Epilogue - Three Months Later #2
He shut the door firmly behind him. With care, he untied his boots, leaving them on the mat by the door.
Prowling around the living area, he began to strip as he turned off lights and closed curtains.
Each piece of clothing he removed was tossed to the floor.
Sometimes it landed on top of an article of clothing Daleyza had dropped.
Other times it draped across a piece of furniture.
He liked the look of it. The mess. It was a metaphor for their lives.
Sometimes they were in sync. Sometimes they weren’t.
But together, it was their beautiful, tangled mess.
When he arrived in the bedroom, he was completely naked, and so was she.
Poised on all fours at the edge of the bed, she waited for him.
He loved this position with her. It allowed him to grip her waist and admire her hourglass shape.
When she got sassy with him, it was much easier to spank her ass back into submission.
He also knew how hot it got her. He could reach deeper inside her this way, teasing all those places that made her lose her mind.
Her full breasts would drag back and forth along the sheets, causing her nipples to become highly sensitized, and the waves of pleasure would travel straight to her clit, causing it to pulse in time with each thrust of his cock.
But even more than that, she loved this position because he had easier access to whichever hole he wanted to fuck.
“Belleza,” he moaned. “What you do to me.”
He came up behind her, dropped to his knees, and drove his tongue into her pussy with no warm-up.
His hands reached around her thighs, his fingers pulling her lower lips apart from the front, as well as pulling back the protective hood around her clit, allowing the cool air to shock it.
His tongue tapped at the bundle of nerves, then stroked flatly against it until she was whining at the sudden pleasure.
Her thighs began to tremble, signaling she was approaching a climax, so he dragged his tongue back through her folds.
Upon reaching the entrance to her channel, he stiffened the muscle and drove it inside as far as he could, his lips pressed as tightly to her flesh as they could be.
He sucked hard, creating a vacuum, and that’s when her trembling became shaking.
Releasing her flesh with a pop, he raised his right hand and delivered a stinging slap to her ass cheek. She gasped, then moaned as he massaged the heat he created with his palm as it spread across her skin. “You come when I say. Not before. Tell me,” he commanded.
“When you say, Fanso,” she repeated.
“Buena chica,” he praised. “Tits to the bed. Head to the side. You need to keep your balance.”
He spread her folds open again and returned to stroking her pussy with his tongue, circling around her clit, sliding between her outer and inner lips, teasing her opening, never following a set pattern. When she began to shake, he backed off. A nip
to her inner thigh. A tap to her ass cheek. Once she settled, he started all over again.
“Did you win the bet, belleza?” he taunted. “Did you tell them how much I love to eat this pussy? That I thrive on the scent of you. The taste of you. That I edge you until you break, then put you back together with my cock?”
Her only answer was a wail because he’d already driven his tongue back inside her, his fingers alternating between rubbing circles over her clit and tapping it.
When she began to whimper with need, her mouth murmuring to him in Spanish, begging to let her come, he knew she was getting close to her breaking point.
He backed off once more, but this time he dragged one hand through the wetness, a mix of his saliva and her essence sliding down her thighs, then brought it to her rear entrance.
“Did you also tell them that before I fill you with my dick, I make sure that you come with my fingers in your cunt and your ass?” Back and forth, he pulled their combined fluids from her core to her back entrance.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Smack!
His hand delivered a stinging blow to her ass once again, then circled the offended area to soothe the sting.
“Bad girl for sharing our secrets.” He wasn’t really mad.
He knew the women shared what happened between them and their men.
It actually made him happy that she’d felt comfortable enough to engage in their gossiping because Daleyza, being a cartel princess, would never have had close girlfriends.
Being the only daughter, she hadn’t even had sisters to share with.
She’d been sheltered on all sides until he’d become her husband.
The hand that played between her legs became firmer.
The thumb slipped inside her cunt to massage her top wall, and his fingers renewed their attack on her clit, varying his speed and pressure based on her cues.
His other hand gathered some of her honey that dripped from her core, and making sure his thumb was fully slicked, he dragged it once again to her rear entrance.
After circling her hole several times, he slid it in, slowly thrusting inside the tight passage.
“Fanso,” she begged.
“What, belleza?” He kissed one ass cheek, then the other, his thumbs moving in opposite directions to each other, as if she took two lovers inside her at once, his fingers still brushing against her nub, pushing her higher and higher. “Do you need to come?”
“Please.” It was all she could manage based on the desperation in her pants and mewls.
“If I let you come, will you scream for me? Will you shake this building to its very foundations?”
She whimpered.
“Answer me, Leeza.”
“Yes, Fanso.”
He stopped all movement. “You know what to do then, don’t you?”
“Make me come, Fanso.”
He drove the thumb in her ass deeper and slid out the thumb buried in her pussy before latching his mouth to her in its place.
Her hips bucked as she screamed to God for mercy.
Continuing to push her through a powerful climax, his mouth caught all her fluids as they squirted from her, reveling in her abandon.
His heart felt like it expanded with love. Gloriosa!
When her body stopped moving, and he felt the first sporadic jerk of oversensitive nerves shying away from his touch, he withdrew from her.
Hands back on her hips, he eased her lower half down to the bed, then slid her further toward the center.
Standing slowly, his knees protesting from spending so long on the hardwood floor, he leaned toward the headboard and snagged a pillow.
With tender care, he slid a hand beneath her throat and lifted her head to lay it on the pillow.
“I’ll be back,” he whispered to her.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to wash his hands and face, he grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water.
When he returned to her side, he smoothed the soft material over the insides of her thighs and her core, being careful not to abrade the soft skin in the creases.
Then he folded it over and gently passed it between her cheeks.
Pulling her long hair away from her neck, he fanned it out behind her on the pillow.
A kiss to her temple, one to the back of her neck, then a series of soft brushes of his lips down each vertebra of her spine.
He finished his voiceless praise by holding his lips to the small of her back for several seconds.
He returned to the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth before wringing it out and draping it over the faucet.
Standing in the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom, he allowed his eyes to devour his blissed-out wife, teetering on the edge of sleep.
He fisted his cock, fully erect and aching for her.
Stroking himself, he crossed behind her and knelt between her splayed thighs.
He lowered himself so his cock rested in the valley between her cheeks.
His palms went to the mattress beside her shoulders, and he shuttled back and forth until she rolled her hips slightly.
Without speaking, he slid all the way away from her skin, then lowered his hips and thrust up into her silky heat.
She moaned and pushed back to meet him. As he bottomed out within her, he swiveled his hips to make sure he created friction against her clit.
Despite the hiss from it still being sensitive from his touch earlier, she met him stroke for stroke, grind for grind against each other, as he slowly drove her back toward her tipping point.
A soft, surprised cry fell from her lips as her walls rippled and clenched around him, and as he spilled his cum into her.
When he finished, he remained inside her, but slid to her side, pulling her tightly against him.
“Te amo, Leeza.” He pressed his lips to her shoulder, leaving them there against the slightly damp skin.
Wiggling back against him as if trying to crawl into him further, she sighed. Her hands rested on top of the arms clasped around her waist, her thumbs stroking back and forth across the skin. “Yo también te amo, Fanso.”
Afterward, they lay there for a long time. He didn’t care how long it was. Holding her like this—her breathing slow and even—was a gift he thought he’d never receive again.
He didn’t think she was sleeping. Just thinking.
“Thank you for coming for me.”
He kissed the crown of her head. “It was never a question of would I or wouldn’t I, belleza. You mean everything to me. Always and forever. Never doubt it, no matter what.”
Her fingertips brushed back and forth across his abdomen as they lay in silence.
Her voice, when it came again minutes later, was shy. “Do I still get whatever I ask for when we’re in bed?”
Grinning, he agreed. “That is the rule, isn’t it? However, I think I would pretty much give you whatever you wanted, no matter where we were when you asked for it.”
There was the briefest of pauses before she whispered, “I want to name our daughter Reina.”
She lifted her head from his chest to look him directly in the eye.
“Bit early to be picking names, isn’t it? You’d need to be pregnant—”
He stopped, then laid a hand flat on her belly and stared there in wonder. He just got her back in his life. How was he supposed to feel about this?
Estúpido. He knew exactly how he felt.
When he looked up at her, her expression was blank, but her smile exploded across her face when she saw the joy in his eyes.
“I’m glad you’re happy about it. We didn’t use protection any of the times we’ve been together, but I wasn’t sure it was really what you wanted.”
Laughing, he rolled over to settle between her thighs. “Demon’s in a lot of trouble for keeping this from me, isn’t he? You know it’s a girl?”
“Yes. I need an ultrasound to confirm it, but in my heart I know it’s right. He told me the morning you left, in case I wanted to tell you beforehand. I asked him to keep it to himself until you all got back. He didn’t even tell Cherry.”
Seaming his lips to hers, he kissed her long and tenderly. “Reina is a beautiful name,” he assured her. “I approve.”
As they kissed again, his arms tightened around her.
This. The last ten years of loneliness and pain were worth it to be here now.
His friends. Their women. Their children.
Daleyza at his side once again. In a few months, a daughter.
Freedom from their past. Pure joy for the first time in his life.
He would hold onto it tightly with both hands for the rest of his life.