Epilogue
TWO YEARS LATER
Ryan
Unlocking the door, I walk in and throw my travel bag in the hallway. Rufus comes running to welcome me home, he whines, wagging his tail, and jumping on me while I scratch his neck.
“I missed you too, buddy. Did you take care of our girl while I was away?” I pet his back and throw him a peanut butter and oat treat, even though I shouldn’t give him a treat this late in the day. I am in the mood to celebrate so he is allowed to indulge tonight.
Making sure Rufus has enough water, I get rid of my shoes. Then I use some soap and wash Rufus’s drool off my hands and face, then jog up the stairs.
I’m dying to have a taste of my treat.
Reaching our bedroom, I push open the door and halt in my tracks as I take in my gorgeous woman sleeping in our bed.
She is lying face down on her stomach with a clinical dentistry book open next to her face.
Between the pages of the book sits an orange highlighter.
She was studying for her test while waiting for me to arrive home.
My eyes roam on her tight little body, taking in what she is wearing for me.
A bold-red-colored lacy bra and a matching G-string, the lacy rear strap hides between the cheeks of her cute ass and a silk tiny bow sits on her tailbone.
I swallow hard, feeling my blood rush to my groin.
My gaze caresses her tan thighs partly open, and smooth long legs that are going to be on my shoulders soon.
Taking off my clothes, I dive onto the bed. My arms wrap around my woman and I peck kisses on her neck and shoulders. She moans and pushes her ass into my groin.
“Ryan, you came back,” she whispers with her eyes closed, reaching to entwine her fingers with mine.
I groan as her ass grinds harder against my cock and she brings our hands to her lips.
She kisses my hand first and then inhales deep as her hips shift to let me run the pad of my thumb on that area of the lace where her slit sits.
“Oh God, you smell so good. What did you cook?”
“I love you.” My lips kiss the shell of her ear and my tongue rides inside her ear canal.
A shiver runs down her spine and her breath hitches. “Yeah, yeah, me too. Let me smell your hands. Yum. Is that a juicy steak or rack of lamb? Oh my God. I want to lick your hands,” she moans.
“Baby, when you say juicy like that you make it sound so dirty,” I say, swatting her ass and kneading it with my one hand.
“I have been thinking very dirty thoughts about this rack all day.” Bringing my hand to her tits, I fill my palm with her breast and squeeze.
“Then you welcome me home dressed like a siren, I can’t decide what I should taste first, this juicy pussy or—”
“Listen, let’s make this a quickie. I wanna eat food. So chop, chop. Fulfill your dirty promises fast, bad boy,” she moans grinding against me.
Shifting away, I flip her over so she is on her back. I stretch on top of her. “Seriously, I’m like a dog in heat and you wanna eat?”
She shrugs. “I could eat a giant sausage anytime of the day. It’s my favorite.”
“Do not call my cock a sausage. It’s disgusting.”
“How about Little Ryan?”
“Does this feel little to you?” I thrust forward, pushing my cock on her lacy crotch.
She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Do you promise to feed me after you have your fill?”
“Hmm. Having my fill will take a long time. Sure you can stay hungry ‘til then?”
“I have been hungry for you for the whole week,” she says, kissing my lips.
“I know, baby, but we’re doing this for us.
For our future.” I feel guilty for leaving her behind.
I have to travel every week to all these exotic locations for my cooking show.
I see all these beautiful beaches and mountain ranges and I miss experiencing them with my girl.
I plan to take her to all the destinations I traveled to once she graduates.
I didn’t win the cooking competition, Bertha, a seventy-year-old Polynesian woman with thirteen grandkids, won the Fantastic Feasts champion title.
I was the runner-up. But a few months after the show wrapped up, I was signed for my own cooking show by the same network.
I have to travel around to these luxury resorts and cook the chef’s special for my viewers.
My show, Mr. Scrumptious, has done wonders for my career in the last eighteen months, but that also means staying away from my Ishika.
She is still finishing dental school, her curriculum is high stress as it is, she didn’t want to miss out on her classes.
It was her decision that she would stay back and study, make use of the quiet time while I work away from home.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to ruin your mood, I missed you extra this week,” she says, running her fingers through my hair and her brows furrowing as she finds me lost in my thoughts.
“Talk to me, what happened this week?” I snuggle closer.
“I got selected for an internship, it’s kind of a big deal with a prestigious dental hospital but I’m not sure if I should take it. If I take it, I’ll have to move to New York for six months next summer.”
“If it’s going to help you with your career, you should go.”
“Right.”
“Six months isn’t that long. We can fit things around our schedules. But we’ll start looking for rentals in advance. I can always find something to do in New York for six months. Maybe I’ll find an internship myself.”
“You will? Wait, you’ll move to New York with me?”
“’Course, we are a team. I want my girl to succeed. I want you to reach new heights. You are so smart, you deserve that internship and I’m going to fucking see to it that you get everything you need to ace this course.”
“Did I tell you; you are the world’s best boyfriend?”
“Wait ‘til you see your boyfriend’s superpowers. My tongue can make you come in thirty seconds flat.” I kiss down on her navel, then her lower belly and pubic bone before I part her legs. She is squirming when I tug the lace away with my teeth and lick her plump, juicy lips.
She pinches my arm. “Don’t tease, put your sausage in my dough.”
I groan. “Not again.”
Ishika comes up with special names for my cock all the time, but the nickname, sausage, seems to make her giggle and snort the most. Moreover, it adds to her thrill that I don’t find her innuendo funny.
I am a chef; I have to work with sausages on an everyday basis.
I shiver at the image of my dick on a chopping board.
I can’t hold a two-minute vigil every time I have to grill and slice sausages.
“My dick is not a sausage, a salami, or a Kransky. I forbid it.”
“Spank my buns and make me cream and then lettuce massage your sausage in.”
“Jezuz! I can’t take this anymore.”
“Did you flog your sausage when you missed me?” She chuckles loudly. “My bread is buttery. Hot dog me baby…”
“That’s it.” I press my hand, covering her mouth as she giggles harder, her eyes twinkling with humor and crinkling at the corners as she wiggles under me.
I adjust my body on top of her, and then reaching for her pussy I begin playing with her clit.
My thumb and forefinger pinch and tease her nub until the mischief in her eyes turns to desire and her hips jerk every time I rub my fingers on the length of her slit.
When she is wet for me, I slowly insert two fingers inside her, twisting them like a corkscrew.
Her eyes roll to the back and her back arches.
When she brings her eyes back to me, I remove my fingers from inside her and lick her juices off my fingers, making her watch me. This is my favorite taste.
“What’s that, baby? No more sausage jokes? Maybe I’ll wait ‘til you finish telling me all of them first.”
I love the way she shivers from anticipation in my arms. She lets out a frustrated grunt from the back of her throat and bites my palm that is covering her mouth, asking me to remove my hand.
Pushing my cock inside her, I remove my hand only to replace it with my mouth. I kiss her deep as I move inside her.
“Fuck me hard, Ryan,” Ishika demands. “I’ve been miserable and horny without you. It’s your fault if I start imagining edible items as your cock.”
“My cock’s gonna do overtime, work extra hard to make up for the time lost.”
“You better.”
We move together, connected as one. It begins a frenzy to get to our climax but ends up being lazy, sweet lovemaking, long and slow as I make love to my woman, taking care of her needs.
We reach our peak as one, a dazzling point where it becomes painful to contain this much pleasure.
She grips me tight as I come inside her.
Ishika kisses my arms, my shoulders, and my face until my breathing returns to normal. I want to spend the rest of my life buried inside her like this.
“I want my dessert,” she says, wriggling under me.
“Gimme a second.”
“Now.”
“I need a minute, babe,” I groan, rolling away from on top of her and she jumps out of the bed first. I am still catching up on my breath when she picks up my dirty tee shirt from the floor and wears it.
I want to tell her that tee shirt was drowning in my sweat by the time I packed up the kitchen and headed to the airport for my flight.
But then, I see her bring my tee shirt sleeve to her nose and take in a deep breath.
Like the smell of my hard work is what she likes to wear on her skin. Her eyes brighten and she winks at me.
“I really enjoyed your sausage, honey, but next time, let’s add a little relish to the meatballs….”
“Get out!”
My woman sets a glass of whiskey on the table while digging into a box of tiramisu I made earlier just for her.
We have a deal; I have to bring her one of my desserts that I cooked on the show while she dolls up for me in her best lingerie and welcomes me home.
My appetite for her has only increased with every passing day.
Some days I still can’t fucking believe that this woman loves me.