Epilogue
Chance – Six Weeks Later
My family has a barbecue planned for today to celebrate my ‘graduation’ from the wheelchair to crutches. My leg has been healing nicely, and faster than the doctor predicted. I’ve followed all of his instructions, for the most part. We did start having sex sooner than I should have. But when you are in love with a woman like Remi, you can’t help yourself. Or at least, I can’t help myself.
She practically forced me to move in with her after I was released from the hospital. I’ll admit, it didn’t take a lot of convincing. One, because I am head over heels gone for this girl. And two, because my apartment is upstairs, with no elevator. So getting to it was near impossible. Her house is a one-story mid-century rambler on a large lot with a fenced yard, and Hudson loves it. I deprived him of a decent yard for too long.
Plus, her house feels like home. I mean, I think anywhere I was living with Remi would feel like home, but it’s also just comfortable here. It’s not too knick-knacky or refined and the furniture is big and cushy, made for sitting in. For as particular, and dare I say uptight, as she is about everything else, her house is all relaxation. I can even put my feet on the coffee table. Well, as long as I don’t have shoes on. And not just because I can’t bend one of my legs and it has to remain slightly elevated. She puts her feet up on it too.
Remi comes down the hallway to the living room, connecting a back to one of her earrings. She looks incredible, as usual. Today she’s ‘casual’ in a tank style jumpsuit that is fitted on the top and cuts in at the waist, then a little loose at the hips and legs. My girl knows how to dress for her curves, that’s for sure.
“You look amazing, beautiful,” I say. She looks up, eyes wide, then her face breaks into a smile. Even after a few months, she’s still not used to a compliment.
She comes toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck, I balance on my crutches and place my hands on her hips. Which makes me think of earlier when she was riding me. Head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, tits bouncing, screaming my name through her third orgasm. Turns out she likes to be on top.
I still can’t do much pummeling with my leg in a cast, so it works great for me. Though I can’t wait until I can be in control of the fucking again. Taking her from behind. That luscious round ass tilted up in the air, her head hung low, tits swaying back and forth, pounding into her until she cries out my name and can’t remember her own.
“Well, someone is at attention,” she says referring to my hardening cock, then kissing me lightly on the lips.
“I was thinking about this morning,” I say. Her gaze turns hot and her face flushes slightly.
“This morning was amazing,” she says slightly breathless.
I nuzzle her neck. “Then I was thinking about when I finally get to fuck you from behind again.”
“You were behind me the other day,” she says, referring to when we laid on our sides.
“I want you on your knees.” I bite down lightly on her earlobe.
“Oh,” she says, her body shivering.
God, this woman. I can’t believe she’s mine.
“Only me?” I ask. Still not able to fully comprehend that such an incredible creature, such a sexual being, didn’t orgasm at the hands of another before me.
“Only you,” she says.
I capture her lips with mine and quickly deepen the kiss. Not caring that I’ll probably mess up her lipstick and end up with a faint red stain around my lips. She slows the kiss, then pulls away, slowly opening her eyes.
“What was that for?” she asks.
“Because I love you,” I say, kissing her on the tip of her nose.
“You know, I thought it would annoy me, you saying that all the time. But it doesn’t. I kind of like it.”
I laugh. “I’m glad.”
“Hey, it works,” she says, running her thumb under my bottom lip.
“What works?”
“New lipstick. Long last, smudge proof. There’s nothing on you. Is it smeared on me?”
I inspect her lips. “Still intact, you look flawless.”
She smiles big. “You ready to go?”
“Lead the way,” I say, motioning with my crutch toward the door.