Epilogue

8 Years Later

Riley

I never thought I'd end up in New York City, but now that Nick and I have been living here for a few years, I can't imagine living anywhere else. The city has brought me out of my shell, and I have a decent circle of friends along with a husband and a son. The life I'm living is picture perfect.

Ryker, our two-year-old, is the spitting image of his father. He spends most of his days bouncing between Nick and I from the shop to the studio attached to the back. Our love of ceramics seems to be genetic, and Ryker's already showing interest in making his own pieces. His creations certainly look like a toddler made them, but as his dexterity gets better, I'm sure he'll be a natural.

He's dozing in his stroller right now. Today is my and Nick's third wedding anniversary, and he has a romantic day planned for us. He's kept the details secret, insisting that it needs to be a surprise. I've taken it upon myself to drop Ryker off at daycare early so I can give Nick a surprise of my own.

After I get our son signed in, I call a cab to head back to our apartment. The distance is short, but I can't wait to get back to my husband. I can't remember the last time we closed the shop just to spend the day together, and I'm eager to soak up every minute of our free day that I can.

The apartment is quiet when I walk in, and I grin. My plan is coming along perfectly. I peek my head into the bedroom to see that Nick is still sleeping soundly. He won't be for long, but I don't think that he'll mind.

As silently as I can, I undress and peel the blankets back. My mouth waters at the sight of his morning wood. In the years that we've been together, I've found that I love blowing him. The power dynamic it creates is intoxicating. I'm both completely in control and in a submissive position.

Nick's breath catches when I pull his boxers down to expose his cock, and I wait until his breathing evens out again before leaning down over him. I wrap my hand around his length, holding him loosely as I lightly lick the tip. Then, when his eyes don't open, I slowly sink my mouth around his cock.

I stretch my jaw open as far as I can to accommodate his length. When we first started doing this, I couldn't fit his entire dick in my mouth. I gagged so hard that tears came to my eyes. Now, I like to consider myself somewhat of an expert.

"Fuck," Nick groans from above me when I suck particularly hard on him. "Riley, what're you doing?"

I contemplate pulling off to answer, but I figure the better response is to reach up and cup his balls. He moans loudly, and I feel myself start to get wet. Making him incoherent is incredibly gratifying. I think it's my favorite thing in the world.

Nick thrusts up into my mouth, still not fully awake. Unabashedly, he chases his pleasure, and I'm more than happy to accommodate him. I nearly gag but breathe hard through my nose to accommodate the intrusion.

"Baby, come here," he says after a few minutes of fucking my mouth.

He doesn't give me a chance to do it for myself. I'm hauled up and into a filthy, heated kisses. He's practically devouring my mouth, and I love every minute of it. I'm not done making him feel good, though.

While he's distracted with the kiss, I move to straddle him, resting my knees on either side of his hips. I reach down and line his cock up with my opening. As I'm sinking onto him, he bites down on my lip, growling as he does.

"Oh shit," he curses, grabbing onto my hips so hard I think he might leave bruises.

"Happy anniversary, Nick," I say as I bring myself up and drop back down onto his length.

"Happy anniversary," he chuckles, pumping his hips up into me.

"You like your surprise?" I ask, riding him faster.

"I love my surprise," he growls, his head falling back against the pillows. "Is this why you got out of bed so early?"

"Mhm," I hum as I lean down to kiss him again.

The change in the angle allows him to hit my G-spot directly. I gasp into his mouth, and the noise eggs him on. He holds onto my waist tighter and starts fucking into me so hard that the air is stolen out of my lungs. The control I had from this position is gone, and I can't bring myself to care. I love when he takes charge.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he says as he continues his onslaught. "You're my person, Riley."

"And you're mine," I manage to say as my orgasm quickly approaches.

My legs shake, and I completely lose the ability to kiss him. He's relentless in his quest to make me cum. In the years that we've been together, he's learned how to bring me to the edge in record time.

"You're so gorgeous," he murmurs, praising me in the way that makes me absolutely melt. "You're taking me so well. I love your perfect little pussy."

"Nick," I say urgently as I feel the first waves of my climax licking at my nerves. "Oh my god, Nick."

"It sounds like you're close, honey," he practically coos. "Are you close, beautiful?"

"Yes," I whine as my toes curl.

"Then cum for me," he commands, fucking me even harder. "Go ahead. You always sound so pretty."

I moan so loudly that it echoes around our bedroom. My orgasm tears through my body, and I go completely boneless. I'm at his mercy. It feels like he's using my body as a toy, and I love the sensation. As my climax starts to crest, Nick makes a cut-off, strangled sound. I feel his seed shoot into me, filling me up even more.

"Holy shit," he groans as the last spurts of semen escape his cock.

"Yeah," I agree, leaning down to kiss him as I lift myself from his lap and settling onto his chest.

"Talk about a wake-up call," he laughs, threading his fingers through my sweaty hair. "That was a great way to start our anniversary."

"I thought so, too," I giggle.

"I propose we sleep for another hour before we hop in the shower," Nick suggests, stifling a yawn. "We have lunch plans."

"We do?" I ask.

"Mhm," he confirms. "I won't tell you where, but I think you'll like it. You've mentioned it a few times."

"Is it that little Italian place that just opened down the street?"

"We'll just have to see," he says, but I can tell by his tone that I hit the nail on the head. "Then after lunch, I thought I'd take you somewhere else you've been talking about."

Instead of responding, I hum contentedly. That could be any number of places, and I don't want to guess. Nick's surprises are always the best, and I'm sure that whatever he has in store for today is just as incredible as what's in store for the rest of our lives.

~The End