Epilogue

Grace

3 months later...

I stir the pot of hot and sour soup, inhaling the rich aromatic scent. After testing out a handful of pasta and meat dishes, I’ve started dipping my toes into more delicious foods, like Chinese and Thai. I’ve kept my promise to Eli, almost completely eliminating takeout, but it does leave me with serious cravings. So I started to scour the internet for recipes. It’s been daunting (why does Asian food have a million ingredients?!) but well worth the effort.

My marriage has been so amazing, I think as I crack the eggs for the last part of the recipe and put them in the fridge so that they can be added at the last second. After my first time together with the man I love, we’ve been going almost every day. Some call it a honeymoon phase, but the need I have to connect with Eli is so strong. It’s not just sex for us, there’s an emotional part too. When we’re together, it’s like renewing our vows. Is it the kind of fairytale ending I’ve always thought I’d get? Definitely not. Is it better? Absolutely. We haven’t told anyone the truth, more because I don’t think they would believe us anyways. After all, who hires someone to act as their fiancé?

And speaking of acting, I’ve been rather busy these days keeping up with it. Dana, the ad agency creative who I auditioned for called me up a month back to book a commercial, and I accepted. It was for some kind of organic juice, so I guess the wholesome thing worked really well in my favor? Since then I’ve been getting a small stream of work, enough to make me put my college plans on hold and see what happens. I use my maiden name for my work too, so I think I can say that it’s my skill that’s getting me the callbacks, and not my last name.

Something that I didn’t realize was how it would feel to be married. I expected there to be lots of happy moments, and there are lots of those, but the in between ones are even better. I feel safe and secure with Eli, and knowing that he feels the same way means everything to me too. Maybe his grandfather was onto something after all when he told Eli he had to get married.

The old man has outlived the doctor’s expectations, and they’ve cautiously extended the timeline another few months. I’ve taken that chance to try and push for some reconciliation between Eli and his last remaining relative. So far, it seems to be going well, although I know there are many complex emotions to unpack after so many years. And I don’t blame Eli for what’s happened either. After all, he was just a kid who wanted to be loved.

I set the lid back on the pot and turn it down to a low simmer to wait for my husband’s return. I don’t have to wait for long though. These days Eli leaves the office at five-thirty sharp. I feel guilty for taking him away, but he assures me that there is no end to the work, and he wants to come home now. As if on cue, the elevator doors open, and he steps into the penthouse. I walk over to greet him, kissing him deeply. His arm winds around me, and then he looks at me in surprise.

“You’re not wearing anything,” he says.

“Nope, just the apron,” I say in my most sultry voice. “I know you’ve been wanting me to do that for you.”

His hand travels down, squeezes my ass as our bodies connect. His cock is straining his pants, and I tug on his tie, bringing him over to the kitchen.

“Dinner-”

“Can wait,” I tell him. “Unless you really want to eat first.”

“No,” he growls, and we’re kissing furiously, my hands unbuttoning his pants as he pushes up the frilly apron I’m wearing.

His hands are all over me, touching everything that screams to be touched. I finally work off his pants, his boxers, and my hands grip his thick cock. Even now, after so many times, I still wonder how I’m able to fit him into me. My fingers barely fit around him, and I rub him a few times as I lick the head of his cock, the salty tang of his cum coating my tongue. Eli groans through gritted teeth, and I take the whole head in, licking the sensitive underside as I continue to work him over with my hand. I can smell him, a masculine musky scent that makes my pussy wet instantly.

Relaxing my jaw, I begin to take in more of him, sucking along his shaft until I can feel him hit the back of my throat. His fingers tighten in my hair as I bob my head up and down, taking as much as I can as he begins to move his hips, pushing his cock deep into my mouth over and over. I moan softly, knowing that it’s Eli’s favorite move. I move faster, ready to take all of his seed, when he stops me abruptly.

He lifts me up, spins me around so that my elbows are on the dining room table. He yanks my hips back towards him, my ass in the air, and then he’s running his slippery shaft against my pussy, dragging it against my clit and making me moan his name. He slips between my legs, pressing that wide head against my pussy, and then he enters me in one go, until he’s completely inside.

“Fuck me Eli,” I beg.

He gives my ass a slap, and starts, sliding in and out of me agonizingly slow, making me feel every inch that I’m taking inside of me. I’m being stretched open by his cock only, and pain laces with pleasure as he thrusts into me. It’s so good, so perfect that I can’t help but cry out. Good thing we don’t have neighbors.

Eli begins to move faster now, wet sounds coming between his cock and my pussy as we crash together. My nails dig into the wood of the table, I’m pushing back onto him with desperate need. He leans over me, his breath hot, biting down on my shoulder as he moves. If I look down, I can see him entering me, that long thick cock disappearing inside. Eli plunges into my pussy faster and faster, hips snapping as my orgasm begins to build up inside of me. He pushes me back down onto the table, and the angle is perfect, hitting that one spot that makes me melt with pleasure. I cry out, and then I come, losing myself to the delicious sensations as he thrusts in one last time and releases inside of me.

For a few seconds neither of us move, and then I collapse onto the table, exhausted and spent. His cream trickles out of me, sliding down my thigh.

“You know, today’s our three month anniversary,” I say to Eli as I catch my breath.

“Is it?”

“Yeah. Technically we’re supposed to be getting divorced right this minute.”

I slide off the table and crawl into his lap. Eli’s already starting to get hard again, and I grind my swollen pussy against him, cum dripping down his shaft and onto his balls. He grabs my waist, angles me so that I can sink down around him in one go. I breathe in sharply, still unused after all this time to how big he can be.

“We do have an extension clause on that contract,” he murmurs, kissing my neck as I roll my hips, just enjoying the feeling of him inside me, making me whole.

“That’s true,” I pant. “We do have the option of continuing.”

“Good,” he says. “Because as far as I’m concerned, I want this to last forever.”

*****

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