Epilogue
EPILOGUE
T he sun shone through the gap in the curtains and cast a sheen of light on Shaen’s naked back. Fuck she was so hot, and she literally did not seem fully aware of how crazy she made me on a daily basis. I leaned over and kissed the tattoo on her arm. She stirred and turned over. The blanket shifted and fell, revealing her bare breast. Her nipple, a dusty rose color and already beaded, was just waiting for my mouth. I latched on and suckled. She moaned, and I felt her fingers clutch at my hair. I switched to her other breast, and she moaned again.
“I’m supposed to be the one waking you up. It’s your birthday, Rem.” Her voice was husky with sleep, and I grinned as I let her nipple pop out of my mouth.
“This is the best birthday present I can give myself,” I told her as I made my way lower down her body, stopping between her legs. She was already soaked for me, just like she always was. It made me so hard knowing how responsive she was to me.
“What a good girl you are. You’re already so wet for me,” I told her, chuckling as I watched her grow slicker from my praise. I blew some air across her labia but didn’t touch her. I watched her lift herself up, trying to find my mouth with her pussy.
“You want my mouth, pixie?” I asked, blowing more air across her.
“Y-yes!” she said loudly. I laughed. “You’ll have to ask nicely,” I told her. She groaned. She hated and loved my games.
“Please,” she said sweetly.
“Please what?” I teased. She let out a frustrated sound and then said, “Please lick me.”
“Lick you where, Shaen? Use your words.” I blew more air right on her clit, and her hips moved, seeking more but came up empty as I pulled away.
“Remi!” she whined. “Please lick my pussy… Sir.”
Sir? That was new. My dick was steel, and I pushed against it with my palm before saying, “What a good girl you are for asking so nicely.”
She mewled, panting slightly, and let out a moan as my mouth latched onto her. Her taste flooded my mouth. Her honey was thick around my tongue. I licked, sucked, nibbled, and swallowed her essence. She was fucking herself up against my face, making a mess in the three days’ worth of facial hair I had grown since we had gotten to the beach house. I made an appreciative noise against her. I had one hand on her hip, holding tightly, and with my other hand, I had three fingers fucking into her warm, tight channel. I could not wait to bury my entire length into her. She was growing wetter and louder, and her movements were more stuttered, as if she could barely hold herself together. I knew one sentence that would drive her right over the edge. As I flattened my tongue and ran it over her sensitive bundle of nerves, I groaned out, “You taste so good. I can’t get enough of you. You’re such a good girl.”
She exploded, moaning my name and tugging at my hair, which stung in such a good way. As she trembled in the aftershocks of her orgasm, I kissed my way back up her body. I knew she was not fertile, so I didn’t bother with a condom. I kissed my way into her mouth; her lips were so plump and soft against mine. I knew she could taste herself on me, and it was always such a thrill for me. Her hands reached in between us, and she grabbed hold of my throbbing cock. I moaned; her fingers felt so good on me. Shaen put the tip of me inside her, and with a quick movement of my hips, I slid home. She was soaking, tight, and incredibly warm on my dick.
“Oh God,” I moaned, biting her shoulder as the feeling of being inside her washed over me. I would never get used to how good fucking her felt. It wasn’t just physical; it was how intensely close we felt and the energy we exchanged as we fucked. You would never catch me admitting this to anyone but her, but sex with us was so much more than just feeling good. She felt good in my soul. Fucking her was beautiful. She was beautiful. Our love was beautiful. It wasn’t lost on me that last year, this was the exact bed that I had taken her virginity in, and now here we were so much more experienced. Even closer and that much more in love. My cock was deep inside of her, my hand was squeezing the sides of her neck slightly, and she was urging me to fuck her harder.
“Harder, Remi, more, more, more. Don’t stop.” She was moaning loudly.
“Baby, all of our friends will hear you.” I laughed as I kissed her to keep her quiet.
“I don’t care.” She was almost there, I could tell. I circled my hips and fucked slightly shallower, making sure I kept hitting her G-spot. She slipped her hand in between us, and I felt her rubbing her clit. She was so fucking hot when she did that, and I could feel my own orgasm creeping up on me as I felt her hand moving on herself.
“Be a good girl and come for me. Come now, Shaen,” I demanded in her ear. She broke apart for the second time. Her pussy was squeezing my dick so hard that between the pressure, watching her completely lose herself to her own pleasure underneath me, and feeling the sharp edge of her engagement ring scratching at my back, the euphoria took over me, and I unloaded myself inside of her.
“I’m keeping you forever, pixie,” I whispered as we fell back to sleep.
“I’m keeping you too,” I heard her murmur against my chest.
This is what it feels like, I thought to myself as I breathed in her delicious smell and gently kissed the top of her head.
This is what it all feels like.
THE END