Epilogue 2
Five Years Later
Augustus
”Lasciala con Celia.”
I let my lips brush the shell of fiore”s ear when I whisper to her.
The shiver that moves over her golden skin is the response I hoped for.
My cousin waves us off without need for an excuse to take our daughter off our hands for however long we trust her not to teach her Italian.
Celia”s language tutoring is how I learned to swear, after all.
”Where are we going?”
”I want to show you the old house,” I answer, leading my wife by the hand across the Italian landscape.
”August, we saw the old house when we got here.”
Zephyr giggles, onto me for sure.
”Si, but you didn”t get to see it in the good light.”
My family”s estate in Italy is a collection of more modern villas nestled among ancient olive trees. The old house is a crumbling square of four stone walls on a hilltop with a view of the sunset.
When we arrived a week ago, we walked up to see it in the morning. I showed her the view and gave her what history I know of it.
This evening, I have very different plans.
It”s a short hike up the low hill and when we get there, the sun is already kissing the horizon.
”Ooh, that is pretty.” Zephyr stands beside the outside of the stone walls and gapes into the distance, her hand still entwined with mine.
”It is, indeed.”
When she turns, she sees that my eyes are only on her.
I watch the blush spread up her body, fanning from her deep cleavage and into her cheeks. We stand and watch as the fire of pink and golden hues lighting the sky fades to blues and pastel hues of lilac.
”Oh.” Zephyr”s eyes are drawn to the interior of the structure beside us as the string lights begin to go on.
”Romantic,” she coos as she moves beyond the arch that no longer holds a door on the rusted hinges.
Inside, she finds the blankets I laid out over the packed, dirt floor, the candles gathered on the crumbling stone heart, strings of tiny fairy lights crossing the open ceiling, and the basket of local wine and tapas waiting for us.
My hands are already sliding up her full thighs, taking the gauzy sundress with them on their way until she”s freed of it completely.
Her bra joins the dress in a corner to give my mouth access to her breasts, savoring each nipple in turn till they”re hardened points against my tongue. Then I move to my knees, filling my palms with the soft feel of her ass and lowing the tiny scrap of cotton she calls panties to the ground.
As she steps free of the last remnants of her clothes, fiore mio pushes me back into the soft palette of blankets, returning the favor of relieving me of my own clothing, then straddling my hips to torture my hardened cock as she slides her wet folds along my length.
”Did you bring me up here to get laid, Mr. Damiani?”
”I had planned to eat first, Mrs. Damiani.” I have to grit the answer through clenched jaws because Zephyr is doing everything in her power to destroy the slow seduction I”d had planned for her.
”Celia will watch Brezza all night, won”t she?”
My wife smiles down at me with mischief in her eyes as she takes me inside her in a tortuously slow stroke that gives me time to appreciate every inch of her tight, slick, smooth, interior.
”Celia will keep our daughter for as long as it takes us to make another niece or nephew for her to dote on.”
”Is that what we”re doing, tonight?”
Zephyr falls over me, catching herself on hands planted above my shoulders as she takes my mouth with hers-- as if the kiss will distract me from the way she”s begun to move up and down on my cock.
In the years we”ve had together so far, my wife has learned many ways to drag my seed into her womb, this is one of her favorites; riding me slowly while she watches me unravel under her spell with an uncanny talent for timing her release to mine.
It”s only due to the miracle of modern birth control that Brezza is our only child so far.
”Si, fiore....”
My fingers grasp her thighs, my hips pistoning upward to meet her strokes, as she takes me to the brink of control.
”...we are not going home till you are ripe with my child again.”
”Good thing I got off the pill then.”
And then there is no sky above us, no walls around us, there”s only Zephyr, with her nails in my arms, and her tight channel convulsing around my cock as she begs me for our second child, which I am eager to give her.