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“I love you too,” I say against his lips as soon as the revelation sinks in. “I love you, Isaiah.”

We spend a few minutes connected to one another as our climaxes subside. In the afterglow, we swap lazy kisses and share each other’s warmth. Then, as he begins to go soft inside me, he pulls out, carefully putting my panties back into place.

I watch through half-lidded eyes as he tucks himself back into his pants and buckles his belt. Then he rises to his feet and offers me his hand, which I gratefully take. As he helps me to my feet, he says, “I meant what I said, Lilly. I love you. I’minlove with you.”

“I’m in love with you, too,” I say, the words feeling even truer now than they did a few minutes ago. “I love you so much.”

“Good,” he says as he leads me out of the warehouse and into the rest of my life, my hand enclosed in his. “Let’s get you home.”

Epilogue

Eight Years Later

Isaiah

As the seatbelt clicks into place, I smile to myself. Ever since getting married to Lilly a year after meeting her, I find myself smiling more. Usually, it’s around her or our children, Hunter and Sarah, whom I just finished dropping off at school. Sometimes, like right now, the happiness she’s brought me makes me seize up for a moment, and I have to pause to take it in.

Before starting my drive home, I check my phone to ensure none of the employees from my private security business require my assistance. I started my new lifestyle the day after I met Lilly. She became the most important thing in my life, and I couldn’t jeopardize her safety a moment longer. The transition was difficult; my old bosses didn’t want to let me go, but eventually I managed to convince them that I would still be available for security details, I just wouldn’t be killing men for them anymore. After that, they helped me get my first clients.

Once I confirm that everything’s under control, I start my drive home. It’s rare that I get days off like this, so I silenced Lilly’s alarm and took the kids to school without waking her. Of course, I have a plan to wake her up when I get back. I can’t let her sleep all day – she does have a client coming in this afternoon.

I funded Lilly’s college dreams. After moving her in, I informed her that she’d never have to work again if she didn’t want to. That thought didn’t sit well with my little firecracker. She’d always dreamed of being a teacher, so I sent her to school.

However, I wasn’t about to let her teach just anyone. I hated the idea of her being approached by men like her previous employer, so after she got her degree, I helped her set up a private tutoring business and I vet each of the clients carefully. She hasn’t interacted with a man at work since she started her business four years ago.

When I get home, the house is still silent. That fares well for me and my plans. I’m about to give Lilly the kind of wakeup call I know she loves.

Silently, I creep into the bedroom. Her chest rises and falls evenly, completely unaware of what’s about to transpire. Taking care not to make too much noise, I strip down to nothing before joining her under the covers.

Lilly makes a soft sound in her sleep, but doesn’t stir. In fact, she stays motionless, even as I part her legs and kneel between them. Her breath catches as I push the hem of her nightgown up, revealing her uncovered pussy, so I stay still, waiting to ensure she’s still completely out.

I force myself to wait just a few more minutes even though my mouth is watering for a taste of her. When I’m completely sure that I haven’t woken her up, I shift myself so I’m face to face with her gorgeous, perfect, pink pussy. God, I can’t wait to dive in.

Leaning in close, I inhale her smell. My cock instantly gets hard. Even all these years after meeting her, she still turns me on more than anyone else ever has.

My tongue darts out, needing a taste of her. She’s delicious, tangy and sweet. Her pussy’s already a little wet, and I can’t help but wonder what she was dreaming about before I started. Maybe she was dreaming of me, of exactly what I’m doing.

I drag the flat of my tongue through her folds. Above me, she makes a happy noise. It’s light and airy, and I’m sure that now her dreams have shifted to me if they weren’t already there.

She shifts slightly, unconsciously giving me better access to the parts of her that she wants attention on. I give her what her body’s asking for, shifting my attention to her clit. Keeping my eyes on her face, I flick my tongue over the little bundle of nerves.

Lilly’s mouth falls open, and she inhales sharply. Still, she doesn’t stir. So, I close my mouth over the nub and suck at her clit, flicking my tongue over the nub every few seconds.

She shifts again, and the way her body reacts makes me even harder. I push my hips against the bed. The little bit of friction is delightful. I can’t stop myself from groaning against her center.

I grip onto her hips, pulling her closer to my relentless mouth. She starts to move, and I’m sure she’s about to wake up. She doesn’t though. Instead, she sighs and turns her head into the pillow. Her hips grind up into my mouth, seeking more and more.

Giving her exactly what she wants, I continue to massage the spot with my tongue. Her breaths get more and more shallow, signaling her approaching climax. My cock twitches with interest at the way she responds to me. She’s so soft and open like this.

With a gasp, her body contracts and her orgasm overtakes her. As the waves wash over her, her eyes flutter open. I don’t stop eating her out, though, and I keep my gaze on her face, watching as she realizes what’s happening.

“Isaiah,” she whimpers, reaching down to grab onto my hair.

I let her pull me up to connect our mouths in a passionate kiss. She drapes her arms around my neck, pulling me in even closer. As I lick into her mouth, I line myself up with her soaking wet opening, pushing inside her slowly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I say, groaning as I completely sheath myself in her wetness.

Lilly whimpers, unable to form words. I imagine her brain’s still foggy from the orgasm she just had. It’s my favorite thing about her. She’s so sensitive, practically a slave to her own pleasure.

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