Epilogue
Joey is waiting in the car outside, and I try to walk normally even though my legs still feel like Jello-O.
I slide into the passenger seat and neither of us speaks.
I expect him to at least say hello, but he doesn’t.
We’re both silent on the short drive to the rental house, and my head swirls with disjointed thoughts.
Is he angry at me? Why isn’t he asking what happened?
Shit, did we just fuck everything up? I want him to kiss me and tell me he loves me, and a wave of vulnerability washes over me.
As soon as we get inside the house, I go to the bedroom and remove my clothing as if I’m on autopilot while I try to process my emotions.
I’m standing in the middle of the bedroom and about to slip a nightgown on when Joey strolls in naked with his cock jutting straight out.
I swear I can see it pulsating and I lick my lips.
Even though Zane gave me a mind-blowing orgasm, I immediately crave Joey’s cock inside me.
I can’t even explain how much I need him right now.
It’s almost a physical pain. Joey pauses two feet from me, and I can’t handle his silence anymore.
He’s clearly turned on, and I’m desperate to hear him say he loves me while he fucks me.
I walk up to him, rub against him, and slowly stroke him.
I kiss him softly and move my lips to his ear and whisper. “My love, I need you inside me.”
As soon as Joey hears that, he takes control.
He presses me back to the bed and once I’m lying down, he covers my body with his.
We kiss deeply and passionately, and I arch my body up towards him as our tongues duel.
When he slides inside me, I moan and meet him thrust for thrust, ever so slowly.
For as rough as Zane was, Joey is the opposite, and he fucks me tenderly and lovingly as gentle waves of rapture swirl in my core.
It’s exactly what I need.
“Miri, god, I love you,” he groans out.
“I love you too. I love you so much, Joey.”
Hearing me say I love him spurs him on, and he becomes a little rougher. I didn’t think it was possible to come again tonight, but I can tell I’m heading for another orgasm. My head is swimming, and spikes of bliss ripple along the length of my body.
The room fills with our moans and sighs, and the bed squeaks slightly as he raps against me harder.
He pants out, “Miri, you need to know something.”
I’m so close to my orgasm and it’s difficult to think, so I answer, “Hmmm?”
He gives a hard thrust and I yelp from the painful pleasure.
“You may have just fucked another man, but you need to know that you are MINE and you always will be.”
His voice has a slight roughness to it when he says the word, “mine,” and the unexpected primal response from him thrills me. Holy fuck, this is amazing.
“Say it, Miri,” he growls. “Say you’re mine.”
I don’t hesitate and cry out, “I’m yours,” as my orgasm hits.
He explodes inside me and his groan mingles with my cries as we both ride the waves of pleasure.
After we come down, I snuggle into the crook of his arm and drift in a sea of happiness, thinking about how this simple trip to the ocean turned into something wonderful. He kisses the top of my head and whispers, “Mine.”
I smile against this chest and whisper back, “Yours.”
The End