“Love is a scary thing.”
She nodded, and we were silent for a moment, just reflecting on everything.
I was genuinely happy for her and reached out to take her hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. “I’m glad he’s good to you. You deserve that.”
She gave my hand a squeeze back. “And I’m glad you’re happy, Gracie. I can’t deny that I’m a little jealous you have our sexy-as-hell professor obsessed with you, that he’s so madly in love with you he gave up his job just so he could keep you.” She chuckled, and I heard the teasing note in her voice.
“And no doubt a lot of girls are jealous of you, Sherry. Who says chivalry is dead when you have a guy like Craig?”
“Touché,” she said and smiled wider. “We’re both lucky.”
Yeah, we were.
“I’d say we have a couple of keepers, Gracie.”
Yeah, looked like we really did.
Epilogue
Grace
One year later
I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face, and I stretched, the silk sheets moving along my body. Silk sheets. Not something I’d ever experienced in my life before meeting Lucian, but ever since I’d moved in with him six months ago, he’d insisted that we sleep on them, that I deserved no less.
He spoiled me, worshipped me. I was his queen, as he liked to say.
I lifted my arms and stretched them above my head, my fingers curling against the wrought-iron bars of the headboard, the feeling of the intricate details brushing against my fingertips. I still had my eyes closed, but it was the feeling of Lucian’s hand sliding along my side, over my belly, and between my thighs, that had me opening them and staring at the ceiling.
He pulled a gasp from me as his fingers slid against my slit, teasing my hole before gathering the moisture already formed there and bringing it to my clit.
I turned my head and looked at him. He was so close now, his body facing mine, his gaze trained right on me. His dark eyes seemed even darker because his pupils were dilated. The scruff on his face had my fingers itching to touch it, pull his head down and between my thighs, to see if that five o’clock shadow would be soft or rough between my thighs.
“Good morning,” he grumbled out. He slid his finger inside of me, and I let out a silent cry. “Spread wider for me,” he whispered.
I did as he said, neither one of us saying anything. Lucian continued to finger me as he stared into my eyes. And then he leaned in and kissed me, working his hand even faster between my legs, his finger pushing in and out of my pussy.
“Lucian,” I whispered at the same time I exploded, climaxing so hard my breasts thrust out on their own, my back arching, and a flush stealing over me.
The muscles in my thighs burned for as wide as my legs were spread, and still he worked me over, wringing out the last drop of pleasure he could in me.
When he pulled his fingers out of me, I forced my eyes open, watched as he lifted his hand, the digits glistening with my cream. He brought it to his mouth and sucked it all clean, never once taking his focus off me.
He kissed me again, thrusting his tongue in my mouth and making me taste the musky, sweet flavor of my arousal. I didn’t know how long we lay there, making out, my body still shaking from the aftereffects of my orgasm. But I could have stayed there all day.
I felt his erection prod my thigh, and I broke the kiss, placing my hand on his chest and gently pushing at him until he was on his back.
I pushed the sheets off us, stared down at the massive erection he sported, his cock so long and thick that the tip reached his belly button, a drop of pre-cum already on the crown. My mouth watered and my throat tightened.
I took one more glance at his face before moving down and grabbing hold of that monster dick, his girth so substantial that my fingers didn’t even touch as I held him. I used my other hand to grab his balls, the heavy sac overflowing my palm.
There was no preamble as I opened my mouth and started sucking on the tip, licking away the salty pre-cum as I tried to take as much of him into my mouth as I could. But he was too big, too long. I got halfway down before the crown hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly before I retreated.
I did this over and over again, Lucian’s hand in my hair, my hair tangled in his fingers. He lifted his hips up at the same time he gently pushed my head down on him, making me take more of his length. He groaned harshly, and I knew he was close, so close that I kept tasting spurts of his semen move along my tongue.