He stands and we kiss.
“I can’t wait to be with you forever,” he says. “And forever starts right now.”
He scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bedroom. Soon I’ll be his queen, but the way he effortlessly carries me reminds me I’ll always be his princess too.
EPILOGUE
Isaac
“When did you…” Julia says, unable to finish her sentence.
“When you were in the shower. I had to work fast.”
“You sure did,” she says, as I lay her down on the rose petal covered bed. There are vanilla scented candles placed around the room, and I’ve also scattered wood chips in a few places to add to the rustic smell.
We’re in the largest log cabin in the world, but our little room feels as cozy as a lakeside cottage on a warm summer’s night.
I slowly take off my clothes, watching her as she does the same. Just a few seconds later we’re both naked, and lying next to each other on the clean, crisp white sheets.
I run my hand through her hair, placing it behind her ear before allowing my fingertips to continue along down to the small of her back. Touching that curve of hers gets me every time. It doesn’t matter if I’m placing my hand there as we enter a restaurant or as I am now, as we lie naked together under the candlelight. There’s something special about that spot that drives me crazy.
“You’re already ready,” she says, looking down at my erection.
“I can’t control myself when I’m with you,” I say.
“Neither can I. And I’m ready too.”
“Don’t rush me. I need romance,” I say.
“Very funny, but I’m glad to see you’ve become a little more in touch with your emotional side.”
“Emotional or sensual?”
“Maybe both.” she says as she places her hand on the side of my head and runs a single fingertip along my closely cropped hair. “But let’s call it passion.”
“Passion for you,” I say bringing my head forward and kissing her lips as softly as I can. I want to dive in, but this new part of me wants to take my time…to make this last as long as possible as I explore her and all the hidden twists and turns of her body…to see how she responds to my touch for hours as I watch her experience an entire roller coaster of pleasure. I want to give that pleasure to her, and I will. And now that we’re engaged it will be like this forever. How did I get so lucky?
I move my hand around the side of her back and slide it underneath her, allowing me to pull her across the bed, eliminating those few inches that separate us. I want to feel her skin on mine, everywhere, and that feeling that I get when our bodies touch feels incredible. It still gives me goose bumps.
She slides her legs in-between mine as we continue to kiss softly.
Getting engaged is something I never though I’d do, making this moment even more incredibly special for me than it already is, and I want to make sure it’s just as special for her.
I roll her onto her back and kiss my way down her stomach, until I reach the top of her opening.
“I want to taste you,” I say.
I listen as she moans, and I bring my mouth down to her pussy and prepare to taste the sweetest fruit known to man. Her peach.
EPILOGUE
Julia
His tongue opens me and I feel his mouth take my clit inside, rolling it around under and above the tip causing my knees to straighten and my toes to curl.
“You taste like a fruit and smell like a flower,” he says. I love that he absolutely loves each and every inch of me, including the inches that lie inside me. His tongue dives deep in-between my folds and enters me in a flicking come hither motion.
My eyes roll back in my head and I grab for a pillow, bringing it to my face as I bite down on it hard.
His tongue slides out before finding my clit again, flipping it rapidly in succession, causing me to absolutely lose my mind.
At first I see white and I feel like I’m spinning, then suddenly all I can see is black and I’m floating.
I come crashing back when I feel two fingers slide inside me as his mouth continues to satisfy my clit. His fingers find my G-spot instantly, and combined with what his tongue is doing to my clit I know there’s no other way he could heighten my pleasure.
I realize I’m wrong when I feel his other hand slide up my midsection and his wrist come to rest on my jaw. I reach for his fingers, taking two in my mouth, but it’s not enough. I grab his wrist with both hands and stick all four of his fingers in my mouth. His thumb isn’t forgotten. It’s pressed lightly on the underside of my jaw providing leverage and heightening my experience.
I suck his fingers for only a few seconds when my body can’t take it anymore. I yank his hand from my mouth and my body shoots up in bed as my juices shoot out onto his face. I convulse forward and retract back, only to repeat the process over and over again as my mouth hangs open and I gasp for air as my orgasm continues unabated.
My pussy clenches hard around his fingers and it won’t let go. I look at his face and can see what I’ve done to it, as he sticks his tongue out as far as it will go, licking in big circles around his lips taking in more of my cum.
“You are a filthy animal,” I say, still breathing hard.
“Animal yes. Filthy no. Your pussy is cleaner than my filthy, your word not mine, mouth and tasting you cleanses me and is the taste my palate prefers over any other. I could eat you alone and survive for weeks. Your juices, my food…nourishing me more than any other substance on earth.”
“I don’t know if I think you’re even filthier than before or that’s somehow the most romantic thing you’ve said all weekend in a weekend that’s already been filled with beautiful compliments.”
“And we’re just getting started, and I’ll never stop.”
“Complimenting me, or…”
“Both. Not this night. Not this weekend. Not this month. Not this year. Not ever…now that you’re mine.”
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
Julia
Nine years later
“Mom, it squirted on me!” Cheyenne, our oldest yells.
“It’s chicken Kiev. That’s what it does.”
“The middle is the best part,” Isaac says. “And this is absolutely delicious, honey.”
“Thank you,” I say. I think it took all of about one week for Isaac to adapt to my cooking. Then again I’m not sure if adapting is the right word, considering when we met he ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and protein bars most of the time. That and oatmeal and grilled chicken without any seasoning.
“It’s good, mom!” Helena, our middle child says.
“Thank you, dear.”
Phoenix, our youngest is only six months old so it will be another Gerber night for him.
And we just learned today that number four is officially on the way. If it’s a boy we may mix it up a bit and go with Wyatt. We’ll keep those names that match the open plains of the Wild West, but maybe give the state capitals a break. We’ve already covered Wyoming, Montana, and Arizona. I don’t think the next child would appreciate being known as Sacramento or Santa Fe, although Austin could be a perfect fit.
But hidden inside each child’s name is a little secret…the cities where each was conceived. I’ve come to love this country just as much as I imagined, and our names are a small tribute to that.
But it’s not just the country that makes it all worthwhile. It’s him.
He encouraged me to open a language school nine years ago. The first couple years were hard, but he stuck with me and even invested some of his own money in the idea. He was sure of it, and sure of me, and that made me push even harder.
And all those late nights paid off. Eventually the brand name we came up with started to become recognized and one thing led to another and we were approached by an app maker. We weren’t sure the world needed another language learning app for their iPhone or Android device, but somehow they convinced us.
And now that a
pp has gone global and we’ve been blessed with more money than we could ever spend. I’m sure if we tried we could, but we live a simple lifestyle that’s focused on two things…family and travel fun. We love nothing more than vacations together and I’m so glad that some of that money from the app can go towards helping us spend more time together. It’s nice to know I had a little something to contribute financially, although Isaac tells me my contribution was one thousand times greater than his. All that really matters is that it was us, together.
At the end of the day it’s just the names on the different paychecks that all wind up in the same place, but I would have never got my feet off the ground without his help and encouragement. It was even his idea to sponsor my mother for a U.S. green card so she could help out. We cited her deep understanding of the Russian language as to why we couldn’t hire an American for the job, and it was true. We got her approved and now she lives in the States, visiting frequently but living out her dream of a life in Miami. Word was she was the toast of the retirement community where she lived.
And after years of waiting I’d become an American citizen myself. My kids were born with the citizenship, but I had to earn it, just like Isaac and I earned each other’s trust, and love, all those years ago.
It’s crazy to think that our “relationship” started off as an arrangement with certain rules and timelines.
Now it was like time was flying by as the kids were growing up so fast, and also there were no rules in our house. We simply lived by the ideas of loving and respecting each other, including our neighbors, friends, and strangers, and everything worked out all right.
Strangers…just how Isaac and I started out.
I look over and see him spoon-feeding Phoenix some baby food. I shake my head and smile, thinking just how unbelievably crazy, in a good way, this thing called life can be.
My fireman fake fiancé had become my real husband, and in doing so he won my heart and gave me the family I always wanted.
I stand up out of my chair and move around the table to him. I wrap him up in a hug from behind as he continues feeding Phoenix.
“Hey there,” I say, kissing him on the cheek and then laying my head on his shoulder.
“Hey there yourself,” he says, turning which causes my head to come off his shoulder and puts our faces in line for a perfect kiss. He squeezes my booty hard under the table out of the line of sight of the kids.
“Gross. Get a room you two.” Cheyenne says.
We both laugh and Isaac whispers to me, “Maybe a room in…Cheyenne?”
“Maybe,” I say. “Just maybe.”
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you,” I say.
“Wait…is that why you named me Cheyenne?”
Our heads turn at the same time catching the absolute surprise on her face at the revelation she’s just experienced.
We burst out laughing like two kids right in front of our own kids. Our three kids, which are soon to be four.
And why stop there?
We’ve got a lot more journeys to take and a whole heck of a lot more gas in the tank. We’re just getting started. Together. Forever.
BILLIONAIRE’S VIRGIN BALLERINA
Barbara: I've prepared my entire lifetime for this moment, but I wasn't prepared for him.
Tonight will define my career. The one chance to shape my future, but all I can think about is the one man who represents my past. The only man I loved more than dancing. Him.
How did he find me here? And can I find with him, what I've always wanted? A future...together.
Brian I've traveled halfway around the world to find her. She may have changed her name, but it doesn't change the way I feel about her.
But what will she say when I finally tell her after all these years? Tell her all the things I want to do with her. How a future without her is no future at all.
I've risked it all to get this close, and I'm not about to back away now. Not now, and not ever. I'll do whatever it takes to show her I'm the man for her, and she's the only girl for me.
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