Epilogue One
EPILOGUE ONE
BEN
* Two Years Later *
I had no idea that I would miss my wife so much. She’s only been staying with her sister for three nights, but I feel lost without her.
On the other hand, of course I didn’t want her around the wood dust, the varnish fumes, and the chaos of having sections of our house taped off with plastic sheeting. Okay, and I also didn’t want her to see my little surprise.
But everything is clean and tidied up when there’s a knock. I rush over to see Iris waving through the frosted glass.
When I open it, she’s already laughing. “It feels weird knocking on my own front door.”
“Missed you, angel.” I set her overnight bag aside in the front hallway, then spin back to admire my beautiful wife. She’s wearing an adorable green leaf print dress that’s a bit shorter than usual, and she’s left a few extra buttons open, so I can peer right into the front of her pink lace bra. Delicious. She always knows how to get my motor running.
I’m determined to stay on track for at least another few minutes, though. “Ready to see your new closet?”
“Am I ever!”
Now that the excitement of the wedding is over and we’ve pretty much settled into the house, I’ve been taking notes while asking Iris what she wanted in the way of storage. Our large bedroom already had a huge walk-in closet, but it wasn’t set up for a woman.
Iris walks in and clutches her heart. “Oh my…you made a space for…and my shoes… how did…” She walks slowly around the entire closet, stammering incoherently in surprise. I lean against the door frame, grinning from ear to ear.
All her things are neatly arranged. Her shoulder bags are in a row on a shelf. There are thick padded hangers for her sweaters, and a wall hook for whatever cardigan she’s been throwing on and off that day. She’s not a shoe hoarder, but there are rows of her special-occasion heels, everyday shoes, and boots.
“Open the cabinet on the right.”
Iris turns back to flash me a curious eyebrow, then pulls open the doors. A table slides out automatically, filled with clear plastic containers for her makeup. She still doesn’t wear very much, but I’ve noticed Iris likes the calming ritual of sitting down to do her eyeliner. A jewelry rack is on one side, and a place for hair accessories on the other.
She pulls out the rolling stool underneath and sits in front of the lighted make up mirror. “I can’t believe this. Thank you so much.”
“You know I love you when you’re all grubby from gardening, with your hair tangled and sunscreen streaking the side of your face.” I come up to hug her from behind as she grins at me in the mirror. “But when you do want to get dolled up, now you have a proper space to do it.”
Iris looks around the room, standing up slowly. “I can’t believe how much you got done in just three days.”
“Pfft, most of the components were premade in my workshop. But thank you.”
She turns toward the slim marble island that runs through the room. “This looks…sturdy.”
Iris pulls off her dress and bra with one motion, then shimmies out of her blue panties, tossing everything in the empty laundry basket tucked into a nook. Her hands plant on the counter as she jumps and spins, sitting up on the marble with a gasp. “Oh – it’s chilly!”
I’m already unfastening my belt. “I was thinking that was the perfect height for laying out clothing. Didn’t even think about it being the right height for something else.”
My back and arms ache a bit from all the work I put in over the past few days, but everything suddenly feels energized as I pull out my steel-hard length.
Iris leans back, looking toward the ceiling. “Nice bright lighting. You know, if we use a grow light bulb for one of them, we could put some ferns by the window. Maybe—” She chokes back a giggle as two of my fingers plunge inside her, my thumb stroking her clit, forcing myself to count to twenty before switching to my cock.
I love that she’s so playful all the time now. It’s as if being in a relationship has grounded Iris and given her the space to bloom.
Great. Now I’m using plant analogies all the time, too.
The tip of my shaft brushes against her clit a few times, then dips into her soaking pussy. Her body pulls me right in, growing accustomed to my girth as her legs wrap around my hips, holding on tight.
I pluck her nipple between my fingers, tilting it up to my mouth as I suck gently, gripping her ass with my free hand. “That chilly marble warming up, angel?”
“Yeah.” She’s already breathless, so close to the edge.
Her breasts bounce against me and her pussy stretches around my cock as I pound hard and deep. “If this is the way you thank me for a new closet, I am all over that, gorgeous. Here I was just thinking we’d order in takeout.”
Her hand lifts to stroke my beard, which I’ve been growing longer for her. “Thinking later,” she mutters, her chest rising and falling as her body quivers around me. “Busy now.”
“Whatever you want, angel.”
I try to take slow, steady breaths, calming myself, even though my heart is jackrabbiting in my chest. Eventually, I sense that Iris is growing close. I’ve grown accustomed to the way her muscles tense before she comes, her perfect pussy growing even tighter.
Iris wraps her arms around my shoulders, leaning forward, moaning my name as she rises and falls, grinding as she chases her release. I love this moment – when she stops thinking and simply feels. When she lets her hot, curvy body take over and drop into every sensation.
“There you go,” I growl against her shoulder, still teasing her clit as she twitches, her climax shaking through her like a series of explosions.
After she cries out weakly, collapsing against me, I take hold of her ass with one hand, her hip with the other. “Hang on, baby.”
Her eyes blaze. “Yeah.”
I bury my hard cock in her softness again, and again, as her knees grip my hips. Once I finally let go of my control the orgasm surges through me, driving my seed into her in hot, fast pulses.
Her fingers clutch me as I rock her gently, reveling in the aftershocks before setting her back on the counter. “I love you so much.” I kiss along her collarbone, since she’s still panting for air.
“And I love…my incredible new closet.” She grins, tapping her forehead into my shoulder. “ And my gorgeous hunk of a husband.”
Iris is the reason I get up every morning, ready to work hard and improve my business, our lives, and our marriage. I’ve known from the beginning that we belong together.
And just like the plants that are now all over my office, our home, and the homes of many of my clients, I know we will both continue to grow together every single day.