Epilogue 2
STELLA
Two years later…
Our wedding was simple, carefree and so full of love that I thought my face would crack from my everlasting smile.
I was wrapped in Curtis’ arms, my back to his front, both of us looking out over the beach as our boys played in the shallow waves, their suits destroyed by sand and salt.
The ceremony had been lowkey and private, with only our nearest and dearest in attendance. Eli stood by my side, and Logan was by Curtis’. Phoenix was the ring bearer, and our dads sat as witnesses. Even Daisy made the effort to attend, although she had been acting a little weird the whole day.
However, that was nothing in comparison to my youngest. It took exactly two minutes after we both said “I do” for Phoenix to go sprinting down the shore, only to be taken out by a rogue wave.
You’d think it couldn’t get any worse—except my dad tried to save him, which meant that he got dragged in too.
They both came out of the water completely drenched. Phoenix was positively gleaming, whilst Dad looked like he regretted not letting him drown.
Joyous laughter soon followed, which set the night up for the perfect celebration. Dinner and drinks shared on a private beachfront, accompanied by our closest people.
We had everything we needed right there, in front of us.
As the sun set in the distance, Curtis rested his chin on my shoulder, nuzzling into the base of my neck. “Happy, wife?”
“Deliriously happy, husband.” I smiled, tilting my head to give him more access.
He obliged, licking and nibbling across my shoulder, leaving a blazing trail of heat behind. “As much as I love our blended family… I’ve been going insane all day… consumed with the need to peel you out of this dress…”
Curtis sucked on my carotid, my heartbeat racing beneath his lips. I couldn’t help but whimper.
“Dusk is here. I think that means we can definitely retire, right? They won’t be disappointed?”
“Who gives a fuck.” Curtis growled. “I need my wife.”
Oh. My. God.
I was suddenly desperate to be alone with my husband. I needed him too. So much.
“Boys!” I screeched, stepping out of Curtis’ intoxicating hold. “Your dad and I are going to bed now. It’s been a long day, and we’re tired.”
Daisy, who was nearby, whispering with my dad, let loose a snigger. “Mm, I hope you stretched, Stella. Otherwise, you really will be tired with all those extracurricular activities—”
My dad cut off her words by placing a hand over her mouth. Daisy winked, and I rolled my eyes.
“We’ve got the boys covered,” Dad said, before approaching and kissing me on the cheek.
Everyone else soon followed, the boys sharing cuddles with us, while the adults gave their final congratulations.
Soon enough, Curtis and I were finally alone in our beach house villa. I stood in front of the wide windows, staring out at the beautiful water, letting the crash of the waves lull me into a place of peace.
I felt Curtis approach from behind, his fingers tracing up and down my arms.
“You’re finally mine, Mrs Wright.”
“Yours. Forever,” I said, turning to face him.
My head tilted back, my gaze locked with his to let him see to the very depths of me.
The past two years had been a fresh breath of love and light. Curtis and I were closer than ever. Eli and Phoenix absolutely adored the new additions and were ecstatic to have another brother and father figure in their life.
Felix and I remained cordial and civil in our interactions. After our divorce, we had understandably distanced ourselves. He held no standing in my life anymore, besides being the father of my children. And I had to admit he had stepped up in that role.
My ex-husband worked hard on himself, and now had a great relationship with our sons, and I could never resent him for that.
Sometimes, when I’d catch him at drop offs or call to discuss the boys, I could sense the latent longing, could hear the subtle yearning in his voice. Yet that never swayed me.
I respected him as a father, and nothing more. He was my past, and now I was finally regaining a happy and bright future.
Although hard at times, our blended family was thriving, and I was deliriously happy with how my life had turned out.
Staring at my husband, I placed my hands on the centre of his chest, searching for his heart. And he raised his hands to bracket my face, his thumbs tracing over my cheeks in reverence.
“I’ve known you nearly my entire life, Stells. And I’ve never seen you more beautiful than you were today.”
“Because I’m officially yours?”
“That’s right.”
“You know, you’re mine too,” I teased.
“Always have been, baby,” he said before he lowered his lips to capture mine.
Our kiss was unhurried, slow and provocative, as if our souls were connecting through the simple form of touch.
Curtis led me backwards to the bed before he leisurely stripped me out of the soft satin wedding dress.
As soon as I was bare in front of him, his eyes couldn’t seem to rest on one spot. I took advantage of his distraction, choosing to remove his clothes in turn.
My husband was tanned, firm and beautiful. I couldn’t help roaming my hands all over, staking claim on what now officially belonged to me.
However, when my fingers skimmed against his throbbing length, Curtis captured my hands in his before stealing my mouth in a scathing kiss.
“On the bed, baby. I need you open for me. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
I was so keyed up that I followed his instruction to a tee. Aligning myself in the middle of the massive bed, I bit into my lip as I parted my thighs, my fingertips tracing down my neck, skimming over my breasts, to lower down my stomach…
All coherent thought vanished as Curtis crawled towards me, his eyes penetrating my weeping core as if he was transfixed. “I’m hungry, wife. You going to feed me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, luxuriating under his weight that settled between my legs.
His fingers rose on either side of my pussy to stretch and open me all the way up for his appraisal. Then he blew over my sensitive clit, the cool pressure causing shivers to cascade through my body.
“Oh my—”
Curtis traced a slow finger down my slit to circle around my dripping wet centre. “Mm. Is this all for me?”
“You know it is,” I huffed, my chest heaving.
“You greedy for me, baby?”
“Always. I need you, husband… Please.”
“I’ve got you, always got you,” he said before he sealed his mouth over me.
I didn’t last long, never could with him. Curtis worshipped my body with the finesse of fine-tuning an instrument.
He knew my tells, my wants, my weaknesses. And in doing so, he always managed to wring out every last drop of pleasure from my wilful body.
As I came down from my second orgasm he coerced out of me with his tongue, my eyes flitted open to Curtis rising above me.
“There you are, my love” I said, lifting my hands to settle around his neck, my gaze boring into his.
He lowered his weight on top of me, his front aligning to mine so perfectly that my thighs automatically wrapped around his waist to pull him in closer.
I wanted him connected to me in every way—mind, body and soul. Until there was no way we could ever be parted again.
I confessed the same in murmured words, the declaration rushed and true as I voiced my desires out loud.
“Is that what you want, Stella Wright? All of me?”
“Yes. As you have all of me.”
“I love you,” he said before he pressed his cock past my aching entrance, tenderly giving me inch by glorious inch so I could feel the slow intensity of his claim.
We made love. Deep, meaningful and euphoric.
And when I couldn’t take any more of his torture, I finally broke apart, my inner walls convulsing around his cock, desperately calling for his undoing in return.
“Come for me, husband. I want you inside me. Always.”
Curtis groaned and shuddered above me, his release filling me up with everything I ever wanted.
“I love you,” I said, my lips sealing against his with the promise of forever.