I bend down to take a nipple in my mouth between my teeth.
"Oh, fuck!" she calls out, gasping.
I flick my tongue over each nipple several times until she's squirming against me. Then I place delicate kisses up her chest and down her neck and over again until she’s squirming.
"Can I fuck you?" I ask quietly as I look up at her.
"Yes, please," she says excitedly.
She climbs off me to take off her pants, dropping them to the ground, and this time I’m the one on top. “You still don’t want to be eaten out?” I ask.
“Honestly, I’m not opposed right now,” she whispers, biting her bottom lip.
That’s all I needed to know. I dip my head toward her glistening, wet pussy and slide my tongue over her clit. She responds immediately, bucking her hips toward my face. I soak in every drop of her sweet juices, and I only want more. Fuck, how did I go this long without knowing how good she tastes? I wish she would’ve let me do this months ago. I hope she’ll let me do this again. I flatten my tongue against her core and sop up every drip of her. She pushes my head down closer to her clit, and I suck gently on her sensitive bud. Her thighs clasp around my head tightly, like earmuffs, and I flick my tongue over her clit.
"Oh, fuck. Bells, don't stop," she moans out. I can barely hear her with her thighs around me, but I make out her heavy pants.
I hum against her, and she goes wild. Her hand tangles itself in my hair, and I lick harder and faster for her.I can feel her body getting closer and closer to orgasm the more I lick. I just want her to come for me. I want to know what she sounds and feels like when she lets go and explodes all over me. I slide one finger into her dripping pussy, and she screams in pleasure.
"YES!"
I curl my finger inside her, feeding off her reactions, and she is so close it must be painful. So I pump my finger in and out of her pussy while I suck on her clit, and I can feel her stomach raising with each deep breath. It's only seconds before she's screaming my name and coming all over my face. I soak up every last drop of her juices as her pussy contracts, and I give her one last lick. Her thighs go limp, letting me free, and I look at my girl that’s clearly spent from her orgasm.
“Holy fuck.” She gasps breathlessly as I wipe my mouth dry.
“That good?” I tease.
“I’ll definitely be asking you to do that again.” She moans again. “As long as you want to,” she adds quickly.
“Oh, yes please. I can think of a few different ways I’d like to do that.” I wink.
“First, we need to get something to eat, because God, you taste and small like apple pie. I’ve been craving it since you kissed me. So please tell me we saved a pie somewhere,” Tilly says and I start laughing.
“I think you left one around, want me to check the kitchen?” I go to move off the couch, but Tilly pulls me back down.
“Not yet. I just want to lay with you first.” She wraps her arms around my naked body, we pull a blanket over us, and we both relax.
I can’t help but think about my aunt in this moment and how grief changed the course of my life. I can no longer imagine my world without Tilly—or without the orchard. For the first time in a long time, I feel at peace here, surrounded by my little makeshift family and someone I care so deeply about. My mind races with a hundred new ideas for this place, but I don’t leap up to write them down. There’s no rush. I have time—years and years, I hope—to bring them to life.
Epilogue I
BELLS
It’s late October and while the orchard is mostly done with apple and pumpkin picking, we’ve transferred to other fall activities. Today is our first of several fall weddings for the next several weekends. I had put out feelers, wanting to know if there was an interest in couples getting married here and our form was overflowing with responses within hours. Apparently the orchard was the perfect fall backdrop for engagement photos and wedding receptions.
“Did the bridesmaids bouquets arrive okay?” One of the wedding planners asks.
“Yup, they’re in the cooler so they don’t wilt before the ceremony.” I smile.
“Perfect!” She saunters off to check on more details while I check off my to do list.
“Hey, I was looking for you.” Tilly smiles as she catches my arm. She’s holding a tray with two lattes in her other hand.
“Thank you, I completely forgot to have breakfast.” I admit.
“I know, which is why I grabbed one of these as well.” She pulls out a fresh croissant in a paper wrapper from her back pocket.
I laugh, “Keeping it warm back there?”
