Epilogue
Grayson
Six Years Later…
I smile as I watch the nanny chase my sons around the house. Sophia gave birth to Keith and his twin brother Kevin five years ago. That was the proudest moment of my life—standing beside her with our newborn boys in my arms. It’s hard to match the image of those sweet, innocent babies to the young boys giving the nanny so much trouble now.
At this rate, we’re going to be late for the event if I don’t intervene. Sophia is doing an exhibition of her latest photography collection, showcasing Seattle and its people. After she finished college, she interned under the most prestigious studio in the city. Since then, she has evolved into one of the most sought-after photographers in the city. Her work, especially a photography collection of schoolchildren in the city, has been featured in magazines all over the country. She’s also won many awards.
I’m so proud of her and her achievements. It makes me happy to watch Sophia pursue something she has so much passion for. And surprisingly, her passion has infected me. I’ve also begun showing some interest in photography. I’ve been spending more time in her studio, and last week I bought a camera for myself. Of course Sophia has been teasing me about copying her, but I know she loves sharing this interest with me.
By the time I arrive at the exhibition, the event is already well underway. Most of the important guests have arrived—the mayor, expert critics, and the chief editor of the leading art magazine in the region.
Sophia dazzles the crowd, as usual. Her exhibition is a display of people going about their normal lives. The police officer helping an elderly woman cross the street, young lovers walking hand in hand, children playing under the supervision of their conversing parents at the city park, a homeless man feeding a street cat. Each picture is captured from a unique angle and tells a story at a glance. They’re wonderful showpieces, and I don’t fail to notice that the final picture is a portrait of Daryl smiling as a kid.
Last we heard, Daryl had done well in rehab and seemed on the way to recovery. I met with him and made it clear that he would stay away from Sophia in the future, and he agreed.
And Sophia has grown, the longer she’s been away from her brother. I know she still cares for him, but now that she’s been away from him and tasted what a life without his cruelty can be like, she doesn’t want to go back. She agrees that staying away from him is what’s best—for her and for our family.
At the end of her presentation, she receives a standing ovation and my heart swells with pride. She has worked so hard to get to where she is, and she deserves all the recognition she’s getting.
***
Later that night, the exhibition seems like a lifetime ago. The kids are tucked in bed and asleep for the night, and the nanny has gone home. I’m sitting beside my wife in our suite, my gaze intense and smoldering.
The house is finally silent, and I can ravish her the way I’ve wanted to all day.
“I have a gift for you,” I say darkly, the tone of my voice already suggesting what kind of gift this will be.
She raises her eyebrows, letting out a little giggle. “Oh? What did I do to deserve such a thing?”
I shake my head, smiling down at her. “For the woman you are, you deserve so much more than this.” I hand her a small box, which she opens eagerly.
“Ooohhh,” she gasps, lifting up the lingerie inside, a delicate scrap of lace. “Can I put it on right now?”
I grin. “I thought we could have a little photo shoot.”
It isn’t long before Sophia is spread out before me on the soft rug in front of the fireplace, her creamy skin glowing in the light as I begin to snap photos. She moves into a pose that highlights her full breasts, which somehow seem bigger than I’ve ever seen them, even though I’m well acquainted with those breasts by now.
Lace trails over her curves, and she spreads her legs teasingly. My mouth dries at the sight of the tiny piece of fabric that hides her pussy from my view. I can almost see her lips peeking out on either side of it.
“Pull it to the side,” I command, my voice low. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”
She obliges, grinning and arching her back as I snap another photo.
“We’ll have to do more photo shoots as my body changes over the next few months,” she says casually.
I nod, barely taking in the words as I catch sight of the arousal glistening at her entrance.
Wait, what? I snap my eyes up to meet hers.
Her hazel eyes are sparkling with unrestrained excitement. “I’m pregnant, we’re going to have another baby,” she says with a wide grin.
Happiness wells up inside me, so much I want to burst from it. My decision to retire could not have come at a better time. I quickly set down the camera and rush toward her, picking her up out of excitement and twirling around with her in my arms.
“We’re going to have another baby,” I say out loud.
“Shhh, you’ll wake the boys,” Sophia says, laughing.
I give her a deep, passionate kiss. Sliding her fingers into my hair and drawing my head closer, she parts her lips for me, meeting the thrusts of my tongue with her own. I groan deep, kissing her harder, plundering her mouth, stealing the breath from her lungs and giving it back again. She whimpers, the sound going straight to my cock.
I break the kiss, then I stand and bend to scoop her into my arms. She laughs and gasps, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her gaze meets mine, and I growl in satisfaction.
Her lips look well and thoroughly kissed, swollen and pink.
Once inside the room, I put her on her feet by the bed. We silently undress each other, stealing kisses and caresses. By the time we’re naked, Sophia can barely stand and my cock bobs against my taut stomach, slowly releasing pre-cum.
I slowly take in her body. Since she gave birth to the twins, her body has turned curvier. And I wonder if it will be even more so after the new baby. I take in her flat stomach where our baby nestles. Very soon, she’ll be so sensitive and responsive that she’ll scream out her orgasm from being stimulated on her nipples alone.
Desire ravages my senses at the image, shooting currents to my jutting cock. I wonder if any part of her body is sensitive yet. I reach for my wife again, taking her lips in a slow, sensual kiss. I back her up until she falls back onto the huge bed and I’m sliding atop her.
“Clasp your hands on the bed frame. No touching,” I command gruffly, watching her eyes liquefy at the order. My woman loves when I tell her what to do.
I kiss my way down to her breasts. I blow softly over a nipple and watch the pink areola darken and tighten. I shift to the second one and the response is the same. Sophia cries out, her breath trembling. I continue to alternate between the hard, pink nubs, blowing hot, breathy air that causes goose bumps on her skin. She arches her back, begging for my lips or touch, her hips gyrating as her need multiplies.
“Grayson, please,” she pleads.
“I want you to come without my touch. Can you do that, baby?” I growl softly, blowing on her tight nubs.
“ No, Grayson . Please, please…” she whimpers.
“Please what, baby?”
“Suck me. Suck on my b-breasts,” she says on a trembling breath.
“Is my woman hurting?” I ask hoarsely. Her responsiveness and wantonness makes my cock weep.
“Y-yes. Please make it stop.”
Gladly.
I close my lips over her hard nub, sucking hard.
“ Argh !” she shouts hoarsely, bucking her hips. I shift attention to the other, nipping and sucking. I growl against her flesh and she mewls low. I can’t take it anymore; my cock is begging for release. In a swift glide, I slam into her pussy.
“ Grayson !” she screams. Her hot sheath squeezes my cock as she floods it. Her hips buck wildly as she comes hard. I move intensely inside her, my movements hard and fast, in sync with her undulating hips. I drive deeper into her, my thrusts becoming erratic, the fire in my veins now a roaring inferno waiting to be released.
I jerk suddenly, slamming deeper than ever. “ Argh !” Sophia’s back bows as she reaches another crescendo and I groan at the intensity of my orgasm, jerking wildly as I shoot streams of cum inside of her.
“Fuck, Sophia. I fucking love you,” I declare.
She smiles at me, encircling my neck with her arms. “I love you too, baby,” she murmurs against my lips.
I deepen the kiss, drinking her in and enjoying the feeling of being connected to her. My cock begins to harden inside of her again and I slowly move within her, kissing her slowly.
“Grayson. Again?” Sophia asks in delighted surprise, her eyes already clouding with want.
“I’m excited,” I reply, smiling down at her.
I take her lips in mine as I thrust in slow, languid strokes. I drop a final kiss on her lips, then press a kiss on her forehead, her temples, her chin, and the corner of her lips.
“Thank you for our baby,” I murmur.
“Oh, Grayson,” she utters breathily, her eyes going teary. “I love you so much.” She moans as I pick up the pace.
“I’ll give you the world if you ask me to,” I growl, rising to my knees and pulling her up with me. Her legs wrap around me automatically and I thrust harder. Deeper.
“I-I know,” she says brokenly, lost in pleasure.
Our gazes stay locked together and I keep driving into her. Slow and deep. Hard and fast. My mind is in a sexual haze, gearing up for another release. Sophia wraps her arms around my neck and buries her face into it; my shoulder muffles her moans and whimpers.
My thrusts become urgent and erratic. I’m slamming deep and hard at the same spot until her walls tighten on my cock and her nails dig into my back as she begins to shake.
“Fuck!” Her release triggers mine and I jerk hard, letting go completely as I fill up my wife for the second time tonight.
Breathing hard, I curl up around Sophia on the bed as we come down from our high. My hand trails over her stomach, and she sighs peacefully.
I never thought I could be so happy, so content. For the orphan who once had nothing, now everything I could ever ask for is here in my arms.
~The End