Epilogue
Stronger, Prouder, Prettier
Grace came awake to toe-curling, blistering pleasure spiking through her body. She gasped for breath as if she hadn’t merely been dreaming about sex and her core throbbed with familiar need. It was several seconds before she was clear-headed enough to realize that Romeo was not beside her on the bed. He had crawled between her legs and, if the smolder in his blue eyes was any indication, the fingers still curled inside her had something to do with that sensation she may have more than dreamed of.
Romeo ran his tongue over her clit and she quivered, already sensitive. Then he withdrew from her enough to lick his fingers clean and rumbled, “Happy birthday, Mrs. De Salvo.”
Her breath stuttered out of her. “Good morning, husband.”
His grin was positively feral.
It was the first proper day of their honeymoon, and their third official day as husband and wife. He’d promised to let her choose what they did for the day, as it was also her birthday, and she remembered wanting to go outside and see things. Do things. Together, in public, like a normal couple. But as he crawled over her, trailing his lips along her skin in a deceptively gentle caress, she couldn’t recall a single one of the things she’d had in mind.
Romeo swirled his tongue around one nipple, teasing and tasting. Fresh jolts of pleasure lashed through her.
Grace latched on to him, her body aching anew. “Romeo,” she gasped. “Please. Let’s make a mess of the room before we go out.”
He lifted his head from the hickey he’d left on the inside of her breast, dimple peeking out as his smile broadened. “How do you want it, angel?”
She licked her lips. “It’s my birthday,” she said. “I want you to pin me to this bed and fuck me hard.” She slid her hands into his hair. “Then I want you to bend me over it, and take me again. And maybe then we try making our way to the shower, but I can’t keep my hands to myself and you know how you get after I start stroking your cock.”
He groaned low in his throat, bending down and kissing her neck. “Floor’ll be cold and uncomfortable, angel. When we get off the bed, I’ll fuck you against the wall.”
Grace dragged her legs over his thighs and tilted her head to give him more access to her skin. “I want you inside me, Romeo. Please .”
He lifted a hand to gather a fistful of her hair, forcing her head back and catching her lips in a hard kiss. He shoved his tongue into her mouth as he dragged his cock over her folds, kissed her until he’d pulled the breath from her lungs, and said, “So needy.” Then he thrust his full, thick length inside her pussy.
Grace cried out, her back arching as much as his grip allowed.
Romeo lowered his lips to her ear as he simultaneously began moving his hips back and forth, dragging his cock through her channel at an increasing pace. “Last time we fucked like you’re asking for, you got pregnant.”
She felt as if her entire body fluttered and her fingers dug into his skin. “It was—it is—so good.”
“Yeah,” Romeo grunted. He moved his lips to her shoulder and a hand to her side, sliding it down to her hip. “Fuck, angel, feels like you’re already close.”
“I am,” she gasped. “I am!”
Romeo pushed up, grabbed her arms and pinned her hands above her head. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said, voice rough.
Grace complied immediately, her eyes half rolling back in her head at the way he sank deeper from the subtle change in angle. She cried out as he ground against her and bit down on her pulse point, her body teetering on the edge.
Romeo swept his tongue over the mark he’d made on her neck, sliding out of her until only the tip remained notched at her opening. “When you come,” he said, “I want you to drag it out of me. Clamp down on my dick so hard I don’t have a choice but to follow you over.”
She nodded breathlessly. “Please, please let me—”
He snapped his hips forward again, surging into her and growling one single, beautiful word. “ Come .”
She screamed his name as that ecstasy she’d been chasing finally burst, her legs tightening around his hips in a subconscious effort to hold him in place.
Romeo rocked with her, grunting her name as his body shuddered in his own release.
Grace wasn’t sure she had properly regained her breath, let alone any clarity of mind, when he pulled her to her feet and bent her over. Her legs were jelly by the time they stumbled into the spa-like shower, and still her overly generous and doting husband insisted on kissing her body and sucking on her breasts until she agreed to let him wring one more orgasm from somewhere down in her soul. By the time they made it out of the room and actually aimed themselves in the direction of the place she’d wanted to try for lunch, she was worried this honeymoon would be the death of both of them.
She absently rubbed her free hand across her belly, thinking of the small life still beginning to form somewhere inside. It would be weeks before she even began to show—most likely—and for a moment she wondered how large she would grow.
It was that thought that gave her an unexpected pause.
Grace remembered feeling dissatisfied with herself, arguably not that long ago. She remembered being ashamed of her weight and how she must look. She remembered spending too much of her precious non-working time speed-walking on a treadmill she’d never liked, only to wind up crying if she stared at herself too long in the mirror. It wasn’t as if she had magically lost all that excess weight. She wasn’t sure she’d lost any, even. For as much cardio as she did in her newly improved life, she was also far more spoiled, and it seemed to have worked into a balance.
Yet, despite that, she felt better. Stronger, prouder, prettier, even.
“Everything okay, angel?” Romeo asked, tipping his head to whisper in her ear.
Grace squeezed his hand and smiled up at him. She had wanted a family that she could love and would love her in return more than anything in the world, for as long as she could remember. It was the one thing that had eluded her until she’d surrendered to the man she had thought to be off-limits. Tears sprang to her eyes, tears she happily blamed on increasing hormones, and she said, “Better than okay. Everything is wonderful.”
The End…