Epilogue
epilogue
One Year Later
“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy,” Hailey purrs from where she’s spread out on top of our bed. My mouth drops open at the sight of her. She’s wearing a familiar baby blue lacy bra with matching G-string panties. For a moment, I’m frozen, my eyes roaming her perfect body.
My mind conjures up the photo of her on the hookup app, her sexy body on display for me to dream about. It feels like a lifetime ago that I swiped right on her, that we shared our first night together in the hotel room. How it’s only been a year is beyond me.
Hailey’s breasts are much fuller now, bursting from the tops of the cups of her bra. Her hips flare out slightly more, her thighs thicker. Pregnancy changed her body in the best, most alluring, seductive way. Hailey had some complications during birth that resulted in a longer healing time. We haven’t had intercourse in almost three months, and I can’t wait to get my hands on her right now.
“Honey . . . you look so fucking sexy. But you’re playing with fire here.” I run my palm against the thick pipe lying heavy against my leg behind my sweatpants. My cock always aching for my beautiful girl.
“I need you, Graham. I need you to take what you need, what we both want. Please .”
Ripping off my clothes as quickly as possible, I crawl over my girl, gently laying myself on top and cradling her head between my palms.
“Tell me you’re healed, tell me it’s okay. I don’t— I can’t —hurt you.”
“I was cleared last week. The doctor said there were no more restrictions. It may feel like I’m losing my virginity all over again, but it’ll be worth it. I need you. It’s been too long.”
My eyebrows shoot upward, her words surprising me. My dick bucks against her thigh, precum already leaking from the tip. Fuck if I don’t want to get inside her. But for the first time since we started sleeping together over a year ago, we need to be careful. Especially because we decided to only have one child together, wanting to raise a small family of just the four of us.
“I don’t have a condom, honey. I didn’t know?—”
“Shh. I’m not using a condom with you, Graham. There’s no way.” I arch a brow at her, confused. I’m not gambling with the pill. Not after the surprise pregnancy and delivery she had. “I had an IUD put in at my appointment. I wanted to surprise you. My doctor said to give it a week before I had unprotected sex. It’s good for ten years.”
While I wish she had told me because I love to be involved, her surprise lifts the concern about having sex without condoms, even though nothing is ever one hundred percent—as we well learned—it still makes me feel better.
“Oh fuck yes, baby. You’re so goddamn perfect. I just want us to be safe.”
“We are. Now let me feel you inside me, daddy,” she whispers with a playful smile toying at her lips.
I don’t waste any more time, capturing those perfectly soft lips with my mouth, kissing her, claiming her as mine all over again. I glance at the baby monitor resting next to us on the bedside table and say a quick prayer that Micah stays asleep so that I can take care of my beautiful woman.
Kissing down her chest, I pull at the delicate blue lace covering her breasts and lap at her nipples. Hands thread into my hair, pulling me close to her. Losing myself, I suck gently, getting a mouthful of her sweet breast milk, moaning around her stiff bud.
“Mmm. Fuck, you taste so damn good, honey.”
“You like that, Graham?” Her hips are undulating beneath me, rising and falling while I devour her full breasts. I repeat the process on the other side. While we haven’t been able to have sex, our drives are still very high, and we’ve gotten creative with the other acts we can do to get each other off.
While she was in the late stages of her pregnancy, I lost myself lapping at her breasts, trying to make her come just from that stimulation, quickly realizing that I fucking love her pregnant, life-giving body, including coaxing breastmilk from her full tits.
Everything about her calls to me, in every stage, in every way. She’s fucking perfect. I will take Hailey in any way, anywhere, anytime. Nothing could deter me, in fact, as she changes, I just fall harder.
I work my way down her sexy body, kissing over her soft tummy, not an ounce of self-consciousness from her, which is so fucking sexy on its own. I love how she’s embraced her new curves, how proud of her body she is for what it created for us.
Her legs spread of their own accord, knowing exactly where I’m heading—my favorite activity—licking her sweet pussy.
I drop open-mouthed kisses to her sex, licking over her puffy lips before using my thumbs to spread her wide. I take a moment to appreciate the sight in front of me. Her pretty, pink, glistening pussy, a pussy that’s all fucking mine. With the flat of my tongue, I lap up her center, gathering the leaking arousal from her hole and bringing it up to her clit. She tastes so damn sweet, like all she eats is the finest fruit. I could live down here if she’d let me, but that baby monitor is at the back of my mind, reminding me that if we want me inside her, I need to move this show forward.
I lap at her clit, pressing a finger into her channel to stretch her slightly before having to take my dick.
“Shit, honey, you’re so tight.”
“Mmm. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I flick her clit with my tongue repeatedly, gently pressing my middle finger into her heat, finding that sweet spot. My hand rotates, allowing my finger to move in a come-hither motion toward her belly. She explodes, and I lick her through it until she’s pushing against my head to get me to stop.
“I want more, honey.”
“I need you inside me, please, it’s been so long.”
“You want daddy’s dick?” I say, trying something new.
Her eyes go wide before flashing with heat. Oh, fuck, she likes that.
“Yes, I want daddy’s big dick to fill me. Please?”
Shit, that’ll do it. I laugh lightly before I climb up her smooth body, gathering her wrists together above her head with one hand, and line up my cock with her dripping center. I gauge her eyes, watching her reaction to make sure I don’t hurt her. The resistance is strong, her pussy much tighter than I was expecting, and I have to slowly work myself into her channel.
Hailey’s innocent whiskey eyes look up at me with so much trust and love that my heart nearly breaks from the flood of emotion. I make love to her slowly, sinking into her unhurried, a slow rock of my hips, taking my time to wind us both up until we fall off that cliff together, holding each other close, her breasts pressed firmly against my chest, her head framed in my hands, arms wrapped around my waist. She’s everything.
“I love you, Hails.”
“I love you, Graham.”