Epilogue #3
I shift my hips, the head of my cock nudging against her entrance. She's so wet, so ready for me, that I slide inside her with one smooth, deep thrust.
We both groan.
I stay still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being inside her again, of being connected to her in this most intimate of ways.
"God, you feel so good," I murmur against her lips. "You feel like you were made for me."
She smiles, a sleepy, satisfied curve of her lips. "Maybe I was."
And then I'm moving, my hips finding a rhythm that's as old as time, as natural as breathing.
I take her slowly, deeply, my body covering hers, my lips finding hers again and again. I kiss her until she's breathless, my hands roaming her body, my touch a brand.
She meets me stroke for stroke, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist, her hips rising to meet mine. Her hands are on my back, her nails digging into my skin, her breath coming in ragged pants.
"Vito," she gasps, her head falling back against the pillows. "Harder."
I'm happy to oblige.
My movements become faster, more demanding, my hips pistoning against hers, my body driving into hers with a force that has her crying out with every thrust.
"Vito," she screams, her body arching off the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets. "Oh god, Vito."
I cover her mouth with my palm, my lips finding her ear. "Shh," I whisper.
I feel her get wetter, coating my cock in more of that delicious cream. "You like that, don't you? When I have to keep you quiet," I say huskily. "You're soaking my cock, Teresa."
She whimpers against my palm, her hips bucking against me, as her muscles grow tense.
I change angles and thrust to the hilt, my balls slapping against her ass. She’s so tight, so hot, so perfect. I can feel myself getting closer, my body tensing, my control starting to fray.
She moans, her body tightening around me, her breath catching in her throat. "Vito," she whimpers behind my hand, her nails scoring my back. "I'm... I'm..."
I rear up and move faster, harder, my body driving into hers with a force that borders on violence, a primal claiming that's as much about dominance as it is about pleasure.
Her eyes roll back in her head, and her pussy starts to spasm around my cock. She arches, and her muscles lock up as she barrels headfirst into another orgasm.
"Vito!"
I keep moving, my pace relentless, driving her higher and higher. She’s a mess of whimpers and cries, her body shaking uncontrollably.
"Vito," she sobs, her hands clawing at my back. "Please. I can't..."
"Yes, you can," I growl, my hips still driving into her with a force that's brutal, beautiful.
"One more. Give me one more."
I feel my own orgasm building, a hot, tight coil in my gut, a tingling at the base of my spine. I close my eyes, my head falling back, my body straining.
"Come with me, Teresa," I grit out. "Now."
She does.
She shatters around me, her body convulsing, her screams muffled by my hand. Her pussy clamps down on me like a fist, and that's all it takes.
I set my teeth against the skin of her shoulder to muffle the loud groan and follow her over the edge, my body bucking, my release spurting inside her in hot, thick waves. It feels endless. It feels like I'm pouring my soul into her.
We collapse on the bed, a tangled mess of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts hammering against our ribs. I'm still inside her, still a part of her, and I never want to leave.
I roll us, pulling her with me so she’s sprawled on top of my chest. My cock is still inside her, our combined release trickling out of her onto my thighs. I don't care. I like it. I like the evidence of what we just did, the mark of us on each other.
She’s limp, her breathing ragged, her face buried in my neck. I can feel her heart beating against my chest, a frantic, wild rhythm that slowly, slowly starts to calm.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, my hands stroking her back, my lips pressing soft kisses to her hair. She shivers, a fine tremor running through her body.
She turns her face up to mine and kisses me, again and again. "Oh God," she murmurs. "I never get used to that. I always thought..." She shakes her head in disbelief. "But no. It's like the first time every time."
I smile. My hands find her hips, holding her still. "Move."
Her brows furrow.
"Ride me," I command softly.
She lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine. They're dark, hazy with pleasure, but a new kind of awareness is dawning in them.
She pushes herself up, her hands braced on my chest. She looks down at me, at my body spread out beneath her, at my cock still buried deep inside her.
A slow, wicked smile spreads across her lips. And it's my turn to shiver.
She starts to move.
Slowly.
Experimentally.
Her hips swivel, her body rising and falling in a slow, sensuous rhythm that has my breath catching in my throat. Her hands roam my chest, her nails scraping lightly against my nipples.
"Like this?" she whispers, her voice a husky purr.
"Fuck," I groan, my hands finding her hips, guiding her. "Just like that."
She smiles, a smug, confident curve of her lips that does something to me, something primal and possessive.
She leans down, her lips finding mine in a searing kiss. "You're not the only one who knows how to drive someone crazy, Vito."
"As long as we keep trying to drive each other crazy," I say, ending on a groan as she takes me deeper, her body moving in a rhythm that's both torture and bliss, "it's always going to be like the first time."
"I love you," she whispers against my mouth as she finds the right angle and her body speeds up.
"I love you too," I gasp, my hands tightening on her hips, my body arching into hers.
She pushes herself up, her hands braced on my chest. Her head is tilted back, her throat a long, elegant line. Her hair spills down her back, a wild, tangled mess. She's beautiful. So damn beautiful.
Her movements become faster, more confident, her body rising and falling in a rhythm that has me arching up to meet her, my hands gripping her hips, my fingers digging into her skin. Her breasts bounce with every movement, her nipples hard, begging for my attention.
I sit up, my lips finding hers in a searing kiss, my hands cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She whimpers, her movements faltering for a second before she finds her rhythm again.
"God, Vito," she gasps, her head falling back, her body arching into my touch. "You... you feel amazing."
"So do you," I growl, my lips finding her ear, my teeth grazing her earlobe. "Ride me, baby. Take what you need."
That's all the encouragement she needs.
Her movements become faster, more demanding, her body moving in a primal rhythm that's as old as time. I can feel her getting closer, her muscles clenching around me, her body tensing with every thrust.
"Vito," she cries out, her head falling forward, her forehead resting against mine. "Vito, I'm... I'm..."
"Come for me, Teresa," I command, my hands gripping her hips, my body driving into hers with a force that has her crying out with every thrust. "Come all over my cock."
She lifts and drops onto me faster, the wet sounds of our bodies meeting filling the room. Her body convulses, her back arching, her head thrown back in a silent scream.
I can feel her coming, her muscles clamping down on me, her wetness flooding my senses. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, her body shaking uncontrollably.
"Don't come," she whispers against my lips, her hands cupping my face. "Not yet. I want to taste you."
Those words are my undoing.
I groan, my body tensing, my control starting to fray. I want to let go, to pour myself into her, but I also want what she's offering. I want it more than I've ever wanted anything.
Especially when she shatters around me, her screams muffled by my shoulder, her pussy clamping down on me like a fist. It's a beautiful, brutal force that drags a deep groan out of me.
She collapses on top of me, her body limp, her breathing ragged. I hold her close, my hands stroking her back, my lips pressing soft kisses to her hair.
For a long moment, we just lie there, a tangled mess of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts hammering against our ribs. I'm still inside her, still a part of her, and I never want to leave.
Then she pushes herself up, her hands braced on my chest. She looks down at me, her eyes dark with a new kind of hunger, a new kind of need.
"I want to taste you," she says again, her voice a husky purr.
She lifts her hips, and I slip out of her. She moves down my body, her lips and tongue tracing a path down my chest, down my stomach, until she's settled between my legs.
Her hands find my thighs, her touch a brand. She looks up at me, her eyes locked on mine, and then she leans down and takes me into her mouth.
I groan, my head falling back against the pillows, my hands fisting in the sheets. Her mouth is hot, wet, a velvet vice that has me arching off the bed, my body straining.
She's good at this.
So fucking good.
She takes me deep, her tongue swirling around my shaft, her teeth scraping oh-so-lightly against my sensitive skin.
I can feel myself getting closer, my body tensing, my control starting to fray. I gather her mass of dark hair in my fist. "Teresa," I warn, my voice a low growl.
She hums in response, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me.
"Look at me," I grit out.
Her eyes find mine, dark and hazy with pleasure.
Her lips are stretched around me, her cheeks hollowed, and the sight of her, the sight of my cock in her mouth, is almost enough to send me over the edge.
I guide her head, setting a pace that's both demanding and gentle. She follows my lead, her movements becoming faster, her tongue working my shaft, her hands cupping my balls.
"God, Teresa," I groan, my hips bucking against her, my body straining. "Your mouth... your mouth is incredible."
She hums again, her tongue swirling around my tip, tasting the bead of pre-cum that's gathered there.
That's it.
That's all it takes.
"Swallow, Teresa," I command. "Swallow all of me."
My orgasm slams into me, a hot, tidal wave of pleasure that has me groaning loudly as I press deep into her mouth and throat.
I come with a strangled cry. My body bucks, and my release spurts into her mouth in hot, thick waves. She takes it all, her throat working as she swallows, her tongue lapping at me, cleaning me, milking me for every last drop.
When I'm spent, she releases me, her lips finding my stomach in a soft, gentle kiss. She rests her cheek against my thigh, her breath warm against my skin.
I'm boneless.
Completely and utterly spent.
I reach down, my hands finding her shoulders, and pull her up my body. She comes willingly, her body a warm, welcome weight on top of mine.
I kiss her, my lips finding hers in a searing kiss that's all about love, all about gratitude.
"You," I murmur against her lips, my hands buried in her hair. "You are going to be the death of me."
She smiles, a sleepy, satisfied curve of her lips. "It'll be a good death."
I laugh, a low, rumbling sound that I feel in my chest. "That it will."
She rests her head on my chest, her ear over my heart. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, my hands stroking her back, my lips pressing soft kisses to her hair.
For a long moment, we just lie there, a tangled mess of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts beating in a slow, steady rhythm. I can feel her breath against my skin, can feel the soft, steady beat of her heart against mine.
Our son's soft breaths spill out of the baby monitor on the nightstand.
That sound, that tiny, fragile sound, is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.
It's the sound of our life.
The sound of our family.
The sound of everything I never knew I wanted, but now can't imagine living without.
I look down at the woman in my arms, at the dark, tangled mess of her hair, at the soft, satisfied curve of her lips, at the peaceful expression on her face as she drifts off to sleep.
And I know.
This is it.
This is what I fought for.
This is what I came back for.
This is the life I chose.
And it is everything.
Everything.