Epilogue
Five months later...
Five months have passed since that unforgettable proposal, and our happiness has only grown.
Every day, Alex and I feel more connected, as if nothing could shake what we've built together.
The sparkle in his eyes, his easy smile, and the way he wraps me in his arms still make me feel like the most loved woman in the world.
Today, I've prepared a special surprise—I'm certain he's going to love it.
While Alex was at work, I used the free time to carefully plan every detail.
Martha, now pregnant, helped me with the decorations, and with her and Monica's help, I transformed one of the mansion's rooms into a provocative, intimate setting.
In the center of the space, I installed a dance pole, and around it, I hung curtains and soft lights, creating a sensual play of shadows.
In one corner, I placed a comfortable armchair, strategically positioned, and in the back, a small sound system ready to play the perfect music for the occasion.
I hadn't planned to debut so soon, but when Alex gave me that dress—utterly provocative—I realized this was the perfect moment.
As his arrival time approached, I sent a discreet message asking him to meet me in the third room on the right as soon as he got home. The anticipation made my skin tingle.
I smile and climb the stairs, reach the room, and prepare myself, sliding the sheer dress over my body, leaving my skin exposed.
I turn on the sound system and let a melody fill the space while I warm up—it's been a while since I've danced.
My flexibility is still the same, and my body responds to the movements naturally, each one well-executed, exactly as before.
The sound of the door opening makes my entire body shiver. When Alex enters the room and sees me there in the provocative dress, the space prepared just for us, a slow, satisfied smile spreads across his lips.
“You really know how to surprise me,” he murmurs, approaching with a hungry look, his eyes shining with desire.
His gaze travels over me like a caress, taking in every detail of the room and of me. A shiver runs down my spine, and I smile mischievously, ready to begin what will be an unforgettable night.
I stand beside the pole in my high heels, the straps winding up my legs, adding a provocative touch. I nod toward the armchair in the corner, and he sits down, his eyes fixed on me, waiting for my private performance.
“Crazy in Love” begins to play, and my movements become an extension of the beat, each gesture loaded with desire.
I climb the pole with elegance, spinning my body around the cold metal while my eyes meet his—he's watching me with raw, intense hunger.
My body follows the rhythm of the music, my curves standing out in the dim light.
The dance is a silent invitation, and he seems hypnotized, his lips parted as the tension builds.
Seeing my future husband watching me with such hunger, my own desire grows.
As I lean backward, gripping the pole firmly, I let the dress slip slightly, revealing even more of my skin.
The music intensifies, and I slide to the floor in one smooth motion, keeping my eyes locked on his.
Alex leans forward in the armchair, visibly affected, and a satisfied smile forms on my lips.
I feel powerful, knowing that every gesture is stoking an uncontrollable desire in him.
The music is nearing its end. I'd prepared two songs for my private show, but I decide to end the performance here.
I climb the pole with precision, wrapping my legs around it as I slide slowly.
The sensation of height and control overtakes me, and with a calculated movement, I flip upside down into a straddle—a position that leaves certain parts of my body fully exposed to his unwavering gaze.
I exit the move, gripping the pole tightly, then descend smoothly, finishing with a split on the floor.
My body is still hot and my heart races, but nothing breaks my focus on Alex's eyes.
The eye contact is intense, almost palpable, and everything around us seems to dissolve.
Still on the floor in the same position, I watch his skilled fingers undo the knot of his tie, pulling it free with a decisive tug.
The first button of his shirt comes undone, and his breathing grows heavier.
I don't need words to understand that he's as consumed with desire as I am.
Our gazes remain connected, saying everything we don't dare speak aloud.
The desire to make love right there on that floor is overwhelming.
I feel a current of desire course through my body, and when I finally stand, I do so slowly, approaching him with light, confident steps.
Alex remains seated in his armchair, but there's a visible tension in his posture, as if he's on the verge of moving.
When he starts to rise, I raise my hand, touching his chest, and whisper with a smile full of promise.
“Tonight, I'm the one in charge, fiancé.”
He obeys, his eyes fixed on mine, surrendering to the certainty that I'm in control.
My skin feels electrified by his proximity, and as I lean toward him, I feel his hand slide along my waist, firm and warm, as if he needs to anchor me there.
My mouth meets his with intensity, and the kiss isn't rushed—it's a slow dance full of desire, as if each touch confirms what we both already knew from the first glance.
Carefully, I run the tips of my fake nails—the ones I'd put on earlier—across his face, feeling his skin shiver under the delicate touch.
I descend slowly, tracing a provocative path to the first button of his shirt, still intact.
I curl my fingers into the fabric and begin to unbutton it, one by one, his breathing growing heavier with each.
I trace the same path with my tongue, savoring the warm texture of his skin as it's revealed.
My body trembles as I feel the shiver that runs through him.
Still standing, I slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my tiny panties and high-heeled sandals.
He tries to touch me again, but I hold his hands back.
Tonight, I'm the one who sets the pace and gives him pleasure first. The longing for that body, for the intense sex we used to have, takes over me.
Between caring for the children and everything else on our minds, we hadn't made love often lately, but tonight is the night to satisfy our hunger and desire.
With his shirt completely open, I scatter kisses across his chest, savoring every inch of his firm, warm skin while his hoarse moans escape. Ah, how I love and desire this man...
“You're going to be the death of me, gorgeous!” he says, his voice husky.
My hand slides down to his belt, unbuckling it deftly.
The rigid, pulsing bulge revealed beneath the fabric makes me bite my lip, stirring an even deeper desire.
My mouth waters. I can't help the mischievous smile that tugs at the corner of my lips, knowing he's completely surrendered to my teasing.
When I finish unzipping his pants, he moans again, already imagining what's coming next.
I slide them down along with his boxer briefs, then pull them off and toss them aside.
I wrap my small hand around his cock, barely able to close my fingers around it.
Yes, he's big and thick—I'm absolutely crazy about it.
Then I run my tongue slowly along his entire length, from base to tip, making him moan loudly.
“Aahh, fuck, baby...!”
His desire is obvious, and my pussy throbs even harder, feeling how he responds to my touch.
When I see his cock glistening with pre-cum, I slide my tongue right there, licking and sucking his head, driving him wild.
With my hand wrapped around the base, I take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his cock as I start moving up and down.
I've barely started when Alex grabs my hair firmly, guiding me and controlling the rhythm with precision.
With him fully in my mouth, he begins to thrust deep, with passion, hunger, and force.
Our sex had always been hot and incredible—we had so much desire for each other.
So I surrendered and let him take control, the way he always did.
He holds himself back from coming. And when he's close, he pulls his slick cock from my mouth, lifts me off the floor, and positions me on top of the armchair, right on the backrest. He spreads my legs, placing one on each side, and pulls my panties aside—they're already completely soaked.
“Fuck, you're already soaking wet and ready for me.” He runs his finger over my clit, already swollen and throbbing. “I'm going to fuck you so good, baby, until you can't take anymore.”
“Then make me completely yours, love, like before... the way only you know how...” I say breathlessly, aching with need.
He goes down on my pussy like it's his favorite treat, licking from my swollen, throbbing clit all the way to my ass.
I moan louder and louder, desire overwhelming me.
He slides a finger into me, just the tip, while he devours me hungrily.
My arousal builds with every suck, and I can't control my moans.
I feel myself getting close to melting on his skillful tongue.
“Alex... I'm going to come... ahhhh, so good!! Make me come...”
He thrusts his finger faster and with his other hand massages my throbbing clit, still rock hard, sucking me even harder. Until I can't take it anymore and I melt in his mouth, trembling all over, screaming his name—but he doesn't stop.
“Come for me, love, melt in my mouth. Let me taste all of you. Delicious!”