TPW chapter 45 - spicy epilogue END

-Trynnian-

As soon as the bathroom door closes behind us, Kit’s lips are on mine, and I really wouldn’t want it any other way. His hands hold my hips whilst mine tangle in his hair, which is now mid-way down his chest, resting beautifully just below his pecs. Very attractive, I can’t lie.

I push my hips into his as his hand slips from my hips to grab my ass, and I grin into the kiss. Once I stop smiling, our tongues begin waltzing again, and I push harder into Kit. Much to my delight, he pushes back so that we’re both grinding against each other, and suddenly I’m getting really impatient.

Breaking away from the kiss, Kit whines slightly when his hands are no longer on my body, and I only smirk at him as I begin filling the bath. “Come on, we have to do this properly now Kit,” I say teasingly, enjoying the little blush on his face.

I love when Kit’s being all sweet and blushy, and I love when Kit’s being all seductive and growling in my ear sexily. He does both sides extremely well, and I greatly approve.

Leaving the faucet on, I know it’ll take a while to fill the bath, as it’s quite large - well, large enough to fit two fully grown men in, one of whom is a 6ft werewolf. Swirling my hand in the shallow water to test the temperature, I nod satisfactorily, before turning back to my husband.

Snaking my arms around his neck, I beam when he pulls my hips to him firmly, holding me in place whilst he scents my neck, before leaving open-mouthed kisses along my collarbones. He glances up at me, and I nod before he begins undoing the buttons on my shirt.

As he unveils more and more of my skin, he kisses each newly revealed area softly and gently, rubbing circles into my hips as he undresses me. It’s beginning to feel very hot in here, and I genuinely can’t tell if it’s from the steam off the bath or if it’s the sexual chemistry going on between Kit and I.

He finally reaches my trousers, and he glances up with a smirk on his lips. We both know I know what he’s about to do, and the fact that he still makes sure to ask makes me even more excited. Before any words can even leave his lips, I nod hurriedly, blushing a little when he smirks even more.

Leaning against the wall for support, I twist my fingers in my husband’s hair as he removes my trousers and underwear, revealing my hardness to the really rather warm air in the bathroom. Glancing at the bath, I see it’ll be filled soon. Just enough time for my husband to suck my dick, and then we can fuck in the bath. Nice.

Said husband continues in the order of events I just described - he sucks my dick, and he’s getting a lot better at it. I gasp as I feel his hot tongue swirl across my tip, his large mouth wrapped around me as I fuck the back of his throat in ecstasy.

I refuse to let myself climax though, not until the bath is full. I want to keep this going as long as possible, so that the white-hot pleasure in my veins doesn’t have time to stop between now and making love in the bath.

And then Kit decides to do something really annoying, which always makes me cum quickly: he rapidly slips a finger in my ass, deep enough to hit that one spot which he’s gotten so good at finding, and decides to work me from both the front and the back.

Moaning into the steamy air of the bathroom, I shudder as I feel Kit slide a second finger in, as he begins to fuck me a little harder and faster. How he can be so good at this, astounds me. He knows exactly what gets me going, and somehow keeps getting better at it as the years pass.

I finally let myself release, and Kit does that unbelievably sexy thing where he watches me with those dark, shiny eyes of his as I cum into his mouth, lust bubbling in his eyes as he removes himself from my dick and licks his lips, swallowing my cum.

I instantly pull him up to me for another kiss, ignoring the taste of myself on his tongue as we kiss deeply. Pulling back, I admit I get a little frustrated when I realise he’s still fully clothed. Like, here I am, fully nude and after just being so thoroughly fucked by his mouth and fingers, and he’s still fully dressed?!

Kit, however, wastes no time shedding himself of his clothes as I turn off the bath water, climbing in and gasping slightly at the heat. It’s very hot. Just how I like it. Kit gets in soon after, and I get a delicious eyeful of his massive cock, a spark of glee jolting down my spine when I think where that’s about to go.

Sitting on Kit’s lap, we kiss passionately whilst he continues to prepare me. Being finger fucked by my husband also manages to rather speedily get me hard again. Well, being fingered combined with Kit saying sexy things in my ear about how much he wants to make love to me. That always does do the trick.

When I deem myself ready, the love of my life helps to steady me whilst I sit myself down on his dick, and I gasp loudly when I push myself down on him hard. He prepared me well, but I can still feel my walls stretching around him as he pushes deeper than his fingers could reach.

Breathing heavily against his neck, I feel his hands rub my back comfortingly. “Are you alright, my love?” He asks, kissing my temple gently. “O-of course, give me a moment and we’ll be all good,” I say a little shakily. He nods, kissing my forehead softly.

God, I love him so much.

And then I give him the ok to move, and Kit pulls out of me part way, before thrusting back in, pulling my hips down to meet his as he fucks me deep inside, our breaths mingling as we kiss erratically between thrusts.

He continues in this fashion, one hand moving to pinch my nipple, until the stimulation is putting me in serious trouble of coming already. Smirking, Kit releases my nipple, stopping his movement as he bends down to suck on my nipple instead, whilst his dick is still buried deep within my channels.

All I can do is grasp his hair whilst I moan into the air, the hot water feeling incredible around my body. I hadn’t realised how pink I’d gotten in the heat until I look down at my own body.

However, it wasn’t my own pink skin that caught my eye when I looked down - no, instead, it was my incredibly amazing husband, as he smiled up at me, his eyes radiating love as he kissed me gently, whispering “I love you so fucking much” into my ear in that deep, sexy voice of his.

“I love you more,” I whisper back, before my words are cut off with another soft kiss. And I don’t know who loves who more, but it doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that we really, truly, do love each other as much as we say we do.

And I feel Kit’s love everyday. I see my husband’s love every time he looks at me. I hear his love every time he laughs. He knows how much I love my wolf, and I know how much he loves his prince.

He will forever be, The Prince’s Wolf.

THE END