Epilogue
One Year Later
“Oh my god, baby. I’m so proud of you!” I jump up and down as I hold Elijah’s book in my hands.
He grins at me from his seat at the dining table, pulling me into his lap so he can kiss me soundly on the lips. “It’s all thanks to you.”
I shake my head. “No. You did this!” I say, turning the book over to see his picture on the back. “You made this happen.”
He rests his head on my shoulder as I flip through the pages.
“My husband, the thriller author,” I muse.
“Self-published author.” He chuckles.
“Exactly, my husband, the author.”
Elijah pulls the book from me and sets it on the table, holding my hands in his before kissing them. He takes extra time to place a kiss on the princess-cut diamond ring and matching wedding band on my finger.
“I love you, wife,” he says, his blue eyes shining.
I press my lips to his, showing him my love as I open my mouth to his tongue, letting him kiss me deeply. When I pull back, I run my finger down his neatly trimmed beard then tug on it gently. “I have an anniversary present for you.”
“Oh?” he asks, his brow shooting up.
Today happens to be the one-year anniversary of us officially getting together and the three-month anniversary of us getting married. What can I say? We like celebrating whenever we have a chance. Especially when we can escape to our favorite place—the lake house—to do so.
“I had my IUD removed,” I say, cupping his cheek.
Elijah’s cock jumps under my bottom, and I chuckle at his immediate reaction. But then his brow pinches.
“When?” he asks. “I would have gone with you to the appointment.”
I roll my eyes at him, smoothing his brow with my thumb as I like to do. “It’s fine, Mr. Serious. I wanted to surprise you.”
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Consider me surprised.”
I hover my lips over his, then I grind my ass into his growing erection. “What do you say to putting a baby in me…Daddy?”
Elijah’s eyes darken. I’ve never used that term with him before. It’s never felt right, never felt not weird. Especially considering his relationship with my own dad. But I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact Elijah and I are married now. My dad has gotten over our relationship, or at least he’s gotten used to and even likes the fact that Elijah and I are together, but—it feels right now. Especially since I plan on making him a daddy to several little red-headed babies.
Elijah grips my waist, his cock fully hard underneath me now. “You really mean it, Alex? You’re ready to start a family?”
I nod. “Things have settled now with your work, and your book is out. Plus, my dad likes you again.” That makes us both laugh. “I think it’s time, don’t you?”
He runs his thumb over the apple of my cheek, his pupils dilating as I squirm on his lap. “Is my dirty girl impatient?” He smirks.
His words make my thighs clench together, and I bite my lip, nodding. “I need you inside me, Elijah. I need to feel you fill me up. Make me yours.”
The pad of his thumb traces my lower lip. “You are mine, Alex. You’ve always been mine.”
“Then show me. Get me pregnant.”
With a growl, Elijah lifts me off his lap, and before I know it, my back is on the dining room table. His book thumps to the ground.
“Elijah!” I cry, but it’s as if my words have made him a man possessed. He pulls me by my thighs down the cool wood so my ass is at the edge. The table creaks when he bunches my green sundress up to my hips.
“You are a dirty girl,” he chuckles playfully, his gaze between my legs at my naked pussy. It’s already dripping with need for him, just like it always is.
He works his hand up and down my thighs in a soothing motion. “Now take out your breasts and play with your nipples. Show me what I own.”
I whimper, the command in his voice making me wetter. Thankfully, my sundress has a low scooped neckline with a built-in bra so it’s easy for me to shove it down. When I do, the elastic gathers underneath my breasts to push them up, giving Elijah a nice show as I trace a finger over my nipples and start to tease them.
“Good girl,” he croons. “Now lay your head back, and keep doing that. Get your nipples nice and hard for me.” With a small groan, I lay my head against the table and do as he asks, the sound of his belt buckle jingling and his clothes being removed turning me on even more. After a quick moment, he’s standing over me again, completely nude. His lean muscled body is on full display.
“How do you feel, Alex?” he asks, his fingers gently brushing over the skin of my knees and thighs. He gets close to my pussy before he drags them back down again.
“Like I need you to fuck me,” I say, my voice almost pleading.
His knuckle brushes over my mound, then he pulls back. “Hold open your legs for me.”
I remove my hands from my breasts, bringing my legs up so I can loop my forearms under my knees and let my thighs part.
“Wider, wife,” Elijah tsks. “I want you spread all the way open for me. I want to see your greedy cunt begging for my cock.”
I moan, positive my arousal is dripping onto the table now. Over the last year, Elijah has gotten very, very good at giving me what I like, what I crave. He knows exactly what to do and say to make me absolutely crazy.
“That’s my dirty girl,” he praises, moving between my legs. He’s pumping his cock now, a tiny bit of pre-cum dripping from the head. Before I can ask, he swipes it with his thumb then leans forward, dragging it across my lips so I can taste the bit of salty liquid.
He grins at me as I lap it up. Then he trails his hand back down toward my pussy, making sure to tweak my nipples and trace his favorite constellations of freckles on the available skin as he goes. By the time he reaches my clit, I’m practically weeping for him to touch me, to fuck me hard until I see stars behind my eyelids.
With one hand on my low belly and the other on his cock, he drags his swollen head up and down my slit, dipping it into my entrance to tease me before pulling back.
“Elijah,” I cry. “Please, give me your cock. Let me milk you dry, Daddy.”
A curse leaves his mouth, and he plunges inside me, the table creaking as he bottoms out with one single stroke. His balls slap against my skin.
“Fuck, Alex.” He groans. “You make me so crazy.”
He thrusts in again, his hands palming my heavy breasts. He’s gripping them so hard it hurts, but in a good way, as he continues to fuck himself deeper into my pussy.
“Feeling’s mutual,” I cry as he hits my G-spot.
“You’re mine, Alex.” He drives into me harder. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Elijah. I’ve always been yours.” Unable to hold my legs up any longer, I wrap them around his waist, digging my heels into his ass so that he’s buried even deeper inside me. “Yes, Daddy. Yes, yes, yes!”
He pounds into me furiously, his thrusts only seeming to get deeper as the table moves beneath us. It creaks to the point I wonder if we’re going to break it, but I can’t find it in myself to care.
“God, Alex. You’re so tight, so wet. I can feel you gripping me. You feel so goddamn good,” he says in a pinched voice, one that tells me he’s close.
I clench my inner walls around him as hard as I can, and he swears. I’m desperate for him now, desperate to feel his release. I need him to plant his cum so deep in my womb that my body has no choice but to give me his babies. I know it doesn’t work like that, but the idea is sexy.
“Come, Elijah,” I plead, digging my nails into his waist. “I need you to fill me up. I need to feel your cum inside me.”
“Such”—thrust—“a”—thrust—“dirty”—thrust—“girl,” he grunts, lifting himself enough so that he can slide one of his hands down to rub my clit.
My body tenses the moment he touches my overly sensitive skin, and with another circle of his fingers, I’m orgasming underneath him, my vision blacking out as I arch off the table. I hold on to Elijah for dear life, using him as my anchor to reality as he keeps thrusting into me.
“Alex!” he cries, my pussy fluttering, gripping his cock as I ride my release. He grunts and drops his forehead against mine, and then, with a final plunge, I feel him tense. The moment his cum explodes inside me, I can’t stop the second orgasm that overtakes me, helped along by his fingers that are still moving on my clit.
I cry out in pure ecstasy as I stare into Elijah’s blue eyes, the eyes of my husband, the man I love. He continues to pump inside me, his release filling me just as I wanted. I lift my head to kiss him before squeezing my muscles around his dick, wanting every drop of cum.
When we both can’t take anymore, our bodies spent, Elijah tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind my ear, and the table creaks again. A laugh bubbles out of me, and I cup his bearded cheek. “We should probably get up before we break the table.”
Elijah huffs. “I’ll buy a new one.” He strokes his knuckles over my heated cheek, our bodies still connected. I can already feel his release leaking out of me, and I take comfort in the feeling of it. I know our first time since I got my IUD removed probably won’t get us pregnant, but I’m hoping it will anyway.
When the table groans again, Elijah sighs and finally pulls out. But he doesn’t let me up at first, instead standing back and staring at me, my legs splayed open with the mess of him between them.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. He steps forward to swipe his fingers through his release, pushing it back inside my pussy with a sly grin. He even holds his hand over my entrance for a moment so it doesn’t slip out. When he’s satisfied, he kisses up my legs and lower abdomen before placing several on my belly. The action does more to me than words ever could, and he knows it.
When he pulls back, he tugs me up off the table, pressing a slow and intimate kiss to my lips. Then he cups my cheek and stares into my eyes with more love than I ever thought someone was capable of showing.
“Thank you for loving me, Alex,” he says after a moment. “And thank you for asking me to stay.”
Tears cloud my vision, and I hug my husband to my body, pressing a kiss over his heart. “Thank you for staying,” I whisper. “I love you, Elijah.”
“I love you, too.” Then he kisses me once more, and I melt into his lips, knowing that this is the start of our happily ever after.