Epilogue
Five days later…
Water cascaded down Range’s back. Suds washed away like the worries of her world. I’d questioned what completion must’ve felt like so many times before.
This moment…
This moment was it.
For me.
Slow melodies played on the surround sound in the bedroom. The lights above us were dimmed to the lowest setting possible. There was a quietness, a connectedness, between us that brought me indescribable comfort.
Confidently, I understood who the woman in front of me was. And, until my last breath, I’d love her as if she could never be loved by another human. I’d love her relentlessly. I’d love her wholeheartedly. I’d love her loudly. I’d love her into oblivion.
And if anything happened to her on my watch, the state of Huffington wouldn’t be able to withstand my wrath. I’d only known Range for five months, but it felt like four lifetimes. There wasn’t a line I wouldn’t cross for her. For her, I was boundless.
Overcome with gratitude, I allowed the sponge to fall onto the floor. I wrapped my arms around Range. My hands embraced the curve of her stomach. She leaned back, placing her head on my shoulder. Together, we swayed.
Side to side.
I closed my eyes, breath hiking in my chest. Contentment fulfilled me. Though close, I wished I were closer.
In her skin.
In her head.
In her chest.
I wanted to know how her brain worked. How fast and how slow her heart beats. How well her skin barriers were working.
I kissed her ear. Then, her neck. My nostrils swelled with emotions.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for the goodness that would come from my incarceration.
I’d lay down and do that little time again if it would land me right here.
With her. Holding our precious children in my hands as she nursed them in her womb.
“I love you,” Range whispered.
My chest caved. My tears disguised themselves with the water on her back. I didn’t have the strength to respond. But she knew. She’d always know. I’d make sure it was never a question if I loved her. All of her.
Good.
Bad.
Better.
Thirty minutes elapsed before we mustered the strength to emerge from the shower. Time was of the essence. I didn’t have much time to spare. I wrapped Range like a long burrito and headed into the bedroom we shared.
Once she was comfortable on the bed, I grabbed the parfum oil she’d chosen from her collection. I pumped some onto my hands and began massaging it into her soft skin.
Neck.
Shoulders.
Chest.
Right breast.
Left breast.
Stomach.
I lingered, spending more time than necessary, polishing her belly.
Mound.
Thighs.
Legs.
Ankles.
Feet.
Once she was oiled, she lifted her body from the bed.
“Now, you.”
“Me?” I chuckled. “Nah.”
“Yes.”
I paused, trying to gauge her seriousness. There wasn’t a smile on her face. Neither was there any signs of playfulness. Sighing, I accepted my defeat and sat on the bed.
She grabbed the lotion I’d chosen for the evening. She slathered it on her hands and then began placing globs on my skin. Once she had them everywhere she needed them, she began massaging it all over my skin.
Neck.
Shoulders.
Chest.
Stomach.
Thighs.
Legs.
Ankles.
Feet.
I watched carefully, waiting for the moment of completion. When her spine straightened, I pulled her forward and onto my lap. My dick had hardened at the sight of her and the thought of her selflessness.
“Sit on ‘em.”
“You have to call Aubrey before bed,” she reminded me.
Still, she lowered her body onto my awaiting rod. I was stiff and painfully so. Range made it clear that it would be hard to think with the head up top whenever she was around.
“I won’t be long. I won’t be long at all,” I promised, taking her tongue into my mouth.
“You’re staring at me, aren’t you?” Range groaned against the pillow.
“I am.”
“Was I snoring?”
Chuckling, I shook my head. “You weren’t.”
“Then what is it?” She asked, lifting her head to face me.
I’d woken up six days in a row, and Range was still by my side. Still pretty. Still poised. Still precious. Still pregnant.
“You.”
She felt so far away. I slid down the bed and closed the gap between us. She stole the oxygen I pushed from my lungs. I stole the air she released.
“My breath likely stinks.”
“Your ass could stink, and I’d still kiss it,” I informed her.
Shamefully, she closed her eyes.
“How are you feeling this morning?”
“I feel good.”
“And the babies?”
“Everything feels fine.”
I hardly recognized the woman before me. She was changing so rapidly, so beautifully. I hardly recognized the home she was making either. Last night, I walked into a completely different space than I’d left. There was proof of life. There were signs of human activity.
Seasons filled the cabinets. Food filled the pantry. Clothes filled the hangers and drawers in the closets. Products littered the bathrooms. Plug-ins dispersed fragrance continuously.
“We have an appointment this week.”
“Yeah,” Range sighed, “I remember, surprisingly.”
“I’ll make sure you don’t forget, baby. Turn around.”
With a smile on her face, Range complied.
She butted up against me, ass poking out.
I lubricated my fingers and rubbed them around the tip of my dick.
Clothes weren’t an option for us. Not at the moment.
We were exploring each other's bodies constantly.
No matter the time. It hardly mattered the place.
“Baaaaaaby.”
Range’s moans were infused with potential.
The potential to unman me.
The potential to control me.
The potential to undo me.
The potential to end me.
The potential to elevate me.
The potential to send me off the edge.
Her pussy was my life’s potion. That familiar warmth of her walls engulfed me, burying me alive. I rounded her neck with my right hand and gripped it gently.
The first stroke nearly cost me my sanity.
“This pussy so fucking good,” I moaned into her hair.
Labored breathing made it rise and then fall onto my face. I was smothering in her love and her light.
“Yesssss. Yesssss.”
She sounded like macaroni fresh out of the oven. Her faucet was never turned completely off. It dripped constantly, even throughout the night.
“Uhhhh. Baby.”
I stroked her pussy from behind, still not able to comprehend my favor. Range was everything I wanted. She was everything I needed.
My hand fell from her neck and slid down her body, first stopping at her protruding stomach. After the pit stop, I continued down her frame, finding her clit wedged between her legs. I spread them slightly so that I could gain access to the swollen bulb that was waiting on my arrival.
I pressed my thumb against it, activating the sprinkler system. Range’s moans intensified. She found it difficult to contain herself. She was losing all self-control.
“Yesss. Yesss. Yessss. Fuck me just like that. Yessss. I’m gonna cum.”
I knew she would.
“Shit.”
My time was nearing as well.
“Baby!”
“Cum on this motherfucker, baby.”
I was near my end. My thrusts deepened and quickened in pace.
I closed my eyes, grateful for all I’d been given, even in my time of the storm.
I made a personal promise to God not to live in sin much longer.
It was imperative that I made an honest woman out of Range.
And I wouldn’t wait. Before she brought the babies into the world, it was mandatory that she become my wife.
The end…