Epilogue
EZRA
By the time Mauricio had finished packing for our honeymoon, I was already slick and ready for him. I moaned as he pushed into me and started an easy rhythm that sent me soaring high. It felt amazing to have him filling the emptiness inside of me that had ached for so long until I met him.
I looped my arms over his neck as I held on tight while his body rocked me right. Knowing he was my loving husband making love to me made it feel even better than before. I hooked my ankles under his ass to give me leverage as I moved in sync with him, helping him push even deeper into me. It made my toes curl with delight as I called out to him.
In his amazing bed, it felt like the height of decadence to be fucked in the most comfortable fluffy cloud in the sky. I luxuriated under his gentle attention as he worshipped me with his love that I couldn’t get enough of. His hands traveling over any part of me they could touch heightened my enjoyment as he took care of me like no one else ever had.
It fortified my belief that marrying Mauricio had been the right decision to make. Maybe the world would think we had lost our minds to do it so soon after meeting, but I didn’t care about that at all. How could I when it felt so amazing to be his?
“I can’t believe you’re mine to worship and adore for the rest of our lives,” he murmured as he continued sending me to new heights with every thrust of his hips. “My beautiful husband.”
His words sent a burst of pleasure through me. “I love you so much.”
“Now, and for the rest of our lives.” He brought my hand up to his lips to place a reverent kiss on my wedding band. “I really am the luckiest man alive.”
“Yeah, you are,” I teased him. I delighted in his laughter. It made me stop him to reverse our positions so I could start riding him with a little more urgency. I tossed my head back as I rocked with wild abandon and let him fill me up inside. “Yes! So good!”
He pushed up on my downward bounces, making me scramble to brace myself on his firm stomach. I got louder as we continued, losing myself in the incredible feeling of our bodies connecting as one. It felt like he completed me and made me whole for the first time in my life. I felt drunk on the ecstasy of being together.
When he reached out to jerk me off, I lost my rhythm as I thrust into his hand with a needy whimper. It took an effort to find the balance of moving between the two sources of pleasure. But once I did, I got rougher in my search for pleasure as he took care of all my needs.
“I’m so close,” I whined low in my throat as I moved with desperation. I was right on the cusp of release, with my body feeling like a tight rubber band that was ready to snap.
“Then paint my skin with your cum. Claim me as yours,” he ordered in a commanding voice that sent me over the edge.
I came hard with a wordless cry as I shot my load in spurts on his stomach. But I didn’t stop moving since he hadn’t come yet.
Mauricio pushed me to my limits when he reached down and coated his index finger in my cum to bring up to his mouth. He put on a show of sucking it clean before he came inside me with a soft moan that made me shudder as I felt his release on the most intimate level.
I braced my hands on the bed and leaned forward, allowing him to slip out of me, along with some of his release. It made me feel like his in the best of ways. I kissed him passionately, loving when he tugged me closer to deepen the kiss.
Being married to my soul mate was the best feeling in the world.