Epilogue
Sadie
“Married twice before I’m even twenty. That is definitely the wildest thing I think I have ever done.” I play with the lace of my wedding dress. We are in the back of the limo on our way to the reception.
The feeling is similar to two kids falling in love. Maybe that was the thrill when we first met: finding that love that everyone tells you you’re too young for. The kind that you will fight the world for.
“No, I think it was the time we got married after a month.” I smile, kissing his cheek. He looks dapper, as handsome as ever in his Frank Sinatra–style suit with his hair slicked back. I decided on a tight-fitting mermaid-style dress. The lining is nude, and the white lace overlay hugs me, showing off my five-months-pregnant belly.
Ben’s hands haven’t left me all day, even holding me tight to his side during the ceremony with his hand glued to my bump.
“You know, I was thinking about what we could name her.” I place my hand over his and watch his profile. He is staring down at our joined hands over the bump.
“Oh?” We found out we’re having a little girl last month, and we haven’t been able to think of a name, but as we said our vows, the perfect name came to me.
“You know how you are always telling me that she is the greatest song you ever wrote?”
“Yes,” he says.
“And your mama’s name was Grace, and her favorite song was ‘Amazing Grace’?”
“Yes?” He laughs, nodding his head, waiting for me to spit it out.
I giggle and shoot the driver a wink, and he lifts the divider between the back of the limo and the front.
“Call me cheesy, but I think Melody should be her first name because she is our greatest melody, and Grace should be her middle name for your mama. Melody Grace Cooper.”
His jaw relaxes and tightens repeatedly, an attempt to hold back tears, I’m sure. Finally, he relaxes and smiles, his brows drawing in softly. He doesn’t have to say what he’s thinking because I can feel it; so can our little girl as she kicks in my belly.
“Oh, Sadie, you’re going to fucking destroy me,” he growls, leaning in and ravishing my mouth. His hand leaves my stomach and travels up to my breast. I moan into his sensual kiss.
His hand reaches up to the speaker button that connects to the front. Pushing it, he speaks. “Take us to the hotel. I need a minute.” The driver responds, but we ignore it, going back to kissing, not caring if we miss the first half of the reception. It feels more urgent to be alone with one another than to be in a room full of people.
The driver gets us to the hotel and parks, and we run inside. It’s just like us to act like this. We’re young, crazy, reckless, and in love, and even when we’re old and gray, I’ll still feel this way.
“Help me remove this dress before I rip it off of you,” he growls the second we enter the room. His words send a shiver of arousal through my entire body. Lifting my hair up, I turn my back to him and show him my zipper. With steady hands, he unzips me in one quick swoop, and my dress loosens. I drop my hands, and it slides off my shoulders, over my bump, and down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my sheer white thong and my lacy white bra.
I turn to face him, and he looks me over, spending time on each part of my body like it’s a work of art, because to Ben it is.
“You dirty little girl, putting those nipples on display for me.”
“Yes.” He tweaks my peaks over the fabric, and I whisper a moan.
“Say it, say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Ben, oh!”
“Yes, you are, pretty baby. Now how about you let me have that delicious cunt so I can get my cock nice and wet to fuck that ass.” His words stun me. An excited thrill races up my spine. We’ve never gone that far before.
I put on a show for him, loving everything about this moment—renewed love, a bright future, and heated passion all making the perfect moment on the most perfect day.
“Why don’t you take me like this? I know you like it, baby.” I climb on the bed on all fours, thrusting my ass up and out like he likes it. My engorged clit is touching the fabric of my thong.
“Fucking dirty girl, you want it bad today.”
“So bad.” We had a really busy week, and I purposely held off on sex so we would both be begging for it today. That didn’t stop me from teasing him over the past week, though, so we’re both ready and practically salivating for it.
Without another word, he rips my panties from me, and the harsh burn on my skin feels more pleasurable than painful. With a slap on my ass, he thrusts into me, sheathing me fully on his hard cock. I feel every inch, skin on skin, every thick vein gliding against my tight center. I scream out, my body thrusting forward, and he growls, making no attempt at moving until I’ve adjusted.
“So fucking tight. I love being inside you.”
“I love it too. You own me, you know that.” He groans out a yes, gripping my breast. I lay my hand over his.
My veins are alive with smoldering heat, and my stomach is coiled and heavy. I’m ready to come, and my legs and arms are a quivering mess as I try to keep myself up.
He’s slow but deliberate with his movements, sliding out slow then pounding so deep.
“I want you on top. Come here, baby.” He drags out a few more thrusts, both of us feeling that pull that we don’t want to stop. Finally he moves us, him lying on the bed and me over his hips.
Grabbing his base, he lines me up with his cock and helps me down. I practically yelp at the new angle, my core overly sensitive from our last position. Roaming his hands over my thighs, he tilts his head, keeping his lip between his teeth while he looks me over from my breasts to my face, then to where we are connected.
The look he gives me sets me ablaze, and I become unhinged, going wild. I begin to buck, rising and falling fast. He leans up for a brief second and unhooks my bra with little effort, and I remove it without stopping.
“You are so goddamn beautiful. Ride me harder, angel, let me see your body.”
“Oh!” His words spur me on, and I do exactly as he asks, using all the strength I have in my legs to help me move.
“Fuck, come on my dick, baby—come on. Let go and get me wet.” Throwing my head back, I scream and let go, feeling my orgasm rippling through me like a riptide.
Pulling my eyes back to him, I watch as my juices pour out onto that triangular patch of smooth skin.
“Just like that, fuck, oh fuck!” I feel him expand, and I tighten down on him, squeezing him like a glove as he loses himself, exploding rope after rope of hot come.
“Yes, Ben, come for me!” I scream, chasing a second orgasm, my chest shuddering as my body shakes with ecstasy, and we both twitch.
We come down, still connected with him inside me, but now we’re sitting up chest to chest with our foreheads touching. His hands roam my back lazily, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. My hands tangle in his hair at the back of his neck.
“Say them to me again, say your vows,” I whisper into the tiny space between us.
Smiling up at me, he doesn’t miss a beat.
“I will always be the man that you deserve. I’ll never run from you and always trust in you. I will take solace and shelter in the home of love that you built for me when I needed it most. I will forever worship you like my own saint, and when the time comes, I will worship our daughter and remember how hard we worked to get here. I will spend forever loving you as you have loved me, Sadie Jay Cooper.”
With a lone tear on my cheek, I listen as those words echo in the quiet of the room. I hold them close to my heart and remember them like a beautiful poem told by the greatest poet of all time.
“I love you, Ben Cooper.”