Epilogue
Glenda
Fifteen years later…
“It’s our anniversary next week,” Cillian says as he comes into the library.
“Are you telling me or asking me?” I tease, and he walks over to sit next to me on the couch.
I put the book I was reading in my lap while he takes my feet and begins to rub them.
“I’m stating a fact.” His grin is playful, and I love that after all these years he still looks at me like he’s just fallen in love.
“Do you want to do something special? The kids are at camp until the tenth, so we’ll be all alone.” I wiggle my eyebrows, and he leans closer.
“You act like they need to be gone for us to have a good time.” Now he’s scooting me onto his lap and into his arms. “I seem to remember last night being quite the evening.”
He’s hard under my ass, and I rock against it, remembering how he felt inside me. “Any time you wake me up with that mouth of yours, it’s going to be fun.”
“Fun.” He hums as he buries his face in my neck. “I think you called it ‘mind-blowing.’”
“You’re mistaken,” I tease and close my eyes. “Your old age has made your memory fuzzy. I think I called it ‘satisfactory.’”
When I say the last word, he growls against me, and I giggle just before he picks me up and carries me through the house.
“Where are you going?” our oldest son asks when Cillian stomps right by him.
“To prove to your mother that she’s a liar,” he calls out over his shoulder.
“Okay, you guys are weird,” our son says and continues toward the kitchen. It’s not unusual for Cillian to carry me all over the place, so it doesn’t really faze anyone when he does it.
When we get to our bedroom, I realize my book is still in my lap, so I grab it and pretend to read as he tosses me on the bed.
“I guess if you feel like you need to prove something, do your best.” I turn a page, and then suddenly the book is gone from in front of me and is replaced with Cillian’s grouchy face. “Did you want me to give you some feedback?”
“Woman, you’re going to be sorry for poking the bear.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and spread my legs. “Or I’m going to be very, very happy.”
Cillian pushes my summer dress up, and when he sees I’m not wearing any panties, he looks up at me with a mixture of anger and desire. Which is probably my favorite.
“You do this just to see how far you can push me.” He’s roughly pulling at his pants, and I hear material rip before he can free his cock.
He licks his fingers and then quickly checks me, but I’m already wet and ready. He grunts his approval as he sucks my juices off his digits and then thrusts his swollen cock inside me. I gasp at the size of him, but he doesn’t go easy on me. Instead he starts a punishing rhythm as he jerks down the front of my dress and latches on to my breast.
I cry out at the sensation because it’s overwhelming and so damn good. “You test me, baby,” he says through clenched teeth, and I squeeze around his cock. “Fuck.”
My grin of triumph is smug because he almost loses it right then. But he knows what I’m doing, and now it’s his turn to take control. He pins my hips to the bed and takes me hard and fast. I’m so close to the edge, I just need a little touch to my clit to go off.
Cillian knows this, so he’s not going anywhere near it. Thinking I can take matters into my own hands, I reach between us to touch myself. He’s already three steps ahead of me as he grabs my wrists and pins then above my head.
“Please,” I whine, trying to rock against him.
He shakes his head as he keeps thrusting in long, possessive strokes. “Not yet.”
“I love you,” I moan, and his grin is cocky.
“I know.” The weight of him has me pinned down and unable to do anything but take what he gives me. “And I love you, which is why I’m making this good for you.”
“I’m sorry I teased you,” I admit, but we both know that’s not entirely true. I’m going to do it again at some point, and he’ll love it just as much as I do.
“Liar.” He leans down and sucks on my nipple again, making my whole body scream with need.
After I whine and then eventually beg, Cillian thankfully takes pity on me. He slides his arm around my lower back and lifts me a little so that my hips are tilted down. From this angle, he can rub my clit as he slides into me, and it feels like heaven.
His lips connect with mine, and that’s all it takes to send me over. I’m cumming around his cock, clenching on his length and draining him of his own pleasure. It goes on forever, and when he gently lowers me to the mattress, I’m sated and smiling.
“Even after all this time.” He kisses me gently and then brushes the hair out of my face. “I’m still just as addicted to you as when we first kissed.”
“Me too, stud muffin,” I agree, and he shakes his head.
“Veto, jelly bean.”
THE END!