tongue are on my breasts and his hand is between my legs.
One dimple teases me as he kisses his way down, down. A shiver follows him, rolling along my spine, settling between my thighs.
I’m smiling, sated, delighted that he still remembers what I like, still knows exactly how to touch me, still makes me come so good. Honestly, I was worried. It’s been three months. More than enough time for him to decide he’s made a mistake and move on.
“Stop overthinking, princess.”
“I wasn’t.”
He arches an eyebrow and I sigh.
“Okay, I was, but…” I sit up to be closer to him. “It’s just…you remember.”
“Of course, I do.” The caress along my cheek is soft and tender. The look in his eyes speaks of love and longing. “You’re all I think about,” he admits.
His words steal my breath away. My heart is giddy and…and happy.
“This is something else I’ve been thinking about,” he winks. I’m barely catching my breath, barely coming down from the fantastic high he created when his mouth replaces where his hand was teasing.
I melt back into the couch. Grayson’s kissing my pussy, lapping up my release, our release.
“Oh god.” I arch off the loveseat.
He grabs my hips, his mouth and his tongue are everywhere. My slit, my clit, deeper. He’s licking and sucking and growling like he can’t get enough, like he’s enjoying every single taste. And I’m loving every single second of it.
“You’re fucking delicious,” his voice rumbles through me. I wonder if he can taste himself and the thought has me whimpering.
I glide my fingers through his hair, loving how he looks between my legs. Loving how his eyes watch me, mirroring everything I’m feeling.
Love. Lust. Desire. Want. Need. All mixed in a heady combination that nearly overpowers me.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper and he doesn’t, he devours.
When I come again, his fingers are inside me while his mouth sucks hard on my clit. My vision goes blurry while pleasure pulses through me and my body trembles with ecstasy.
I wake up in my bed, alone. Fear grips my soul when I think that might’ve all been a dream.
I scramble out of my room looking for Grayson, and crash straight into him.
“Whoa,” he holds me steady, “you okay?”
“Yeah, I—” He’s smiling at me and my body feels all relaxed and tingly. I don’t know what he just said. “I…uh, what?”
He squeezes my hip and laughs. The sound lifts my mood and confidence. I’m sure it can cure a cold too.
I notice he’s cleaned the shine of my arousal from his face. He’s so freaking handsome. I almost forget there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell him. Letty called me and apparently they made me an offer in Los Angeles. It’s more money, back in the US, near Mamá and Papá, and also, closer to him.
He’s still wearing my jersey and a strange sense of possessiveness rushes through me. Smiling my smile with two cute dimples on full display, Grayson grabs my hips and lifts me to him.
“You know what you look like right now?” I ask, reveling in his embrace, in the warmth and love he wraps me up in.
“What do I look like?” he asks, kissing up my neck.
“You look like you’re mine,” I smile and he chuckles, his gaze returning to my own.
“I am yours, princess, utterly, completely, and in every way.”
The kiss that follows is slow and perfect. My heart dances in my chest.
“Remember when you didn’t want to be my friend,” I say because I miss teasing him. “What changed your mind?”
“It was that blue little outfit,” he replies and I giggle when he buries his face in my neck, tickling me. “The truth?” he says, returning me to the floor but not letting go. “It happened gradually. And I fought it every step of the way.”
I might be offended if I hadn’t done the exact same thing. “I was a dork, too,” I admit, making him smile.
“That reminds me, I got you something,” he says suddenly, walking to his backpack. He hands me what looks like a shirt—no, a jersey. I take it and realize it’s a green and yellow baseball jersey with the word Los Angeles written across the chest.
For a second I think he heard the news, but the L.A.Heat FC colors are blue and gold. When I look up at him, I swear his cheeks are flushed. Is he blushing?
“Thank you, this is cool,” I smirk, slipping into the jersey when it suddenly dawns on me what it means. Those orgasms must’ve scrambled my brain, but the realization hits me like a train. My eyes snap to his. “You got called up!?”
He nods.
“This is your jersey?!” I take it off, flip it around, and Rhodes 22 is stitched on the back.
Those two dimples let me know how happy he is.
“Grayson!” I cry, jumping into his arms. “Oh my god!! Congratulations!!”
He spins me round and round in the living room. I hug and kiss him, and hold on tight. I can’t believe he’ll be playing in Los Angeles! It’s been a tough few weeks, but he did it!
“When did this happen?” I ask. “And why didn’t Letty tell me?!” I talked to her yesterday!
“Last week and I asked her not to.”
“But—”
“Selena—”
I love how he says my name.
“—I wanted to share the news in person.”
Okay, I get that, plus when his voice sounds like that, all low and growly, I can’t even argue with him. I smile anyway because I’m so happy for him!
“Grayson, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you!” I put his new jersey on because I just realized I’m still naked. “How do I look?”
“Perfect,” he replies, coming towards me. When he does so, the light from the window catches my eye.
“So, L.A., huh?”
He nods. “I’m looking at places next weekend. I was hoping you’d like to join me.”
Looking for places or joining him in Los Angeles?! Slow down, Selena.
I remind myself we’ve been together less than a year. We’re both so young. He’s probably not thinking about that. Marriage is definitely not on his radar. It hasn’t been on mine until this very moment.
“I’m off next weekend.”
“I know.”
Of course he does. He’s always so considerate, putting me first.
“What did you want to show me?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah!” I cry, excited. I’d totally forgotten, but I take his hand to lead him to the window. “Look!”
It’s the Eiffel Tower, lights on and sparkling. I couldn’t believe the view the first time I walked in here. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“So beautiful,” he replies, but when I turn to look at him, he’s looking at me.
My cheeks go pink and my body heats under his adoring gaze. I’m still not used it, but honestly, I love it! Love how he looks at me. Always have.
“I have a question for you,” he says. “And it had to be in person.” He flashes his adorably sexy dimples. “The truth is, I was hoping we could split our time between Paris and L.A.”
Grayson grabs a velvet box from his pocket and gets down on one knee. Oh shit. This is definitely an oh shit moment!
He opens the lid and I gasp.
“Grayson,” I whisper, unable to stop the tears from forming in my eyes.
“I love you,” he says. “I love making you blush and I love making you smile. I love when you tease me and lift me up and always know exactly what I need. I love how hard you love and the way you take care of others, and,” he swallows, “I want to be the one who takes care of you.” I wipe away the tears that fall.
“You saved me, Selena. Before you, I was resigned to a life that was decided for me. You showed me it was possible to choose something different, something for myself, something I truly wanted. And I want you. Will you marry me, princess?”
I’ve never answered a question faster in my life!
Jess
pinche cabrona, what happened next?!???
bitch don’t keep me in suspense!!
Selena
I said yes!