Epilogue
Lila
One Year Later
I was in Paris on a string of international shoots. Exploring Europe was fun, and working in cities that were known to attract rising, aspiring talent gave me an incredible rush. Yet, there was something depressing about France. All I wanted was to be back in Miami with Trace.
Because today happened to be my one-year anniversary with Trace. We’d been a couple for a year, and I was the happiest I’d ever been in my life.
He did move back to Miami soon after we became a couple. He found a job with a different agency headquartered downtown, and was unfathomably successful. Everyone wanted him, from commercial fashion to the haute couture stuff that’s the crème de la crème.
Plus, my career was taking off too. I’d gotten a lot of international work around my birthday, people clamoring to hire the hottest new curvy girl. It always broke my heart whenever I would leave Trace for an extended period of time though. This particular trip was almost a week long, and seemed about ten times longer. I was happy to be heading home the next day.
But when I got back to my hotel room, a surprise greeted me. Because inside my room, standing by the kitchen table with a candlelit dinner, was Trace. He was unbelievably handsome, bronzed in a dark blue suit.
“Trace?”
“Surprise,” he growled.
I dropped my things on the floor. “I can’t believe it.”
“I know we were going to each other tomorrow,” he said. “But I couldn’t wait. I had to see you. It’s our anniversary, and what better to city to celebrate it in than the City of Love?”
“I know,” I said with tears forming in my eyes.
“The food is hot and fresh, but I don’t think I can wait,” he rasped, approaching me with long strides. “Lila, I think we’re meant to be together.”
“Oh, Trace, I think that, too.”
“Good sweetheart. Because I have to do this.”
Suddenly, he got down on one knee and took me by the hand. He pulled out a small jewelry box, revealing a giant four carat diamond.
“Oh my God,” I gasped.
“Lila, I’m madly in love with you,” he rasped, blue eyes looking up into mine. “I don’t want to waste any other opportunities. I want to live our lives together, and to wake up next to you every day. And I want to have a family with you. I want everything with you. Will you marry me, sweetheart?”
I was shaking and tears poured down my face even as I nodded like a bobble-head.
“Yes, of course, I’ll marry you Trace,” was my whisper.
He slid the ring onto my finger before standing to share a long, passionate kiss.
“Thank you sweetheart,” he ground out in my ear. “You’ve made a poor soul very, very happy, and I promise you won’t ever regret it.”
* * *
The food was forgotten as Trace and I rushed into the bedroom. And this time, the sex wasn’t just hot; it was pure ecstasy, the type where love is blended with lust, thrilling you to the tips of your toes.
At first, all I wore as we made love was my engagement ring. Trace growled, seeing me nude and flushed, the giant sparkler on my finger.
“You’re gorgeous,” he growled against my skin, bending to touch the ring with his lips before dipping his head between my thighs and licking me there. I cried out, head tilting back. “Absolutely beautiful,” he finished.
But we’ve never been vanilla people. Because Trace snapped on a pair of handcuffs next, the gleaming steel holding me tight. And yet, this was right. I belonged to this man every which way and the restraints only made my passion soar. After all, this dominant animal was going to be my gorgeous husband, and I knew he would always make sure I was taken care of.
“Sweetheart, this way,” he gestured, pulling my pussy over his open mouth. And at the same time, my lips found his cock, loving the hard length in my throat as he lapped my gushing cunt. We weren’t just doing 69; we were devouring each other alive. I loved the way he lightly thrust his cock deeper into my mouth while his mouth went deeper into my wet pussy. He would bite lightly on my clit whenever he came out to take a quick breath. And the hard he suctioned between my legs, the more eager I was for my meal. I began to stroke his cock while I took him deeper into my throat, sucking with 10 Gs of vacuum force.
By the time I secreted in my fiancé’s face, he was giving me my dessert. Hot sperm pumped into my mouth and I swallowed his delectable gift happily, lapping up every drop around his member.
Satisfied, I sat up to look at Trace.
“I’m so glad you came,” I told him, wiping my mouth with the cuffed hands.
“I’m so glad you said yes,” he replied.
We kissed each other again, enjoying the salty taste of each other’s mouths.
“So, when did you know?” I asked him teasingly. “When did you decide you were going to propose?”
“About a week or so after we moved in together,” he answered.
“Since then? You’ve been waiting a long time!” I cried in disbelief. “You’ve wanted to propose last year?”
“Well, yeah. I’m in love with you, Lila.”
And those words rang true, making my heart stop.
“I’m in love with you too, Trace.”
Finally, for the first time since I set foot in Paris, I was truly happy. I had the city lights illuminating my room, a nice wind blowing through the window, and the man I’d given my heart to here with me. Nothing could’ve made it better.
But Trace had a question as well.
“When did you know that you loved me?” he asked.
“I’m not exactly sure,” was my honest reply. “I just woke up one day, thought about how much I cared about you and how ecstatic I was that you moved back to Miami. One thing led to another, and I knew. What about you?”
“I knew the day I said we should move in together,” he said.
My heart had skipped so many beats by this point that I felt like I was flying.
“This is different than anything else,” Trace said slowly. “I’ve loved before, but not like this. I don’t feel like I can live without you Lila. You’ve totally ensnared me, and I love it. We so should have hooked up in high school.”
I agreed, nodding.
“We could’ve had it good for so much longer,” I lamented.
“But it’s okay,” he said with a grin. “Now, we get to have it good for the rest of our lives.”
I couldn’t get over all the sweet things he was saying. They shook my heart, warming me to the tips of my toes. I never wanted them to end, and wished that we could’ve stayed in Paris together longer. But soon, we’d be returning to Miami and traveling down a new road that included engagement.
“Are we going to buy a house in Miami?” I asked curiously, running a light finger down one muscled pec.
“We can get a house anywhere in the world, darling,” he replied.
“Oh, and where should we go for our honeymoon?” I giggled.
“We have to go to Tahiti, no question,” he said firmly. “The beaches are perfect, the food and drink are divine, and the beauty is unparalleled.”
“You talk like you’ve been to Tahiti! You’re making me really want to go there.”
“We can go anywhere you’d like,” Trace growled. “I just want to see you wear a grass skirt with nothing else,” he said wickedly, blue eyes flashing. “Husband’s prerogative.”
And I laughed then, excited for our future. Because this was my man, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him. Planting one last kiss on his lips, I snuggled up against that massive frame before closing my eyes for a quick catnap.
“My fiancé is perfect and divine,” was my sleepy murmur. “I’m the luckiest woman in Paris … and the world.”
THE END