The Epilogue

Ipadded through to the bedroom, a huge smile spreading on my face as I watched her laid out, tangled in our crisp white sheets. The sun has risen, but only just slightly, and normally I wouldn't be the one to be up early and busy, but I had to get things ready for our trip, and packing was a chore very firmly written on my list of things to do.

Not that we really split the chores like that, but travelling was on my list of things to arrange and fix. Especially this one, as it had so many moving parts, but I was confident that all those years of cruise life had prepared me for such an occasion.

"I'd love to be lying in bed with you right now," I said with a soft sigh, laundry draped over my arm, my head running through all the things I needed to do before Monday.

"Come lie with me, then," replied Claudia with a slowly spreading seductive smile. I felt it, the tightening in my chest. I knew I was already lost, a slave to her every desire.

I thought about it for less than a second, then dumped the laundry on the chair and slipped off my shorts and slid into bed in just my panties and a tank, getting super snuggly. Her arms wrapped around me, snuggling me up nice and tight to her.

"It's not Sunday. You think we can have a lazy Saturday and a lazy Sunday, too?" I asked with a sly smile.

"We can have a lazy weekend." She grinned,

"I would adore that. I need someone to take care of me."

"I can do that."

"How are you going to take care of me…?"

"How do you need to be taken care of?"

"I think you should be taking all my clothes off, kissing me and loving every inch of me, so I feel very taken care of."

Her hands went to my tank top, slowly pushing it up. Hands ran along smooth skin as she exposed it. She kissed the back of my neck and worked down to the fabric as it pushed up from the other direction.

The fabric was stretchy and tight against my skin, so it was a slow peel, exposing me inch by inch. Her lips on my neck made me shiver, my toes curling as I stretched out for her, feeling my breaths come deeper and slower as I felt the arousal spread through me.

It was a slow peel, but she was patient. We had as long as it took. Her finger rubbed up as more skin was exposed. Her hand wrapped around me, lightly stroking. She landed more and more neck kisses as she licked down right to the edge of the fabric. She pulled away so she could slowly work it up, not stopping though, just moving lower so she could caress my now bare shoulder with her lips.

It made me tremble as she reached my shoulder, her breath was light against my collarbone, pressing kisses over my skin. I felt every single touch, leaving invisible marks on my skin where she had been. I tried to stay still, but I writhed a little, deep breaths turning into soft gasps all for her.

Her lips pouted, and she blew cool air over my skin. Her fingers trailed up, reaching my chest. She gave my breasts a squeeze as she placed kisses on my collarbone, giving a soft suck on it, enjoying the way my body shivered and writhed for each of her touches.

With that cool blow, my gasps became louder. My breasts filled her palms, my nipples hardening at her touch. It all felt so fucking good. My eyes closed, my body waiting for her next kiss, next lick, next squeeze, and I felt the wetness spread against my panties

The squeeze came on my other breast, and then on my nipples as her fingers found them, too. The lick came at the side of my neck, followed by a nice soft kiss that went up to my jaw, spaced with licks.

"Oh." Claudia rolled my nipples between her finger and thumbs, a flash of pain followed by a surge of pleasure. It was a hotwire straight between my thighs. I tensed and relaxed, melting into her kisses. So soft. So gentle. Fuck. I felt so special to her.

One of her hands moved down all the way to the waistband of my panties. She didn't enter, didn't even try. She didn't rub over. She just kept it there, teasingly playing with it. Her other hand squeezed one breast and then the other. The second one got the roll of the nipple and a light pull this time. Her lips continued to pepper me with kisses, a little less organized than before, wanting to make as much contact as she could with my skin.

My hips started to move, side to side, up and down, trying to take more than her tease, desperate for more—her knuckles against my hip, fingertips gliding along just inside my panties. Fuck. She was so close. So so close to where I craved her to be.

My head started to seek her, lips searching for hers, wanting her attention. Her taste.

Then her fingers finally slipped inside my panties. They started to rub my pussy as her mouth met mine. Wanting my taste right back. Her fingers began to give me what I wanted. She kissed me hard as her fingers started to play, they started to give me that pleasure I needed so desperately, a soft, slow rub that was already starting to build a little with every moment.

My first moan was stolen by her lips. My panties kept her hand close to my mound, trapped against my heat as her fingers lower, sliding against my wetness, slipping against my clitoris and lower again, as though they might penetrate me at any moment. My hands moved reaching around her back as my thighs slowly spread, my nails lightly running down her back as I kissed her back, deep but slow.

My nails felt so good on her back. I knew how much she loved it, and I could feel them cause goosebumps to form. They made her body tremble when they first made contact. Her lips pushed into mine, her fingers beginning to rub my clitoris and give me the delicious pressure I so desperately wanted. And then she started to slowly slide her fingers inside of me, slow to match our kiss.

The light scratch of my nails became deeper and needier as her fingers circled my entrance and then pushed inside me. My lips stilled, my body tensed, responding to her fingers, and then she was inside me and I relaxed, remembering to breathe again, but the only air I could take in was hers, filling me everywhere, making her my everything.

Her fingers began to move faster inside me to match our kiss. Curling up to meet my G spot, beginning to thrust inside me.

"Fuck." My nails ran up her spine to the nape of her neck and then ran through her hair, a tight hold, trying to keep some control, but by this point, I clearly had none. She could feel each moan vibrating against her lips, tiny whimpers as my hips started to move, guiding her fingers deeper into me. We moved so slow. It was maddening, but felt so fucking good. "You are my world," I managed to murmur against her lips between kisses, through them, because I couldn't stop.

"I want you to feel special." Her words took forever to get out in between the kisses. "Because you are." she said, continuing to kiss me. She picked up the speed just a little as my hips rocked into her fingers. She went even faster, wanting me to feel all that pleasure as she chased those moans both with her lips and with her fingers, continuing to push at that slightly faster speed.

With that increase in speed, my body ignited, heat spread through me and as I moved with her, I felt my pants quickening. She responded to every touch, as her fingers curled and I trembled. She noticed, doing it over and over, taking me to the edge. That exquisite spot where desire and pleasure collide.

I'd never in my life felt as special as I do since being hers.

My breasts were crushed against her chest, our nipples grazing, which only edged me further, only made me moan louder and deeper against her lips. The pace of her fucking increased again. Faster and harder and it was a ride I never wanted to get off.

"Are you ready, baby?" she asked softly, such a tease.

I was trembling, more ready than I had ever been. I nodded, I nodded and pleaded with my eyes, but I knew she needed to hear me say it. I knew she wanted the words, so I tried, with a shaking voice. "Yes. I need it. I need you. Please, can I come for you?"

"You are my special girl. Come for me, baby."

As the words left her lips, I was lost. Falling, drowning, gone. I sank into the bed, letting go and giving her all of me. Everything. My orgasm came hard, slow, a long crashing wave that didn't end, giving and taking from each other.

We collapsed together. "That was incredible. You are…just. Fuck. You blow my mind," I murmured against her lips.

"You are so special."

My cheeks turned pink and I grinned at her with a shy smile, my legs and arms still tight around her with no intention of letting go. "You are."

She smiled and nuzzled against me. Her arms were still wrapped around me. Our desire was mutual. Not letting each other go.

"Raven…you told me all of this was organised and I had nothing to worry about."

I did love this woman, but dear god, she stressed the life out of me. After nearly five years together, we'd found a rhythm of things, where Claudia would steer the ship on around 92% of the decisions and actions needed, and she would, moan, complain, and stress about the 8% she'd given to me, and that 8% I had to negotiate hard for.

I loved our life. She still ran the New York office but had a much more reasonable work/life balance. I left the Pride of Paradise that summer and had never returned. Instead, I'd returned to the NY club scene, but rather that standing on the stage, I ran things from behind the curtain, putting on shows and events and finding new talent who were desperate to be found in the bustling streets of the Big Apple. It worked. I was happy, and she was happy, our perfect compromise. Although, there were times I did sneak back on stage for a song or two.

"It is all organized," I replied with a sigh, letting my voice trail off. I knew she wasn't listening. She could only see the fact that we were cutting the time close to the wire, and that if we were not careful we were going to miss our flight.

"Then why are we taking this route? It is so far from the airport to take the ring road. We could have been there if we'd taken the left before we hit Manhattan." She leaned forward to try and direct the driver again. He gave her a calm shrug, which only served to infuriate her more before she settled back in her seat.

My hand slid across the seat, taking her fingers in mine with a gentle squeeze. "Do I seem panicked?" I asked softly.

Her face turned to me and she analyzed my features, not just a glance, but a real in-depth search of my expression. I felt the scrutiny, but I also knew I didn't have the slightest worry in me, so I was not overly concerned.

She sighed after a second. "No." she confirmed.

"Then can you please trust me that I have absolutely everything under control?"

I knew it killed her to do it, that it wasn't in her personality at all, but sometimes she needed the push. "Okay," she agreed with a tiny smile, and I crossed the distance of the middle seat to plant a soft, warm kiss against her pouting lips.

"Thank you. I love you."

I knew it'd be impossible to keep the secret any longer after we pulled into the docks, which is why I had to plan something a little different. It seemed I'd formed the closest bonds with highly skilled, high-achieving super organized women. This was why at the port entrance there was a perfectly hung sign with:

Welcome Aboard Claudia and Raven

The big blue letters were followed by a small crowd of our friends and family, including Sue Smith, who was beaming in her Bermudas and Hawaiian shirt. For all the money that woman had she still went for the boldest option in Target with no fucks given.

Some other friends stood there from our home, from work, from our past. And Urduja beaming, bluetooth still firmly attached, began to wave.

"You did this?" Claudia turned to me, her eyes wide and shimmering with tears.

"I had a little help." I smiled.

"But, where are we going?"

"Well, I thought that maybe we should go back to England. It's been a while. And maybe this time, we might get to see Paris together."

Her eyes swam with tears as she nodded. "I would love that. I would love that very much."

And together with our closest friends, we set sail once more on the Pride of Paradise across the ocean. Close to my heart, I kept a sparkling diamond ring that I hoped on our return would be wrapped around her finger, just as my heart was.