EPILOGUE
DYLAN
I was humming a tune and flipping a spatula when her arms slid around my waist, her tits pressing into my back.The ring she had given me glinted on my right middle finger, the jade stone shining.She had made it when we were separate for three whole days, and I cherished it like it was my wedding ring.
Hopefully, I’ll flash everyone my wedding ring soon.
A smile curved on my lips.I hadn’t noticed how clingy she had gotten since we moved in together.Katie, who was like a little cat at first, with an aversion of being touched, had changed into a house cat.She sat on my lap instead of the empty chair.She flopped on top of me in bed and demanded to be carried, and she’d wrap herself around me like a leech whenever I came back from a run, even though I was sweaty.
And I enjoyed every single bit of it.I adored all sides of her and couldn’t wait to see what else I would uncover in a few more years.
“You need a hug HP?”I asked, knowing she needed those ever since her work-life balance had been overwhelming her.I had confessed to her that I was one of the developers ofRented Romeoand only joined it to gain experience for her and never used it again.
“Mmhm,” she mumbled into my back, her voice muffled.“I feel drained.Need to recover my HP.”
I turned the gas down, wiped my hands on a towel, and turned around, giving her a hug.Then I scooped her up, held her in what I called air jail with my arms firmly wrapped around her waist with nowhere to go.
“My poor darling,” I crooned, kissing the corner of her mouth.“What can I do to help?”
I sat her on top of the island counter as she eyed the bubbling pan.“How long until the food’s done?”
I smirked because I knew exactly where her brain had wandered.“Half an hour,” I said, roving my gaze over her thin tank top and shorts, my pants feeling tight.“What do you need, darling?My hands, my tongue, or… my cock?”
She blinked at me and flashed me a tiny grin that I couldn’t resist.“All of it.”
“So demanding,” I said with a smirk.
“You like it,” she said, raising her chin.
I got down on my knees without missing a beat, spread her thighs and grinned.“Did you know the clitoris has about eight thousand nerve endings?Can I stimulate all eight thousand nerve endings?”
She rolled her eyes and leaned back.“Yes, Dylan, you can try.”
I made quick work of removing her shorts and tucked her soaked panties to the side before sliding my mouth to one of my favorite places.Her sweet pussy.
Soon she was trembling as I kept her spread, her juices coating my lips, tongue and chin.I stood up and pulled her close in a hot kiss just as I slid inside her.Our moans echoed in the living room, the sound of skin slapping against each other as I found her sensitive spot, fucking it with a steady rhythm until she melted around me.
I groaned into her neck when I came, my hips flexing and muscles tightening.Her hands threaded through my hair and kept me close.
We were breathless, with light flush on our skin.I kissed her collarbone before pulling away.
“Good?”I asked, sliding out from her and taking her to the washroom for cleanup.
She smiled at me as if she approved of my method of cheering her up.“Better now thanks to your cock and your way of dicking me down.”
“Please don’t ever say that again,” I said with a shake of my head.
“What?You don’t like the words getting dicked down?”
I mock-groaned, knowing she was stuck on that word and would use it until I bled from my ears.After cleaning-up, she wiped and rinsed away the evidence of our sex from the island while I finished cooking our lunch.
I wasn’t a great cook, but I could make a decent meal with chicken and vegetables.
We carried our plates to the couch, sitting facing each other, our elbows touching as we chewed.
“You know,” she said, scooping a forkful of salad.“I thought I was asexual for the longest time.”
“Really?”
