Epilogue
Six months later
Last month, we found another book in the ruins of the old indoor market.
Another very sexy book with more details even than that first one.
We’ve been trying all kinds of things for the past few weeks, inspired by it.
We’d been getting more creative with positions anyway, based on nothing but our imaginations plus some trial and error.
A couple of months ago, Mason ended up with strained muscles in his back from our attempts to have sex standing up. I had to do all the chores for a few days until his back recovered. We did manage standing-up sex eventually, using the wall for support.
But the book had a scene where the man fucked the woman in the ass, so we tried that earlier this week. It was so uncomfortable for me and unpleasantly messy that we gave up before we even got going.
There were other, better ideas in the new book, however, and Mason had a grand time last night when I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth.
Honestly, I had a grand time too.
We’d already figured out we can use our mouths for sex, but I got tips for doing it better from the book.
Today is the day of the week we’ve reserved for relaxation. We only do minimal chores for ours and the animals’ upkeep and rest from work otherwise.
Since the weather is warm and sunny, we decided to take a picnic lunch to a nearby meadow where a scattering of wildflowers are blooming and spread out a blanket in the shade of a few trees.
We ate and played fetch with Bill and talked about plans we’re making to expand the farm in a couple of years and then dozed on the blanket.
After we woke up, Mason started kissing me, which is how we ended up in our current positions—me sprawled on my back with my legs bent and spread far apart and Mason with his mouth under my skirt, doing all kinds of exciting things with his lips and tongue.
I come and then come again and, when he slides two fingers inside me, I come yet again.
It’s thrilling. Letting go so completely out in the open air. No one is around, but they could be. Why that suspense intensifies the pleasure, I have no idea. But it does.
It really, really does.
I’ve been making silly moans and sobbing sounds as I come the third time, and they fall into loud pants as Mason withdraws his mouth, straightening up so he can grin down.
His mouth is wet from my fluids, and he’s openly pleased with his success.
I’m pleased with his success too. I adore this man more than I ever realized I was capable of.
“Pretty good, huh?” he asks, his eyes moving hotly from my flushed face to my disarranged dress.
“Very good.” I reach up to draw him down on top of me so I can kiss him. “Thank you for the efforts.”
“You’re welcome for the efforts.” He presses five soft kisses against my lips before he asks gruffly, “You want me to use my hand, or are you up for more?”
“I’m definitely up for more.”
We’re both smiling as we rearrange so Mason is in between my legs, propping himself up on his arms, and sliding his cock inside me.
He rocks into me with a medium tempo, earnest and steady and familiar. I don’t come again—I almost never do like this—but I love it anyway. I can watch the succession of feeling on his face. Affection. Excitement. Need. An intimate entitlement. Adoration. Awe.
He feels for me the way I feel for him. I never have a single doubt anymore.
It’s on his face. In his body. In his voice as he murmurs thickly about how good I feel, how sweet and beautiful I am, how he never knew how good life could be before me.
I stroke his face, his shoulders, his messy hair and talk to him too, telling him he’s giving me everything I need, he’s exactly who I want, and he can let go, feel good.
He does let go, falling out of rhythm with a loud exclamation, his whole body jerking as he grinds against me as he comes. He releases inside me in several hard spurts, and we’re both smiling as he rolls us over onto our sides so we can hug without all his weight on top of me.
We lay like that for a long time, tangled together, no sounds except the mingled texture of our breathing.
Until finally Bill wakes up from his afternoon nap and lopes over to nuzzle my face and then Mason’s.
“We’re okay,” I tell the dog with a giggle, pulling away from Mason and straightening my underwear and dress.
Mason has fastened his pants and sat up, giving Bill a long-suffering smile. “We already had a long game of fetch earlier.”
One of Bill’s ears are folded, and his long tongue is hanging out the side of his mouth as he makes several dramatic nods toward the well-worn bouncy ball he dropped on the edge of the blanket.
He bounces in a sitting position as Mason picks up the ball, and then yips joyfully as he bounds after the long throw into the meadow.
Mason laughs, soft and low, as he bends over to give my belly a quick kiss. “I hope he won’t be jealous.”
I rub my slightly rounded belly. I’m only five months along in the pregnancy, and so far everything is going well. “I don’t think he will. I think he’ll love the baby as much as he loves us.”
“Yeah. I think so too.” He stands up as Bill races back to us with his ball, and then he helps me stand too.
He keeps holding my hand as he throws the ball for Bill again, and when he looks back at me he smiles.
I know what he’s feeling. I’m feeling it too.
The world isn’t right—it’s still wrong in so many ways and might get even worse—but there are still good things to be found.
We’ve found them right here.