Epilogue
EPILOGUE
PETER
“ D id you grab my new charging pack?” Ella Kate calls from the bedroom.
“I got it!” I yell back, slipping the said item into her carry-on bag.
We’re packing for another one of her trips. Ever since she went out to California, she’s been booked and busy, flying all over the country to take promotional photos for various companies. She still works at her parents’ cafe, but it’s mostly part-time now, as her business grows. We’ve even discussed expanding into doing weddings, headshots, and baby photos. Although it’s still in the early stages, I know it’ll take off when she becomes more serious about the endeavor.
“Okay,” she announces, entering the living room with two bags in her hands. “I think this is the last of it. You have all your stuff packed?”
“Yup.” I slap my own suitcases.
She claps her hands together with a big smile. “I’m so excited. I’ve never been to Colorado before. I really hope we find time to do some hiking and sightseeing.”
I shrug. “If not, then we’ll go back another time just for hiking, beautiful.”
She saunters over to me and slides her hands into my back pockets, pressing her hips against mine. Feeling her body so close to me makes my dick twitch behind the zipper of my jeans. “Well, no matter what, I’ll have a good time because we’ll be together.”
“Aw, you’re so romantic,” I tease, leaning down to kiss her.
Even though she tries to keep it quick and chaste, I’m hungry now that I’ve gotten a taste of her. So I swipe the tip of my tongue across the seam of her lips until she opens her mouth. When she grants me entrance, I massage her tongue with mine.
She moans and pulls away. “Do we have time for this right now?”
I glance at the clock on the wall. “There’s always time for a quickie.”
With a smirk, she leads me to the bedroom and we tumble onto the mattress. I roll over her and capture her lips again. She’s wearing leggings, so it’s easy to work my fingers into her pants and rub her pussy from the outside of her panties. Great minds think alike because she does the same thing to me, working my cock to full hardness over my boxer briefs.
As I slip the delicate lace aside and work my fingers inside her, I groan at how warm and wet she is. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
She grinds herself against my palm. “Whose fault is that? Seems like I can’t go a few hours without you fucking me.”
“Don’t act like you don’t beg for it half the time.” I smirk against her lips.
“Oh, I’m the one who begs for it? Who got himself all worked up last night and kept pestering me until I finally let him—” Her head falls back with a sharp gasp as I rapidly draw small circles on her clit. As payback, she rubs her thumb over the head of my cock and my hips twitch forward when she spreads my precum around.
“It’s not my fault. I saw my beautiful girlfriend bent over the couch. How was I supposed to react?”
Once she catches her breath, she pants, “You’re so easy.”
I kiss the tip of her nose as I work three fingers deep inside her as her arousal begins to drip down my hand. “I’m only easy for you , sweetheart,” I clarify.
She slides her leggings and panties down her long legs. “I need you, Peter.”
And who am I to deny the love of my life?
I hurriedly free my cock, and she guides it to her slick cunt. The both of us moan when I slam inside her, holding still when I reach the hilt.
But, because we’re on a time crunch, now is not the time to be slow and sweet. So I immediately begin thrusting hard into her core. She gasps in surprise and I use the opportunity to slide my tongue back into her mouth. Our kiss is sloppy and messy as we keep most of our focus on me ramming my dick into her tight pussy. I’m holding on to her waist, working myself into her hard and fast. Every few thrusts, I hit that sweet spot and she cries out against my mouth.
Too soon, my balls begin to draw up, and I feel myself so close to unloading my hot cum deep into her pussy. But I’ll never come without her, so I snake my hand between us and rub her clit. Her thighs clench around me as fresh spurts of arousal gush from her entrance. When her core starts twitching, I know she’s on the edge too, and with one final thrust as deep as I can reach, the two of us come together, both of us moaning as we ride out our highs.
I want to collapse on top of her and stay buried in her hot, little pussy until I’m ready for another round, but she slaps my side. “What time is it?”
I’m about to tell her we have plenty of time, but as soon as I see the clock on the nightstand, I bolt upright and fiddle with my pants. “Oh, shit! We’re late.” I grimace.
“We’re late?” she exclaims, jumping off the bed and running into the bathroom.
She curses me as she makes herself presentable. I just stare at her sexed-up reflection in the mirror, admiring my handiwork. However, I’m quick to wipe the amusement off my face when she glares back at me. But I can’t help myself and move in behind her to brush the hair off her shoulder and kiss her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume.
“It was worth it. I’ll take any chance you give me to make you come,” I admit.
“And I love it when you do.” She kisses me. “But now we gotta go, so scoot.” She shoos me into the living room, and we rush out the door with our bags and hop into the car.
As I pull out of my parking space, Ella Kate turns the radio on and starts singing along. She’s slightly off tune, but it’s adorable and so her that I can’t help but grin because I wouldn’t have it any other way. And I have this happiness and an amazing woman in my life, all because of a sandwich. Or a wrap, depending on which one of us you’re asking. I still say a wrap is a sandwich, but I’ll never tell her that.
If my girl is happy, then I’m happy. And she’s all that matters.