Epilogue V
Sydney & Colin
Next May
Colin
Sydney’s plump flesh smacks against my thighs as her core tightens around my cock, thrusting deep inside her in the grey hours of the morning. My alarm isn’t due for fifteen more minutes, and the twins are still freaking asleep. It’s a morning miracle.
“Mmm, that’s right. I felt that squeeze.
” I groan, knowing she’s getting close. She’s been having a hard time getting out of mom-mode lately, getting out of her head, so it makes me feverishly feral when I start feeling those little squeezes.
She presses her face into the pillow, moaning hard and testing my resolve when I feel her push back into my thrusts.
“Touch yourself, princess, and help me out.” I feel her fingers slicking around where we’re joined, and groan low, enjoying how she smoothes them over my swinging balls before she begins helping herself.
That almost does me in as much as another tight squeeze when her clit is brought into play.
I wish I could take away her pillow to enjoy the sound of her moans better, but seeing her muffle them is also an aphrodisiac in itself, knowing she’s so into this that she has to muffle them.
I increase my depth and strength of the thrust, and her body goes rigid, shocked and giving me that first warning clamp.
“Oh, yes, let go for me, Sydney.”
Another flutter, a tiny whimper. Wait, that whimper was from the monitor. Shit, no, no, no, no!
Sydney groans, half frustrated and half ‘I’m-gonna-come-I’m-so-close’, and I reach and grab the monitor, smothering it in the blanket. I need thirty seconds, people.
“Was that?”
“Don’t you dare let that orgasm go. I want it, Sydney,” I growl, loving how she surrenders and clamps back around me, back in the moment with me.
“That’s it. Oh, fuck, that’s it.” I give her my best gravel, knowing my deep timbre and filthy-talk will push her over that edge faster than anything else.
Her back arches, and she pushes back hard, her body suspending on the brink of release, and I respond, my cock jerking and hardening, ready to explode right with her.
Her flutters begin, and my eyes roll back just as her hips go wild, and she cries into the pillow as I praise her, smoothing my hand over her back as she writhes against me, wrenching every drop of my essence from my body.
That was so needed. I have no words left.
A small cry comes through the monitor as expected, and a forced breath punches from my lungs. I bend to kiss her back as I disengage from her body.
“I love you. I’ve got him.” I know if Carter’s up, then Wrenley is likely waiting, bright-eyed and ready for the day. I throw on a tee and some sleep pants lying on the chair next to the French doors before winking at my lady and striding down the hall.