EPILOGUE - RACHEL
“Your stuff can’t go on this side!” I called out to him as he went to get the last of the boxes marked bedroom. I raked my hands through my hair and pushed Duncan’s shirts against the opposite wall of the closet.
We’d spent the entire day moving things into our new house, and even Shauna and Harris had stopped by to lend a hand. Shauna had helped me unpack and sort through our kitchen utensils, and since double of most things we’d created quite the donation box. Harris helped Duncan and a couple of the guys from his personal security office unload the heavy furniture. Since we had plenty of space and three bedrooms, we’d kept all of it and even bought us a new king size bed with the biggest headboard I’d ever seen for the master.
The bed had been delivered in the early morning and was currently being used to sort our clothes.
It was amazing what just six months could do, but then again, after being apart a decade, we didn’t want to waste a single minute of spending every moment together.
Duncan carried another box in and placed it beside the others.
“Why can’t I put my stuff on that side?” I wasn’t sure he’d heard me.
“I want to be on the left side. I’ve already got all my shoes on that side. We can’t have our clothes on one side and our shoes on the other.” I gave him a smile, and he pulled me close giving me a deep kiss. It had been such a long day, and we were finally alone, so I melted against him.
He brought his arms around my waist and lifted me. He moved us around the stack of boxes and placed me on our new bed, away from all the clutter at the foot.
“It’s so comfy. I can’t wait to sleep in it curled up against you.” I had so many things I was ready for. Our tub and shower were going to be fun, and we had plenty of rooms to break in. We’d vowed to claim each one and judging by the hardness of his cock that he pressed against me as I lay back on the bare bed, our bedroom as going to be first.
“I can’t wait to make love to you in it,” he whispered.
I ground my hips up against him, and he moaned kissing me down my neck, over my breasts and only stopping to lift up his t-shirt that I’d borrowed for the work day.
“I’ll just take this back now if you don’t mind.” I giggled as he pulled the shirt up over my head and tossed it over his shoulder. Then I arched my back upward as he nudged his hands behind me to unhook my bra. He slowly slipped the cups free and wasted no time tossing it to the floor.
“You’re making a mess,” I teased.
“Now that I have a woman to do all that domestic shit for me, I’ve decided to be a pig.” He gave me a playful grin, and I knew he was just teasing me. He was much neater that I was, and I only hoped I’d live up to his standards or that he’d have lots of patience with me.
“Oh yeah?” I ground my hips as he slipped his finger into my waistband and tugged down my shorts and panties both leaving me naked.
“Yeah, she’s quite the sex kitten actually, and makes me super horny.” He bit his lip to keep from grinning, and his eyes smoldered as he stepped back and pulled off his shirt. Then he hurried to remove his holey jeans, which he’d never looked hotter in.
“No, leave them,” I said as they fell even looser around his hips now that they were open. He wasn’t wearing anything under them, and so he stepped close and rubbed his cock against my folds, dragging his head through my wetness.
“You’re getting to be a dirty girl. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. Tell me what you want.”
I let loose a soft giggle and grabbed hold of his belt loops urging him forward. “I want you to fuck me.” I ground against him and a moment later felt the girth of his thick erection spreading me, splitting me apart with its heat. I moaned and pumped my hips to settle around him, still not quite used to his size, though he’d sworn I should be by now. We’d done it all, a few times now, and every single time, that first intrusion was tender, but as we got going, the pleasure overtook me and made it all worth it.
I tugged the loops tight as he pounded me deeply, his head hitting my depths and grazing my most sensitive spot along the way. I angled my hips and let him work that spot. I whimpered a plea, begging him not to stop. “Please, right there, baby.”
“Feels good huh, Kitten? You feel so good around my cock. I’m going to fill that tight little snatch.” He hissed the words through his teeth as he pounded his hips, gripping my ass with both hands. I let loose of the loops, and he pulled away before he could get me turned over, I slipped down to tug him closer, my face right at his crotch.
“I want to taste it.”
He gave me a smoldering smile. “You are a dirty girl. I like it.” I made him choke on the last word as my mouth closed around his head. I pulled tight on it and then gripped his base with as much pressure as I began to stroke him. With my other hand, I tugged and kneaded his sac, tonguing his tip in hopes for a taste. It drove him wild too, like always and he threw back his head and started to rock his hips. I relaxed my throat and took and deep breath, taking him past my tonsils and beyond. He pulled back a bit, to rest his head on my tongue, and shook his head.
“You’re going to make me come in that pretty throat. Is that what you want?” I glanced up at him with watery eyes and pulled off, wiping my mouth.
I turned and faced the bed, bending over to offer myself to him. “Excellent choice,” he whispered in my ear as he leaned over me. “Oh yeah, this is what I wanted to see.”
His words gave me chills as his breath kissed my neck and then he was plunging back into my soaking channel. “Harder, please,” I breathed, and he sped up his pace, my breasts bouncing so fast they slapped together creating a soft sound. He slung his arm beneath me and brushed a finger against my swollen bud, and before I could process a response, my pleasure took over, knocking my knees together and curling my bare toes.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Come for me. Come all over my cock.” He thrust relentlessly, and soon his own moans joined mine, ripping from his throat. His cock twitched deep inside me, and I felt his cum soaking me, and I milked him for all he had. Every last drop.
He continued his thrusts a moment more and then stilled, pulling out and I clenched to keep as much of his seed in place as possible, though some of it trickled down my thighs before I could stop it.
I spun around and lay back on the bed, and he lay beside me drawing lazy circles on my shoulder.
“You’re so amazing Duncan. I couldn’t be happier. I love our new place, and I love you.”
He smiled and kissed my shoulder. “I love you too.”
“Everything is perfect.” Even though we’d talked about marriage, we had both agreed there was no sense in rushing it, but that was the only thing that could have made it any better.
“We better get back to work so we can actually sleep in this bed tonight.” He gave me a nudge, and I got up to go to the bathroom and clean myself up so I could get back to work.
I walked out in my robe. He was already dressed in a pair of boxer briefs. “Here, baby. Do something with this box. I’m not even sure what it is, but I’m sure it’s some of your stuff.” He pushed the box toward me, and it was light.
“It’s empty,” I said, glancing to the side for some kind of label. There in his writing, it said bedroom in bold letters with a little note scribbled beneath it. Open me.
I narrowed my eyes and figured he was giving me a housewarming gift and feeling a little bad that I hadn’t thought to do the same. I had thought our big bed was our welcome gift, but despite my guilt, I couldn’t wait to see what he had bought me.
Inside, the box was filled with white tissue paper. I pulled it out a piece at a time, tossing it to the floor. He gathered it and wadded it into balls as I made my way through it. There at the bottom, wrapped with more tissue paper was a tiny velvet box. He reached and took it. My eyes widened as he dropped to his knees.
“Everything is perfect, but for this one thing, Rachel. I want to make you my queen. Will you marry me?”
Warm tears spilled onto my cheeks as I collapsed to my knees with him and he gathered me up into his arms as I said, “Yes.”
After a moment, his voice had softened, and he whispered sweetly in my ear, “I love you.”
“I love you too. I thought you wanted to wait.”
“We’ve spent too long waiting.” He brushed my loose strands away from my face.
I took his hand and kissed it, then held it to my heart. “It was worth it, Duncan. Every last minute.”
The End