15. Epilogue 1-Shelby
Fifteen
Epilogue 1-Shelby
Two months later…
We are finally on our honeymoon in the Bahamas. Since our wedding was so impromptu, and Roman had already taken a week of work off to spend time with me before that, it took a while to fit a trip into his busy schedule.
Instead of going back to college, I decided to go to work for Roman handling his books. He’s thrilled because he hates the bookkeeping end of running a business, and I’m happy because it’s what I love to do. Also, we get to spend plenty of time together. We even got a pullout couch for our office and soundproofed the room so no one would hear us when we get carried away, which is pretty often.
I’m lying on the beach in my bikini when I feel him behind me. “Hey, sugar. You need me to rub some sunscreen on you?”
I grin. “That’s so sweet of you. Thanks.”
He spreads the lotion onto my skin, kissing and touching me all over in the process. Thankfully, no one else is around. We rented an Airbnb with a private beach. It’s a small cottage, but it’s gorgeous. It’s perfect, since all we care about is being alone for a few days.
He spends a lot of time rubbing lotion on my butt, squeezing and kissing each cheek. Then his hands go under my bikini top, squeezing my breasts, and making me moan. “Roman, what are you doing?”
“Making you feel good, baby.”
“Mmmm. Okay.” His hands stray down to my bottoms, and pull them aside.
“Fuck, baby. Need to taste you right now. Can’t wait any longer.”
“Okay, let’s go inside. Oh, shit!” I cry out as his mouth covers my mound, licking me as his fingers saw in and out.
“Gotta taste your sweetness, sugar. Come in my mouth, baby.”
“Roman!” I yell as he sucks my clit, making me come hard.
He pushes his swim trunks down, and buries himself to the hilt inside me. “Yes!” I scream. I hope no one can hear us, but I’m too cock-hungry to care. All I want is for my husband to fuck me thoroughly, and I tell him so.
“Damn, sugar. It turns me on when you say that.”
“Fuck me, husband.”
“My beautiful wife, I’m gonna fuck that pussy so good, you’ll be feeling me for weeks.”
“Do your worst.”
He moves faster and faster, pinching my nipples as he thrusts. The sun beats down on us as he takes me. I scrape my fingernails down his back until I reach his firm ass. I grab it, pushing him even deeper inside me.
“Harder, Roman. Fuck me harder. I’ve been such a bad girl.”
“Fuck, yes, baby. Push me in further. Turns me on. Gonna come inside you so hard. Come for me,” He says, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I explode, milking all the cum from his cock.
We lie there for several minutes before he attempts to clean us up. “I’ve been thinking, sweetheart. I think we should try to make a baby.”
I laugh. “Have you been doing something I don’t know about to prevent that from happening so far?”
“Well, no. I just want to make sure you are on board with it.”
“Roman, we have never used a condom. Not once. How many times have you filled me up with cum?”
“Jesus. I don’t know. Probably hundreds.”
“Exactly. If I didn’t want to get pregnant, I could have stopped you at any time.”
That cocky grin is back on his face. “Could you really, baby? When I’m pounding into you, you can’t think very clearly.”
“Someone is awfully full of himself today. You aren’t wrong, though.” I sigh. “I really hate to disappoint you, honey, but I won’t be getting pregnant on our honeymoon.”
“Why the fuck not?” he asks, clearly affronted.
“Because I’m already pregnant.”
He stays frozen for so long, I’m not sure he heard me. “Roman?”
“Really?” he whispers.
“Yep. About two months along.”
He grins. “I got you pregnant on the first try, didn’t I?”
I roll my eyes. “If not, pretty soon after. You look awfully pleased with yourself.”
“I am, sugar. I can’t believe we’re having a baby.” He pulls me to him, hugging me hard. “You’re everything to me. You and now our little one. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too. Now, why don’t you show me how much you love me?”
He proceeds to show me, repeatedly, for the rest of our honeymoon.