Epilogue: The Dark Duet (26 page)

She moaned and sucked on my tongue. Her
hands held my head in place as she navigated her way through our upside down
mashing of mouths.

“It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Caleb,” she said through panting
breaths.

Gingerly, I lowered her until our
previous posture was achieved. I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted her mouth on
me. I undid my slacks and pulled out my dick. Pre-come wept from the tip and I
smeared it along Livvie’s cheek.

Livvie turned her head and latched on
to my cock like a vixen possessed. She suckled.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed. I couldn’t stop
myself from thrusting into her ravenous mouth. I reached for the back of her
head and gathered up her hair from the floor. I held it in my fist as I let the
first volleys of my lust clear. I had no intention of coming so soon. I pulled
my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop.

“Easy, Pet. Let me set the pace. Open
up.” I wasn’t at all surprised by her immediate obedience. With one hand
holding her hair, I used my free hand to take hold of my cock. I couldn’t
resist tracing her wet, red lips with the tip of my cock. I sighed as I watched
her kitten tongue dart out to lick it. Finally, I slipped back into the warm,
suctioning sanctuary of her mouth.

I let go of Livvie’s hair and stood. I
desperately wanted more of her pussy in my mouth. I palmed her ass and pulled
her toward me. My lips mouthed her clit while my tongue licked at her tiny bud.
I felt every shudder, every moan, and every whimper against my cock. I made
shallow thrusts interspersed with deep ones that drove past the scrape of
Livvie’s teeth into her throat.

I pulled my hips back every so often to
allow Livvie to breathe. Drool coated her cheeks and puddled on the floor, but
she’d never looked sexier to me.

“Tell me how you feel,” I said.

She cleared her throat and swallowed.

“I want to come,” she pleaded.

“No,” I said. I urged her mouth back
onto my cock. As she continued sucking, I bathed her pussy with my tongue until
her thighs began to tremble. I pulled away. “No, Kitten.” I ran my finger
through her wetness and circled the tight pucker of her ass.

Her mouth pulled off my cock.

“I’ll be good. I won’t come. I won’t
come.” She tried to wriggle away from my finger.

“Let me in. Now.”

“
Please
,
Caleb.”

“I’ll let you come.” I pressed my lips
to her clit and kissed her.

There was a moment of hesitation, and
then I felt her muscles relax. I slipped the tip of my finger inside her ass
and wiggled it back and forth.

“Oh, god! Caleb. Please! I’m going to
die.”

I laughed.

“You’re not going to die, Pet. You’re
going to come. Hard.”

“I want to.” Her hips moved back and
forth. “I’m so close. Please lick my pussy. I want to come. Please let me
come.”

“Put me back in your mouth.”

The moment I felt her sucking, I put my
mouth on her. I knew she couldn’t take much more.
I
couldn’t take much more, and I wasn’t the one hanging upside
down.

Livvie’s hips thrust back and forth as
she tried to work my tongue on her pussy. In the meantime, she was also fucking
herself in the ass with my finger. A more glorious way to spend an evening has
not
been created.

I felt her muscles tightening. Even her
mouth got tighter around my flesh.

“Go ahead and come for me, Pet.” I
cupped the back of her head and kept myself in her mouth as she came in mine. I
felt her orgasm on my tongue, around my finger, and her cries of ecstasy
vibrated along my cock.  It felt as
though she could come for days, and as I continued to fuck her mouth slowly my
crisis found me and I spilled my seed inside.

Afterward, I lowered her to the ground
and held her for a long time.

“Tell me again, Kitten.” I kissed her
forehead.

“I’m yours, Caleb. Always.”

“And I’m yours. Happy anniversary,
love.”

“It was perfect,” she whispered and
nestled deeper into my arms.

I didn’t have the energy to do much
more than move us to the sofa. We slept for an hour or two before we could drag
ourselves into the shower and then to bed where we made love again, soft and
slow.

So, here we are at the end. Was it good for you? It
was for me. I suppose in the end that’s all that really matters. I know that’s
selfish, but you know I’m selfish and you love me anyway.

For what it’s worth, I think I might actually miss
you.

Will you miss me?

Will you cry?

If you do, please drink a tear for me and know that I
never meant to cause you pain. Our parting is no cause to fret. In the words of
Frank Herbert,
“There is no real ending.
It’s just the place where you stop the story.”

Livvie and I go on. We still live and have adventures.

Will we see each other again? I don’t have the answer
to that. Life has taught me to expect the unexpected and it’s a lesson I learn
over and again. Suffice to say – I hope so.

To be perfectly honest, I’ve gone around and around
trying to find the perfect ending to this novel I never intended to write. In
the end, I’ve come to the conclusion that there wasn’t anything wrong with the
way Livvie ended things. Her epilogue was short, but it captured the essence of
our story: Survival is the most important thing. It affords us the chance to
live and to find all of the things that make living worthwhile. I found
redemption. I found forgiveness. I found love.

That said, Livvie did a beautiful job with the ending
and I can think of no greater tribute than to end this book as she intended.

As I walked,
I could feel his eyes on me, the way I could always feel his eyes on me. Tears
ran down my face unabashed, but I didn’t move to wipe them away. I had earned
those tears, and I would wear them as a symbol of everything I had been
through. They represented all the pain I had suffered, the love I felt, and the
ocean of loss sweeping through my soul. I had finally learned to obey and never
looked back.

The End

(For now)

CJ Roberts is an independent writer. She favors
dark and erotic stories with taboo twists. Her work has been called sexy and
disturbing in the same sentence.
 

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