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Story: Art of Convenience
“Our friendship will always be my favorite,” I say through tears, but I'm not crying out of sadness anymore, but out of gratitude.
Epilogue
MILES
THREE MONTHS LATER
“Don’tyou think this is a little dramatic?” Camila’s face is mocking me as I pull out a giant pair of scissors.
“No,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “If anything, I don’t think it’s dramatic enough. If it were up to me, this would be filmed and broadcasted as breaking news to every TV, computer, and phone in the world.”
“Well, I guess we can thank our lucky stars it wasn't up to you then.”
Tables full of appetizers, desserts, and champagne fill the gallery while pride and awe fill me. I pull the curtains back slightly to take a peek out front. Camila’s friends and family are all grinning from ear to ear. Eagerly awaiting the grand opening.
“Oh god.” Her fingers twist around her ring for the first time in months, “Half of the city is out there.” She slinks back and I let the curtain drop as I follow her to the center of the room.
She poured everything into renovating this place. The first time she came home with gauze and bandages wrapped around her arm I practically demanded we hire people. But she wouldn’t stand for it. Her heart and soul, sweat, and literal blood are in this place and I couldn’t be more proud of her.
“You ready?”
She offers a wobbly smile and wraps her arms around herself. I set the scissors down and take her hands in mine, giving her a reassuring squeeze. Her eyelids fall softly as she takes a deep breath.
“It was nice of you to invite your dad,” she whispers.
“Baby steps.” I shrug. “Now,” I wrap her arms around my waist and hold her flush against me. “As much as I want everyone to see how incredible you are, and everything you’ve accomplished, if you want to head to the back I can think of some ways to calm your nerves.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?” Her eyes twinkle and her lips curl up into a small smile.
“I could eat your sweet pussy till your vision blurs.” I nip at her bottom lip.
“Don’t tease a girl,” she whispers against my lips. I unlock her arms from behind me and use them to drag her back to her office. “What are you doing?” I can hear the smile on her face. I sit on a large green velvet couch in the corner of the room and pull her on top of me. With one hand on her hip, my other works the button and zipper of my pants. Her eyes go wide when my cock breaks free of my briefs. She licks her lips and my eyes follow the trail of her tongue.
Holding my shaft I drag it over her underwear that only continues to get wetter with each passing stroke.
Camila's thumb rubs at the bottom of my lip while her hand splays against my cheek. “Thank you, Miles. For everything.”
“This was all you, mi esposa.” I kiss her lips. “I’m so proudof you.” One of those beautiful real smiles graces her lips. Not a shy, nervous, or forced one. A genuine smile. And then her hands tangle in my hair as she kisses me with that full Camila force. I don’t bother pulling her underwear down, I just slide them to the side. A breathy little whimper escapes her lips when I push the tip in and I suck it up. I inhale her scent and her sounds, and I relish in the pride she has in herself as I attempt to knock out any nerves. Because I want to do everything with her and there isn’t anything I wouldn't do for her. Her knees spread out farther as she sinks lower onto me and now it’s me gasping and groaning. I pump my hips forward, harder and faster now and her head falls back exposing the column of her neck that I love to sink my teeth into. I feel her already tight pussy grip my cock and I know she’s close. I reach between us and stroke her clit because I’m not going to last another second. Her mouth parts and she cries out my name which always causes me to thrust harder. Her pussy squeezes me and her body trembles under my hands. It’s that feeling alone that has my balls tightening and I find my own release inside her.
Camila’s panting and sucking in air as she leans down to rest on my chest. I run my hand along the back of her head, trying to tame her hair. “Oh my god. Do you think everyone will know?”
“That I fucked the nerves right out of you?” I ask and she sits up bringing her hands to cover her face but I don’t miss the smile beneath them. “If your blushing cheeks don’t give it away, my cum dripping down your legs might.” Her jaw drops open but I just drop my head back onto the couch and laugh before helping her clean up.
Twenty minuteslater Camila’s hands are surprisingly sturdy as she uses the large scissors to cut the ribbon in front of her gallery. Everyone claps and cheers while taking photos. Taylor whoops and screams the loudest. Her mother wipes at the tears falling from her eyes while her father holds her tightly. I hear a loud whistle and find my own father standing a head taller than everyone else as he blows around the two fingers between his lips. I look back down at Camila, beaming from ear to ear and I’ve never been more proud.
CAMILA
“Having a grand opening is more exciting and exhausting than a night out in Vegas,” I sigh as I collapse onto my spot on the couch. Miles drops my shoes that he was carrying on the floor before sitting down beside me. His sturdy hands wrap around my legs as he pulls them over his lap and softly caresses my skin. Even after all this time my skin still heats under his touch.
“Are you happy, Camila?” The smile he gives me makes my heart so full it’s heavy in my chest.
I sit up, running my fingers through his hair, and kiss his neck. “Yes, Miles. I’m really, truly,genuinelyhappy.” His lips brush over mine. “And what about you? Are you happy?”
He pulls back, his eyes flirting with mine. “With you? It’s borderline unbearable how happy I am.” He kisses me once more before sliding out from under my legs and heading back towards the elevator.
“Where are you going?”
“I have something for you.” His eyes twinkle with mischief and mine narrow in suspicion.
Epilogue
MILES
THREE MONTHS LATER
“Don’tyou think this is a little dramatic?” Camila’s face is mocking me as I pull out a giant pair of scissors.
“No,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “If anything, I don’t think it’s dramatic enough. If it were up to me, this would be filmed and broadcasted as breaking news to every TV, computer, and phone in the world.”
“Well, I guess we can thank our lucky stars it wasn't up to you then.”
Tables full of appetizers, desserts, and champagne fill the gallery while pride and awe fill me. I pull the curtains back slightly to take a peek out front. Camila’s friends and family are all grinning from ear to ear. Eagerly awaiting the grand opening.
“Oh god.” Her fingers twist around her ring for the first time in months, “Half of the city is out there.” She slinks back and I let the curtain drop as I follow her to the center of the room.
She poured everything into renovating this place. The first time she came home with gauze and bandages wrapped around her arm I practically demanded we hire people. But she wouldn’t stand for it. Her heart and soul, sweat, and literal blood are in this place and I couldn’t be more proud of her.
“You ready?”
She offers a wobbly smile and wraps her arms around herself. I set the scissors down and take her hands in mine, giving her a reassuring squeeze. Her eyelids fall softly as she takes a deep breath.
“It was nice of you to invite your dad,” she whispers.
“Baby steps.” I shrug. “Now,” I wrap her arms around my waist and hold her flush against me. “As much as I want everyone to see how incredible you are, and everything you’ve accomplished, if you want to head to the back I can think of some ways to calm your nerves.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?” Her eyes twinkle and her lips curl up into a small smile.
“I could eat your sweet pussy till your vision blurs.” I nip at her bottom lip.
“Don’t tease a girl,” she whispers against my lips. I unlock her arms from behind me and use them to drag her back to her office. “What are you doing?” I can hear the smile on her face. I sit on a large green velvet couch in the corner of the room and pull her on top of me. With one hand on her hip, my other works the button and zipper of my pants. Her eyes go wide when my cock breaks free of my briefs. She licks her lips and my eyes follow the trail of her tongue.
Holding my shaft I drag it over her underwear that only continues to get wetter with each passing stroke.
Camila's thumb rubs at the bottom of my lip while her hand splays against my cheek. “Thank you, Miles. For everything.”
“This was all you, mi esposa.” I kiss her lips. “I’m so proudof you.” One of those beautiful real smiles graces her lips. Not a shy, nervous, or forced one. A genuine smile. And then her hands tangle in my hair as she kisses me with that full Camila force. I don’t bother pulling her underwear down, I just slide them to the side. A breathy little whimper escapes her lips when I push the tip in and I suck it up. I inhale her scent and her sounds, and I relish in the pride she has in herself as I attempt to knock out any nerves. Because I want to do everything with her and there isn’t anything I wouldn't do for her. Her knees spread out farther as she sinks lower onto me and now it’s me gasping and groaning. I pump my hips forward, harder and faster now and her head falls back exposing the column of her neck that I love to sink my teeth into. I feel her already tight pussy grip my cock and I know she’s close. I reach between us and stroke her clit because I’m not going to last another second. Her mouth parts and she cries out my name which always causes me to thrust harder. Her pussy squeezes me and her body trembles under my hands. It’s that feeling alone that has my balls tightening and I find my own release inside her.
Camila’s panting and sucking in air as she leans down to rest on my chest. I run my hand along the back of her head, trying to tame her hair. “Oh my god. Do you think everyone will know?”
“That I fucked the nerves right out of you?” I ask and she sits up bringing her hands to cover her face but I don’t miss the smile beneath them. “If your blushing cheeks don’t give it away, my cum dripping down your legs might.” Her jaw drops open but I just drop my head back onto the couch and laugh before helping her clean up.
Twenty minuteslater Camila’s hands are surprisingly sturdy as she uses the large scissors to cut the ribbon in front of her gallery. Everyone claps and cheers while taking photos. Taylor whoops and screams the loudest. Her mother wipes at the tears falling from her eyes while her father holds her tightly. I hear a loud whistle and find my own father standing a head taller than everyone else as he blows around the two fingers between his lips. I look back down at Camila, beaming from ear to ear and I’ve never been more proud.
CAMILA
“Having a grand opening is more exciting and exhausting than a night out in Vegas,” I sigh as I collapse onto my spot on the couch. Miles drops my shoes that he was carrying on the floor before sitting down beside me. His sturdy hands wrap around my legs as he pulls them over his lap and softly caresses my skin. Even after all this time my skin still heats under his touch.
“Are you happy, Camila?” The smile he gives me makes my heart so full it’s heavy in my chest.
I sit up, running my fingers through his hair, and kiss his neck. “Yes, Miles. I’m really, truly,genuinelyhappy.” His lips brush over mine. “And what about you? Are you happy?”
He pulls back, his eyes flirting with mine. “With you? It’s borderline unbearable how happy I am.” He kisses me once more before sliding out from under my legs and heading back towards the elevator.
“Where are you going?”
“I have something for you.” His eyes twinkle with mischief and mine narrow in suspicion.
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