Epilogue – Mark
Five Years Later
Goodbyes never mean it’s over.” – Anonymous.
After a long hour in which she clung to my shoulder and cried heartbreakingly “No, Daddy! No, Daddy! I don’t want to go,” Alina finally ... finally let go.
Sniffling like her mother, she cupped my cheeks with her soft little hands and planted a wet kiss on them. Sad big puppy eyes and an adorable pout on her little lips. “I love you, Papa.”
Chuckling, I handed her over to Addison, who quickly masked the worry on her face and wiped off the tears and snot on Alina’s. “I love you too, princess. Grandpa Archie will pick you up after school and take you for a treat.”
“Yay, Starbucks?” she squealed. Gone were the tears.
“Yes,” Addison laughed.
“I love you, Mama,” she pecked her cheek, and reluctantly, followed the teacher into the school building, waving energetically as if she feared she would never see us again.
I laughed, but Addison remained silent as we walked back to the car.
“What is it now?” I asked as soon as we had fastened our seat belts. I turned the key in the ignition and reversed the car out of the parking lot.
She let her gaze wander out of the window. “I’m just worried about her. That’s not unusual, is it?” She shuffled around in her seat and turned to me. “I’m not as strong as you to take things like a brick wall. No offense, mister.”
“None taken, mi preciosa.”
“It’s just...” she licked her lips. “Today’s her first day in school. What if our baby doesn’t settle in with the others?”
“I doubt it. Our girl is a Varkov. It’s only kindergarten, she’ll be fine.” I smiled at her, hoping it would calm her frayed nerves, but she still frowned. “You know what? I think I need to do something to take your mind off your worries.”
Her shoulders slumped as she relaxed in her seat. I saw her lips curve slightly to one side. “What do you have in mind?”
I turned the wheels, swerving the car to another lane. “Your favorite place.”
Half an hour later we arrived at the shimmering lake. The sun”s rays danced on the water and gentle waves glistened.
Before she could continue talking about Alina and her worries about our daughter’s first day of school, I undid my seatbelt and pulled her onto my lap. She tried to suppress a smile and straddled me.
“You’re distracting me.”
“That was the point, baby.”
She eyed my crotch and bit her lips. “Hm, I don’t believe you. You might have an agenda.”
I pushed back the seat and leaned back, ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her neck. “Like?”
“Bringing me here to suck you off?”
God! I loved it when she talked dirty.
I didn’t bother with words. If there was one thing I’d learned with Addison, it was that actions spoke louder than words.
I slid my hands under her skirt and didn’t stop until I’d gotten to her swollen clit. My eyes snapped to her face. “Fuck, you’re already wet?”
She brushed her tongue over my lips, grinding against me. “Sitting on your lap does that to me, mister.”
I stroked my fingers back and forth and plunged a finger inside her. Her hands slid into my hair, and she rasped my name, just the way I liked to hear it.
“Mark ...”
“I’m here, baby,” I kissed her.
Her pussy clenched around my finger, and I shoved another finger inside her teasing the sensitive spot. With my other hand, I opened the zipper, pushed my pants down far enough to get my cock out.
I’d planned to distract her, touch her a little, and kiss the breath out of her lungs. But gone with the wind was that plan when I felt how soaking wet her pussy was for me.
Her arousal ran down my fingers and I pushed my fingers deeper and pressed my palm against her clit. She trembled as I teased her again and again and her moans fueled the burning desire in my cock. Her hand clawed at mine, and she inhaled sharply.
“Fuck, please let me come ...”
I pinched her sensitive bud and jiggled my hand until she erupted on my fingers.
“Mark!”
“Yes, baby. Fucking scream my name. You want more?”
“Yes.”
With a full-body tremor, she rose to her knees and her fingers dug into my shoulders. I tore her lace panties and placed her on the tip of my cock. She slid down the length of my cock until she was fully seated on it. All my thoughts dissipated as her heat radiated through me, burning a path from my heart to my lower half.
“Fuck ... shit.” I could barely form words.
I dug my fingers into her hips, lifted her and slammed her back down. Addison held onto my shoulders while she followed my pace. I repeated the same action and switched angles, which sent a spine-tingling rush over me, as she took every inch of me.
My hand slid between us, and I rubbed with the pad of my finger against her clit.
“Oh ... Mark,” she whispered with a harsh breath.
Her tempo changed; despair bit at her heels as she chased her release. But I refused to give it to her. I pulled my hand away when she teetered on the edge, then pressed on her clit again.
She shook her head. “It’s too much, I can’t anymore.”
“You can take it. Just a little more.” I grunted.
My pleasure was climbing as she slid up and down on my cock, back and forth, clutching her pussy tightly.
I held her by the hips and pumped into her from below. My thighs trembled beneath her as I fought against the lust that threatened to engulf me.
The angle set her off, and it only took a few more pushes before she burst around me with the sweetest cry.
“Fuck, yes ...”
I didn’t stop moving as I fucked her through her orgasm. She bit into my neck to muffle her cry and my cock dripped in response. Her pussy made it impossible to think, driving me wild, as I slid in and out. Another hard thrust and I came undone. Every nerve in my body went haywire and my vision turned dark.
“Fuck.” I smacked the back of my head against the headrest.
She gently held my head between her hands and kissed me.
And all I could think about was how I had gotten a wonderful wife like Addison and a daughter like Alina to call my own.
Fucking mine.
A perfect family that I did not deserve. And yet here we were ... Fucking like teenagers in the car, sharing our breaths and intertwining our fingers.
I kissed her lips. And she nestled against mine with a languid smile. She was a sight even more beautiful than the fucking lake in the distance. In that moment, I knew that I was incomplete without her—without the two of them.
Addison was made for me, like a fucking missing piece of the puzzle, and she fit right into my heart. I wouldn’t let another day go by without her knowing.
“I fucking love you, hermosa.”
I didn’t see her face, but I heard the smile in her voice when she said, “Take me home and prove it to me again, then I”ll believe you.”
Yes, she was my woman. Mine to love and protect for as long as we live.
*****
THE END
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