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Angelica’s eyes flutter, her face a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. “Lycus...Sir…” she moans, her voice barely above a whisper.
I take this as a cue to dive back in, my tongue resuming its exploration of her most sensitive spots. Our bodies are now fully entwined, her hips grinding rhythmically against my mouth, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
I slide a finger into her, the pressure and rhythm of my fingers combined with my tongue’s movements driving her closer to the edge. She bucks against me, her moans growing louder as she reaches the brink.
“Lycus, fuck!” she screams, her voice hoarse with need.
I give her what she wants, increasing the speed and intensity of my actions. Her body shudders beneath me, her moans turning into a guttural roar of release.
She comes hard, her body spasming and convulsing in my arms. I am lost in the moment, unable to tear my gaze away from the sight of her, the sound of her, the feel of her.
When she finally stills, I pull away from her, her essence coating my face and lips. I move to lay beside her, her breathing ragged and her body still trembling.
“That was–” she begins, but the words falter in her throat as she catches her breath.
I want more, I need more. I want her to feel completely consumed by me, to be lost in the moment, to never want to leave this place. So, I continue my exploration, moving up her body, until my lips meet hers in a kiss that is both gentle and possessive.
Angelica’s eyes lock onto mine, her love and desire clear in her heavy lidded gaze.
“Lycus, Sir, please…fuck me,” she begs.
As I push myself inside her, we both cry out in pleasure. It’s like coming home, the familiarity and passion enveloping us. We move together, our bodies in sync, our souls connected in a way that nothing else could ever compare to.
Our bodies glide together, the pleasure building with each passing second.
The room is filled with the sound of our love, our passion, our desire. It’s a symphony of emotions, and we’re the conductors, guiding each note, each phrase, to create a masterpiece of connection.
As we reach the crescendo, I feel as though I’m surfing on a wave of pure energy, driven by our shared desire. With each thrust, Angelica moans, her body tightening around mine.
Our hearts beat in tune, synchronised like never before, as we reach the pinnacle of our passion.
And then, we collapse onto the bed, our bodies still entwined, our breaths ragged and uneven. We lie there in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, feeling invincible, whole, and complete.
“Lycus,” Angelica whispers, her voice thick with emotion, “I never thought I’d feel this way again. Thank you for bringing me back to life.”
I smile, running my fingers through her hair, knowing that we’ll face the challenges ahead together, but I know we can overcome everything because there is nothing but our love and the promise of a future we’ll rebuild, brick by brick, starting tonight.
Epilogue
Angelica
6 Months Later
As I stand at the threshold of my new venture, excitement and nerves mingle in equal measure within me. The scent of freshly printed pages intermingles with the rich aroma of aged cheese and fine wine, a potent concoction that fills the air of my quaint bookshop and wine bar.
Tonight is going to be amazing.
Six months have passed since the opening night ofFor Me, a night which paved the way for a love I never saw coming. Since then, everything has been looking up, and my relationship with Lycus has been going from strength to strength.
He stands beside me now, his presence a steady anchor, amidst the flurry of emotions swirling within me, as I take in the scene before me – the cosy nooks adorned with plush armchairs and velvet cushions, the antique shelves lined with literary and more smutty treasures, the gleaming display of artisanal cheeses and carefully curated wines, behind the glass display counter – everything is perfect.
I feel a massive swell of pride in what we’ve accomplished. It may have been the dream of a six-year-old girl, but the idea had legs. During the day, the bookshop co-exists as a cafe, serving specially selected coffees and the most delectable cakes made by Lou and Odi’s friend, Jess, and by night, the wine flows and the filthy books will come out to play.
I’m already over subscribed for my monthly smutty book club, and the LGBTQ+ cheese and wine nights, so I’m over the moon. Lou’s other friend, Steph, keeps on at me to have some themed nights with sex toy demonstrations and still life drawing classes and the like.
We’ll see how it goes. For now, I just want to get through opening night and take it from there, though Lycus has also expressed an interest in using the space for meetings to help immigrant men mingle and meet new friends, and I think the idea has merits.
Tonight marks the culmination of months of hard work and dedication, a labour of love born from a shared vision and a steadfast belief in the power of friendship and community.
