Epilogue II
Tandy
Ten Years Later
Our nine-year-old runs through the house yelling for his sister to hurry up. They’re excited to be moving into the ‘summer house’ so they can be closer to their cousins. After almost a decade of them knowing the house that me and their dad fell in love with as only a house we spend our summers in, we are finally coming home for good this time.
My husband could have gone longer and could have given a few more years to the game he loves so much, but when we talked about him retiring, he said it was the right thing to do for the family. The game takes a lot from not only the player but from their family too. I think the biggest deciding point was our four little ones and the fact Rip wanted to be home with them more. Not that he’s giving up the game. He’s an assistant coach for the university we both started out at.
His old coach found out he was retiring and immediately reached out to him. Both of them are excited about the upcoming season which makes me happy for my man because he doesn’t have to give up something he really loves. Arms wrap around my waist, arms I would know anywhere. My Rip.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
I turn in his arms with a big smile for him.
“I thought you were going to be at the university all day signing contracts and having lunch with the coach.”
“Hm, we decided to take an early lunch and I told him I was going to go home for dessert.”
“Oh my God, Rip! You did not!”
He laughs and pulls me closer to him, burying his face in my neck and shoulder. One of his favorite things in the world is to make me use that tone on him. Our children finally notice their dad’s back and run to hug and wrestle him. Bonny and Gray come in while he’s powering through three of the kids being on his back and arms. The kids rush to their aunt and uncle the same way they did to their dad. Once they get out from under my hoard, Gray comes over to slap Rip on the back and I get a hug from Bonny.
“We brought food. We thought with all the moving and chaos you guys might like not having to make anything.”
“Saviors. Sweet saviors.”
Me and Bonny smile at Rip’s over-the-top gratitude as I help her find the kitchen through the maze of boxes and bubble wrap. We enjoy lunch with them out on the back patio with me and Rip promising to come over to their place soon.
“We were wondering if maybe the kids would like to come spend the night with their cousins. Maybe give you two some alone time. What you do with that time is of course up to the two of you.”
She gives me winks and a big, cheesy grin. Subtle my sister is not. And I love it.
I love that even though my sister is now a famous baker on a very popular food network she is still the same wonderful person she’s always been, still looking out for me and thinking of those people around her.
“I think that would be really awesome, honey. Why didn’t I think of that?”
Gray says the words haltingly like he might have rehearsed them.
Now, me and Rip are both laughing at Gray’s bad acting. This is why they really came over. And I love them for it.
Bonny hits him in the arm and starts laughing with us. We visit for a little longer and then the two of them bundle all four kids up and leave me and my love in silence and privacy.
“You know, I would hate to think we wasted the time they were so kind to give us on something like unpacking.”
I roll my eyes at Rip. Turns out Gray isn’t the only bad actor. A smile crawls across my face as an idea pops into my head. I walk to him, dragging my hand up his back and over his big broad shoulders. “That is a wonderful idea, sweetheart.”
He nods happily. “If you can catch me!”
I take off running through the house but don’t get very far before Rip is tossing me over his shoulder and giving my ass a squeeze. “Oh, baby, you know I’m always going to catch you. Especially when it means I get to make you mine.”
“Silly man, I’ve always been yours from the very first day you sweet-talked me into being your tutor.”
I wind up on the bed we created our first child in, laughing and trying to catch my breath still. We undress each other as our bodies brush against each other and our mouths meld and mingle. All these years, all this time, and he’s still my muse, my fairy tale, and the hero in all my books, I have fourteen out now.
We take our time unwrapping one another. Once fully naked, we hold each other tight for a moment, just enjoying the way it feels to be together like this. But soon, we want more. The way his body slides against mine, the way the hair on his chest tickles my tingling nipples, the way his thick, hard cock rests against my thigh has my body tightening and my breath catching.
I run my nails down his back and over the sweet swells of his ass cheeks. God, I love his ass! He starts kissing down my neck until he comes to my breasts where he flicks my hardened peaks with the tip of his tongue before taking them one at a time in his mouth and sucking. When I was nursing our babies, he loved to help relieve the pressure that comes with too much milk being produced. He made sure our babies had all they needed but he loved getting his share too.
He still loves having them in his mouth even if nothing is coming out these days. He licks and sucks and leaves little love bites all along the sensitive flesh. They're bigger than they were when we first met but I don’t think that bothers him at all. In fact, there’s more of me most places now that I’ve brought four kids into the world. But I never have to wonder what he thinks about it. He always finds the time -and the perfect way- to let me know that he loves me, completely, body and soul.
His mouth trails down my body as he kisses over every curve, every dip before knocking my legs apart and burying his head between my thighs. I cry out as he licks me just right, he knows just where and how to work me into a frenzy for him. The way his tongue dances over my clit has me pushing my hips up to meet him. My hands come up to grab my hair and then my own breasts as he sends my body ricocheting through pulses of pleasure. He likes to watch me play with them when he can’t. And I love getting him so torn up he explodes as soon as he gets inside me.
“Fuck, Tandy! You little minx!”
I give him a sultry smile before plucking at my nipples. He focuses in on the spot that he knows is going to drive me crazy as he slips two of his fingers inside me. And one inside the furled opening of my ass. The naughty little bonus has me tensing and shaking my way through a release. It comes upon me quickly, making me lose my breath and feel like I’ve been tossed around upon a sea.
As I shake through the last throes of pleasure, he slips inside me. We both moan at the sensations. I let him work my body back up before I push against him to flip him so I can be on top. I slowly rise and sink at my own pace placing my hands on those abs that have gotten me so worked up over the years and still do it for me.
I pick up speed as his eyes lose focus, his jaw becomes slack and his cock swells inside me. My head falls back as I squeeze my inner muscles to milk the cum from him. When I feel the warmth hit my cervix it triggers my own release and my body spasms around his as we cum together. Perfectly.
I slump against his chest and drift in and out of the afterglow of our lovemaking. I don’t know what life has in store for us, no one does, but I know as long as I have my Rip, anything life throws at us will just be stepping stones to the sweet treats of a life lived with true love!
The End!