Epilogue Two-Luc
EPILOGUE TWO-LUC
M aria conked out on the way home, and I place her down on our bed, covering her with a light throw blanket before I start heating up the pot of pozole rojo her mother sent over that morning courtesy of her new man, Joe Palermo.
He seems to be a permanent fixture in her life now, and she looks good. Maria’s mother that is. I am thrilled for them both. Happier still that my wife is happy for them.
The pozole smells incredible and I open the containers with all the toppings one at a time as I lower the heat to simmer.
I look in on her and it’s like she can feel the weight of my stare.
My body responds instantly, and I should feel like a lecher, but I don’t.
She took a shower earlier this morning. But I’ve been banged up before and I know there is nothing like bathing in your own home after so many days of being confined to a hospital room.
“Come on,” I whisper, kissing her sweetly.
She doesn’t resist me. And I fucking love her ready submission.
I have the water flowing, and all I need to do is kick off my sweats and remove her pajamas.
I do both, carefully. Then, I place her on the shower stool I ordered earlier this week.
“But I can stand,” Maria says, and she looks confused.
I don’t speak yet. My heart is beating me to death, and words can’t do this moment justice.
But when I kneel in front of her, I watch as Maria’s eyes fill with heat.
“Luc. Husband,” she whispers and my cock jumps.
My whole life, I didn’t think I needed anyone. I didn’t want to be a fool for a woman.
But I’ve been living one big lie.
Loving someone is not what I thought it was. It is not weakness or poison. It’s a fucking gift. And I intend to hold onto this one with both hands.
Maria is my everything.
I need her so damn much. More than I can express.
My wife is essential to me.
She is necessary.
I need to show her how I feel. So, I do. By taking care of her.
I squirt some of her soap in my hand and rub my hands along her skin. And it feels, it feels cathartic .
Like touching her is all the medicine I need.
“Luc,” she moans.
I run my fingers along her breasts in circular motions, teasing the nipples and lifting and squeezing them.
“I’m so hungry for you,” I whisper and suck one into my mouth.
“Are you sure that’s not just the pozole whetting your appetite?” she teases.
“Nothing against your mother, Baby Girl, but her cooking’s got nothing on you.”
Then, I grin, biting down on the hard little cherry inside my mouth. Maria gasps, then I go back to licking and sucking.
My hands continue on their mission, settling on her hot, dripping pussy and fuck, my wife is so wet for me.
My cock grows even harder.
I know I need to take it easy, which is why I am starting with this.
I’ve missed her so much.
Her taste.
Her heat.
Her submission.
I push her long legs wider, and she grabs my head, helping me reach my destination, which is between her thick, gorgeous thighs.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers.
I press my face into her sex and breathe in her scent. It’s lilac and honey and hot, sweet pussy. Her fragrance makes me wild for her.
“Please, Luc,” she begs.
My wife fucking begs. And I can’t deny her. I wouldn’t dream of it.
I swipe my tongue along her slit and her shocked gasp tells me she likes the new, bigger ball at the end of my piercing.
I grin while I lap at her again and again, feeding my tongue to her hungry cunt.
“That’s it, Baby Girl,” I growl as I plunge two fingers into her tight heat.
“Look at me, kneeling at your altar. You're the one I worship, Maria. And I'll prove it by praying on my knees. I’ll use anything to please you. My words. My hands. My lips. My tongue. And my cock,” I tell her.
I don't know where she gets that honey lilac scent that seems to surround her, but I adore it. Some of it is her soap, but it’s more her than anything.
I drink it in as I press my face against her.
I love her so much.
Every freaking inch.
Her hair.
Her eyes.
Her smile.
Her neck.
The valley between her breasts.
Her soft belly and long legs.
Those thick thighs.
Her bronze skin.
She is always so damn sweet and warm. I love touching her. I love the way she feels.
This woman is everything to me.
She is so brave and honest with her feelings. Even when she was lying to me, she never lied about that.
I’m acutely aware I did nothing to deserve her. I sure as fuck did not prepare for the profundity of being with her.
Every time we've come together, I lose control.
It's always me taking her anyway I can, leading the way.
Commanding.
Desperate,
Needy.
Searching.
But this time I want my wife to know how much I feel for her. I want her to take what she wants, what she needs from me. And I am determined to tell her.
I suck her clit until I feel her pussy clamp and Maria’s legs start to shake.
I’m so hard, I squeeze my balls to stave off coming on the tile like some green kid.
And Maria, well she just came, but she slides off the stool, and I catch her.
“It’s been too long. I need you inside me, Husband. Now,” she says, all want and need.
So fucking hot.
I lift her by her thighs and drop her right on my hard as steel cock, and warm water is raining down on us.
“That’s it. Fuck me. Show me what you like. Use my body to bring your pleasure. Yes, that’s it,” I say.
“Luc, so close,” she moans, and she is rocking, wiggling, and dropping her hot pussy right on me.
I’m seconds from coming, but I need her to go first.
“Show me. Be a good little wife and show me. Come all over this dick, Baby Girl. Right. Now,” I command.
And she fucking does.
Her pussy flutters and squeezes and I start to come, spilling my load so deep inside her, I swear I can taste it when I pull her in to kiss her lips.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her.
“I love you, too,” she replies breathlessly, a happy, dazed smile on her beautiful face.
A fter drying us both off, I change her wound dressing, and I carry her to bed. When I return with a tray of her mother’s soup, I feed her, bite for bite.
She lifts the rose I placed on the tray.
“You’re like that to me. A perfect rose,” I tell her.
“You mean, you think I have thorns?” she teases.
“Yeah, but I like your thorns, Baby Girl.”
“And I like your forked tongue, Viper Council,” she says back.
I raise one eyebrow and take the tray away, then I wrap my hands around her throat and straddle her thighs.
“The better to eat you with, Baby Girl.”
“I think you’re mixing up your fairytales, Husband,” she says.
But she’s already squirming beneath me, and I know my wife is already soaked for me.
“Maybe, but that’s because this isn't a fairytale. This is real. You and me, us, together , is very fucking real. And I am never letting you go,” I say and crash my mouth to hers.
“Now, lay back and open your legs. This Viper’s still hungry. And don’t move unless I say so, or I might bite you,” I warn her.
I am licking my lips as I find her clit with my tongue and a part of me is hoping she moves just so I can nibble her sweet flesh.
Fuck. Yes.
I moan when she does just that.