The feeling of this moment was indescribable. Having Cara back in my life was amazing. I had missed my best friend, and I wouldn’t waste another second I had with her in my life. But having Drea back…
Having Drea not only back in my life, but alive and happy, was a true blessing. I was never the religious type, even growing up, but I would make sure to thank anyone I could that Drea came back to me that day in the hospital. I would never take another second of life for granted again, that much I was sure of.
I ran back to the living room where she had just gotten up from the couch. She looked happy. She looked content. She looked like home.
I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, causing her to take a small step back, but making sure not to hurt her.
“Whoah, what’s this for?” she asked. “You don’t even drink wine.”
I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tightly. She was here, she was real, she was mine, and I was never letting her go. “Thank you for coming into my life and being the reason I know I can weather any storm.”
Epilogue
Two years later
“Good morning, baby.”Blair’s sleepy voice awoke me from my dreams, and I couldn’t have been more okay with it. My reality was better than any dream could be. The way she called me baby always made my heart skip a beat, but when it was in that sexy, early-morning sweet tone, I might as well have still been dreaming.
She peppered my neck with soft kisses as she caressed my shoulders and back, sending shivers through me. I couldn’t help but smile when I turned over and saw her naked body so close to mine.
“Morning.” I grabbed her chin and brought her in for a soft kiss.
“How did you sleep?” She asked me that every morning, as if the answer could ever change.
“With you in my arms? Perfectly.”
It had been six months since Blair had moved in, and she still hadn’t explored every part of the house. We had been rather… preoccupied with getting her acquainted with our room, all three showers, the pool, and even the patio.
She was insatiable, and I wasn’t any better. After a long day apart, we would barely make it to the room most nights. My housekeeper learned to knock on any door before she entered. Voyeurism wasn’t ourthing, and it made both of us uncomfortable and embarrassed at the thought of being caught, but we couldn’t help it sometimes. The need was too intense, even after two years of being together.
“You know you say that every morning. I’m starting to think you are just trying to get on my good side.” She smirked.
“Is it working?” I hissed when she pinched a nipple. I wasn’t sure why she thought that of all things would be a punishment. It made me want to act out even more.
“Maybe.” She was lying on me, drawing idle circles across my chest while I squeezed her tightly and kissed the top of her head. I never wanted to leave this bed.
A throbbing sensation began between my thighs as I felt something wet and cold on one nipple and a flicking motion on the other. Her tongue had a way of getting my body to react in a severe way. Even if it wasn’t touching a sexual place, it always felt like it was.
“Baby… you know what that does to me.” I moaned as she continued her sucking and flicking motions on my now even harder nipples.
She didn’t respond. Instead, she moved her hand down, feeling exactly what it did to me. I took in a breath when her fingers made contact with my clit. Even after all this time of being with her, I could still get turned on just from looking at her, especially in moments like these when we were at our most vulnerable.
I moaned softly as she inserted two fingers into me while rubbing my clit with the pad of her thumb. She knew we couldn’t lay lazily in bed all morning. She knew we had somewhere to be, and she wasn’t wasting any precious time.
I was on the edge of coming undone, and I groaned in protest when she slowly pulled out of me, but it quickly died off when she brought her hand to her mouth and took in those fingers, sucking and licking them erotically.
“I love you,” I whispered as I kissed her so fiercely, tasing myself on her lips. The action was filthy yet so sweet and intimate.
“I love you too, but I’m going to fuck you like I don’t. Get on your hands and knees, baby,” she whispered. Music to my fucking ears. If I was wet from her touch before, I was soaked from her promise. It wasn’t a threat.
Blair did anything she set her mind to and if she said she was going to fuck me, then by God, I was getting fucked. But you would never hear me complain. It wasn’t often that Blair became the dominant one, but when she did, I never took it for granted.
I expected her hands to find their original position, or her mouth. Hell, I would have even expected her own pussy to find mine, but out of all the possibilities, I wouldn’t have ever expected my favorite strap to find its way into me.
It was my favorite because it was the first one I had ever used on Blair. The memory of her naked and bent over my desk still played in my mind when she wasn’t around, and sometimes when she was. But this was a first.
“Do you know… how fucking perfect… you are?” I said in between desperate breaths. Desperate to come, but desperate for it to never end. This vision of her wearing a strap, gripping my hips as she pounded into me—I was moments away from crumbling into the earth. I now understood why she loved this position so much.
“God, you look so good like this, Dre.” Hearing those words was all it took for me to tumble over the edge.
