“Absolutely.”
“As in you wouldn’t change anything about it?”
I pause before I say with conviction, “No. It’s because of that I became who I am.”
“And you became mine.”
I can’t contain my grin as he narrows his eyes.
“You have to say it.”
“Say what?” I play nonchalance.
“Mine?”
“Yours.”
Epilogue 1 - Kimberly
Three years later
I wake up submerged in pleasure.
Literally.
My legs are wide open as Xander feasts on my pussy. His wicked tongue runs up, then thrusts inside me.
I back off the bed and grab his blond strands with a force that must hurt. That doesn’t stop him, though.
He eats me like a hungry predator and I’m his poor, willing prey.
His thumb finds my clit and he does that masterful thing, flicking and circling. It’s insane how much better he knows my body than I do. How he drives me crazy with the simplest touches.
The moment he teases it between his fingers, I’m a goner.
Complete and utter goner.
I scream his name as I come undone around his tongue. My breathing is harsh and fast as he licks my sensitive folds one more time.
When his face reappears from between my legs, he’s grinning so wide that his dimples form deep creases in his cheeks.
He darts his tongue out and licks me off his lips, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me.
Oh, God.
That will never get old.
Since we started living together in college three years ago, Xander always wakes me up this
way or with his dick deep inside me. Bottom line, he always wakes me up with an orgasm and those mischievous dimples.
I try to wake him with my lips around his cock, but that doesn’t happen too often. One, he’s always up first, and two, he usually doesn’t like it when I take away his ‘morning fun’ as he calls it.
“Morning, beautiful.” He climbs my body with slow, sloppy kisses up my belly.
I stopped my life-draining diet two years ago. It took too much to make that decision, so as soon as I began to keep my food in, I decided to adopt a healthy lifestyle but without starving myself.
Xander became my personal trainer for runs, and I might have wanted to kill him at the beginning for all the long jogs we did, but then I started to look forward to them. And, okay, the way he looked in his running clothes might have helped a bit. Fine, a lot.