Epilogue
MIKE
“Fuck, I love you in green.” My hand glides over the smooth skin of Lucky’s ass, tracing the lacy fabric of her lingerie. I check my knots one more time to make sure they’re secure. “What’s your safe word, love?”
“Cabbage.”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes. “Cabbage, eh?”
“Yeah. Never liked the stuff, so if I say it, you know I’m done.”
I nod, impressed by her logic. “Makes sense.”
Her eyes pinch shut, and I take a minute to admire my wife’s curves. That’s right. My wife. I am the lucky man who gets to spend the rest of his life with this perfect creature.
“On your side.”
She rolls obediently wrists bound in a prayer tie overhead, body offered up like she knows exactly what she does to me.
The ropes frame her perfectly, pressing her curves into something sinful, and perfect, and all fucking mine.
I trace a finger up her hip, moving across the dip of her waist until I reach the basic chest harness I gave her.
Fuck me, her tits look incredible like this, round and full.
I lean down and caress her breast, pulling a nipple into my mouth.
She gasps and moans as she rolls onto her back, pushing her chest out in presentation to me. Knowing how far she’s come since I first met her, I waste no time, licking her breasts and teasing both of her nipples.
“Mike,” she breathes, already wrecked on nothing but anticipation. “Fuck.”
“What do you need, wife?”
She moans as I pinch a nipple between my lips and tug.
“I need to come.”
Releasing her nipple, I hover over her, silently demanding her to use her words. She knows by now that if she doesn’t, I will edge her until she does.
“I want to fuck your thigh while you play with me until I come.”
A slow smile pulls at my mouth as her legs part in invitation, and I seize the opportunity to push my leg between hers. “And for your second orgasm?”
“Do you need a list?” Her head pops up, a smirk on her face, half teasing, half exasperated.
“I’d love a list. A Lucky List.” My tongue lightly brushes her nipple with nowhere near the amount of pressure I know she needs.
She lets out a frustrated little sound. I love this game, this back and forth we have where I push her to take control, and she teeters between total surrender and total domination.
“One thigh. Two Squirtle. Three hard and from behind. Four on my throne. And if you think you’re capable of anything beyond that, surprise me.”
Her shorthand makes me chuckle as I lower my head and nip at the flesh of her breast as she starts grinding on my thigh. I tug on her rope harness, moving her to where I want her on the bed and she gasps when I bite a nipple.
“Harder. Yes, fuck. I’m close.”
My teeth close around her tight bud as I increase the pressure, careful not to break the skin.
My wife likes it right on the edge of pain and pleasure, and the moment I give her what she’s asked for, she breaks exactly the way she always does.
Shuddering, shaking, breath stuttering like she’s trying to hold herself together while falling beautifully.
“Let’s see what kind of mess you made, wife.”
“Lap it up like a good boy. I know how desperate you get for my cunt.”
Fuck, I love this woman. Love the way she has come into her own, taking exactly what she wants without apology.
“Yes, ma’am.” Those are the last words I utter for several minutes as I lap at her pussy like I haven’t eaten it in weeks. There’s no way I could go more than a day without feasting on her and she knows it.
I can tell she wants to move her hands, but she’s unsure if she’s allowed to or not, so they writhe above her head as her hips buck against me.
“Oh shit. Mike. Oh God.”
She only says “shit” when she’s about to squirt. I know this because it takes her by surprise each time despite how often I’ve made her do it. I rest my forearm across her hips, holding her in place as my other hand strokes her G-spot in a come-hither motion.
And I’m rewarded seconds later when she gushes for me, covering me in her cum. This is my favorite part of eating her pussy, when she comes so hard her body shakes in tiny aftershocks for several minutes while I clean her with my tongue.
Before she has a chance to recover, I drag her to the edge of the bed and flip her over, forcing her thighs open as I line myself up with her entrance.
We both groan when I push inside. I move slowly at first, rubbing each golden barbell against her walls.
The feel of them sinking into my wife’s cunt as it greedily swallows each one has me pausing my movements to keep myself from coming.
“You’re so desperate for me you’re going to come soon, aren’t you, husband?”
“Feckin’ hell.” This vixen knows what she’s doing. I pinch my eyes shut, reciting football stats in my head as I continue at a glacial pace.
She wiggles her ass against me, and I slap it. “Behave,” I growl.
It takes a whole minute for me to get myself under control. That’s what happens when you have the most beautiful woman on the planet underneath you.
The dips in her hips are my favorite part of her, and I sink my fingers into them as I start thrusting into her with more force.
“Is”—thrust—“that”—thrust—“all”—thrust—“you”—thrust—“got?” she says each word between thrusts.
The death of me. That’s what this woman is going to be.
I know my fingers are going to leave bruises on her hips, but she asked for it, and I give her what she wants. Always will.
When I feel the familiar flutter of her cunt around me, I snake an arm down to her clit and play with it until she’s coming again.
“Three,” I murmur near her ear. “You going to make it to four?”
She looks over her shoulder at me. “Are you?”
I pull out of her and climb onto the bed, grabbing her bound wrists to guide her onto my lap. “You can try, wife. If you come first, I get to fill this cunt full of my cum. Fill you until you leak all over me. Till you’re swollen with my child.”
Her eyes flash with heat. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that my wife has a breeding kink, and I have thoroughly enjoyed feeding into it. I think there’s something about the role-playing, knowing that she can’t actually get pregnant, that excites her.
“And if you come before me?” she asks.
“Try it and see what happens.”
She sinks down onto my cock slowly, like she’s savoring the power of it, and I can’t look away from the place we join. But I need to if I’m going to make her come first, so I pinch my eyes shut and resume unsexy thoughts.
“Eyes on me, husband.”
I slowly drag my gaze up her body before I lock onto her eyes.
“I want your cum. Need it. Fucking fill me up. Breed me, a stór.”
Not the Irish. Feckin’ Christ, her perfect pronunciation is going to make me blow my load. Fuck, she’s incredible.
Taking a nipple in one hand, her clit in the other, I play her like an instrument until she’s clamping down on me. I don’t even wait for her orgasm to finish; I flip her onto her back and hover over her, pushing in slowly.
“A ghrá mo chroí, go deo,” I rasp, pistoning into her.
Needing her connection, I grip her chin and force her to lock eyes with me. “Fuck, Lucky. I can’t hold it back anymore.”
“Give it to me.”
I let go, snapping my hips with ferocity as I succumb to my orgasm. She holds me as I groan and shudder against her. “Fuuuuck.”
When I finally still, every ounce of energy drained from me, I look at her. “I’m sorry.”
Her head tilts in confusion. “What? Why?”
“I didn’t make it to five,” I say, panting, still trying to catch my breath.
“Your fingers don’t need to recharge, do they?
Besides, I need you to push every last bit of your cum back inside.
” Challenge flashes in her eyes, and I pull out of her slowly, trying not to spill a drop.
Minutes later she’s screaming, coming on my fingers, and I finally collapse back onto the bed, entirely spent and thoroughly satisfied.
Her head lolls to the side, resting on my bicep as she smiles at me. “Best date ever.”
I smirk. “Best honeymoon ever.”