Epilogue #3
“Tell me the whole story of how this came about,” he says when we’ve finally worn ourselves out hours after we arrived. “Leave nothing out. I want every detail.”
And so I tell him, beginning with the conversation I had with Angela and Tracy, who also said she was going to do it before she chickened out, and culminating with Joanna’s visit.
He starts laughing at the part where the agent knocks on the door to check on me all the way through to the part where I have to roll my ass up to let her do down there.
“Let me see,” he says, his sexy hazel eyes heating with desire. How there can be any left after what we just did is beyond me, but he never runs out of desire for me or me for him. And after a year of marriage, I’m convinced that we’ll never stop feeling that way about each other.
“I’m not doing that demonstration. No way.”
“Please? Pretty please?”
“Oh my God, you can’t be serious. You do not want to see that.”
“I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Ever.”
I know he’s playing and he’s lying, but he’s so damned sexy and cute that there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for him, which of course he knows. The bastard. But because I love that bastard more than anything, I bring my knees to my chest and show him the full extent of my Brazilian.
He shocks the living hell out of me by licking me there.
That’s all it takes to make me forget I came four times in two hours. I want more. “Nick.”
“What baby?” he says this while continuing to set me on fire with his tongue and his hands on my ass, holding me open.
This is crazy, even for us. “You know that thing we keep saying we’re going to do someday?”
“Hmmm. Am I in the right neighborhood?” He uses his thumb on my clit and I nearly explode before he backs off.
“Yes.”
“What about it?”
“I want to.”
“Why do you want to?” He continues to lick and stroke and feed the flames while I try to stay still and not scream my head off from what he’s doing to me.
“You know why!”
“Because I’ve done that before but not with you.”
“Yes!”
“That’s not a good reason for us to do it, babe.”
“Then how about this? I want everything with you. I don’t want there to be anything we haven’t done together.” A sound that’s a cross between a moan and a sob erupts from my chest. “Please, Nick. Don’t say no to me.”
“As if I ever could.” He withdraws from me and I want to cry from the loss of his touch, his body heat and the familiar scent of home he brings with him. I hear him rustling around in the box of sexy stuff he gave me for an anniversary gift.
“What’re you doing?” My legs are trembling in anticipation of what’s about to happen. I’m not sure I’ll like it, but I know for sure I want to try.
“Getting what we need.” He holds up a bottle of intimate lubricant.
We’re doing this. I swallow hard. I can feel my heart racing, and I have to remind myself to breathe.
“You have to relax, babe, or it won’t feel good at all.”
“I’m trying.”
“Close your eyes and focus on breathing. I want to make it good for you.” As he says this, I feel his fingers back there, rubbing in circles that spark a new wave of desire.
I never knew that would turn me on until he did it.
But we’ve never gone any further than a finger or two.
This is a whole new ballgame. “That’s it. Relax. Nice and easy.”
He slides one finger into me, and I gasp from the pressure and the pleasure. I’m always surprised by how much I like when he does that and how hot it makes me. This time is no different, especially when he leans forward and draws my clit into the heat of his mouth.
My body tightens in response to the dual assault on my senses.
I can’t decide where I should focus—on what he’s doing to me with his mouth or the finger that’s sliding in and out of my ass.
Dear God. Before this man and this love, I never would’ve considered what we’re about to do. But with him… With him, I want it all.
He adds a second finger, and suddenly the slide is not as comfortable as it was before. In addition to the pleasure, there’s also a sharp bite of pain.
“Keep breathing, babe. Try to relax and let me in. Push back like you’re trying to get me out. That’ll help.”
I can tell by the gruff tone of his voice that he’s loving this, and that’s all I need to know to follow his directions.
I want to give him this. I want to be everything he’s ever needed and then some.
He’d tell me I already am. I want to give him more.
I push back and find that he’s right, it does help, so I do it again and again.
“Ah, God, Sam…”
I love the desperation I hear in his voice, and I relax ever so slightly, knowing how much he loves me and how he’d never hurt me. He’d rather die than hurt me.
“That’s it, babe. Relax and let go. Just feel.”
He withdraws his fingers, and I feel the press of something much bigger and harder against my opening.
My first impulse is to fight him, but then I remember how good it felt when I pushed back to let him in.
So I do that now, and he groans as the head breaches the tight ring of muscles.
I’m not going to lie. It hurts like hell, but he’s promised me it’ll be good, so I focus on the pressure rather than the pain as he enters me in small increments.
“Talk to me,” he says, sounding as breathless as I feel. “Are you okay?”
I can’t think, let alone form words, so I nod and wrap my arms around him to keep him close to me while we do this. We’re doing it. While it still hurts—a lot—there’s also something else, a tingle of pleasure that has my clit standing up to take notice of what’s going on.
Nick seems to know that, and reaches down to coax me there, caressing the tight knot of nerves as he continues to press deeper into me. “Almost there, babe. You’ve almost got all of me.”
I groan because I can’t imagine there could be more. The pressure is insane, but so too is the pleasure now that my body has decided to let him in.
Intense. That’s the only word I can seem to find to describe the pressure and the fierce way he watches over me as he begins to move in me.
OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod… It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. I’m so full and climbing toward something that’s all new as I move with him, meeting him stroke for stroke.
“God, Sam,” he mutters, his face buried in my hair and his lips soft against my neck.
“Faster,” I whisper, aware that he’s going easy on me.
Raising his head, he looks down at me, taking a close look to make sure I’m okay.
“I’m fine. I love it. I want… more.”
I’ll never forget the growl that seems to come from his very soul. His fingers dig into my ass as he picks up the pace, pounding into me in a desperate race to a finish I don’t see coming until it’s upon us, wilder and darker than anything has ever been, even with him.
It’s a free fall, a spiral, a descent into temporary madness, and it leaves us both reeling and gasping for breath in the aftermath.
“Holy fuck,” he says, summing things up rather perfectly. “Samantha… God, babe.”
My beautiful, sexy, articulate husband has been rendered speechless, and I’ve never been more pleased with myself than I am in this moment. I feel closer to him than I ever have before, and I never want this feeling to end.
We hold each other for a long time before he begins to withdraw from me, and I discover that’s nearly as challenging as the entry was. When he slides free of me, he gazes down at me with those eyes that see me in a way that no one else ever has. “Good?”
I smile up at him. “You have to ask?”
“Just making sure. No regrets?”
“Not one single regret.”
“We’ll see if you still feel that way tomorrow.”
“I’ll always feel that way. It was incredible, and I wish we’d done that a long time ago.”
“Right when I think you’ve surprised me every way a man can possible be surprised, you go and top yourself twice over.”
“I like to keep you guessing.”
“You do,” he says with a laugh that lights up his handsome face.
At times like this, I still can’t believe that I get to spend the rest of my life with this magnificent man, that I get to sleep with him and laugh with him and make crazy wild love with him. Forever.
I reach up to caress that face that has become the most important thing in my life. Nick and Scotty are everything to me. “Happy anniversary.”
“Same to you, my love.” He kisses me softly. “Here’s to many more.”
“To many, many, many more.”
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