Epilogue
Layla
A Few Years Later
“Lay? Something smells incredible.”
Stefan’s voice carried up the stairs, and a smile spread across my face as I checked my reflection one last time. Red lace hugged my curves in all the right places. Stockings with the seam up the back made my legs look endless. The heels added four inches and a confidence I hadn’t felt in months.
Cece was sleeping over at Nessa’s. The house was ours until noon.
“Is that Grandma’s lasagna?” His footsteps moved through the house below. “Did you actually make it from scratch?”
Positioning myself on the bed, I propped myself against the pillows with one leg bent and the other stretched out. The pose was calculated. Provocative. Designed to make him lose his mind the second he walked through the door.
His footsteps hit the stairs. Each one brought him closer.
The bedroom door swung open, and Stefan stopped mid-stride. His eyes went wide first, then dark.
“Holy shit.”
“Hi, baby.” My finger traced along my collarbone. “How was work?”
“What work?” He stepped into the room, already yanking at his tie. “There was work today?”
“Apparently not memorable.”
“Nothing is memorable compared to this.” The tie hit the floor and his fingers attacked his shirt buttons. “What’s the occasion?”
“Does there need to be an occasion?”
“For you in that?” His gaze traveled slowly down my body, lingering on every curve the lace revealed. “Definitely an occasion. You’re planning something.”
“Maybe I just missed you.”
“We had breakfast together six hours ago.”
“Six very long hours.” My finger crooked toward him. “Come here.”
Three strides brought him to the bed. My hands grabbed his half-unbuttoned shirt and pulled him down, rolling us until he was flat on his back with me straddling his hips. His hands reached for my waist but I caught his wrists and pinned them to the mattress.
“Not yet.” My lips hovered over his. “Tonight is about you. Hands stay exactly where I put them.”
“And if I move them?”
“Then you don’t get what I have planned.”
His jaw tightened, but the tension drained from his arms as he let me press them into the pillows.
“Good boy.” A kiss landed on the corner of his mouth. “Following instructions already.”
“Only for you.”
My body slid down his, taking its time. Each button I opened revealed more skin for my lips to explore. His chest. His stomach. The trail of dark hair disappearing beneath his waistband.
“What exactly were you thinking about all day?” His breathing was already heavier. “You said you missed me.”
“Your cock in my mouth.” The belt unbuckled and slid free. “The sounds you make when I take you deep. The way you grip my hair when you’re close.”
“Fuck, Lay.”
The zipper dragged down slowly. He lifted his hips to help me pull his pants off, then his boxers, leaving him bare beneath me. Hard and straining, the head already wet with precum.
My hand wrapped around the base and stroked once, watching him twitch.
“Sitting in meetings all day, thinking about this.” My thumb circled the head, spreading the moisture there. “Crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs together because I couldn’t stop imagining how you’d taste.”
“Show me.” His voice was strained. “Show me how much you want it.”
My head lowered and my tongue licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock. He groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets.
My tongue circled the head, collecting the precum. “I could do this for hours.”
“I wouldn’t survive hours.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to work fast.”
My mouth took him in, sucking gently at first, then harder. My hand worked the base in time with my lips, stroking and twisting the way I knew drove him crazy.
“Jesus.” His hips jerked up. “Your mouth is so fucking hot.”
A hum vibrated around him and he cursed again. My throat relaxed as I took him deeper, letting him slide past the point where most women would gag. Years of practice had made me good at this, and every trick I knew came into play.
“Look at me.” His voice was rough. “I want to see your eyes while you suck my cock.”
My lashes lifted and our gazes locked as I worked him. The eye contact always pushed him closer to the edge, and I could feel him thickening in my mouth, his balls tightening beneath my fingers.
“Stop.” His hand grabbed my hair suddenly, pulling me off. “Stop, I’m going to come.”
“That’s the idea.”
“Not yet.” He hauled me up his body and flipped us, pinning me beneath him. “Get on your knees.”
The command sent heat flooding between my legs. “I thought tonight was about you.”
“It is.” His mouth pressed to my throat, teeth scraping gently. “And what I want is to taste you. Now get on your fucking knees.”
My body scrambled to obey, turning over, pressing my chest to the mattress and lifting my hips. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing, spreading me open.
“Look at this.” His breath was hot against my skin. “Soaking through your panties already. You really have been thinking about me.”
“All day.”
His finger hooked in the lace and pulled it aside. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth.” My voice came out desperate. “Put your mouth on my pussy and make me come.”
His tongue dragged through my folds and a cry tore from my throat. My fingers clawed at the sheets as he licked me slowly at first, long strokes from my entrance to my clit, tasting every inch.
“So fucking sweet.” He groaned against me. “Could eat this pussy forever.”
“More.” My hips pushed back against his face. “Please, I need more.”
His lips sealed around my clit and sucked, tongue flicking rapidly against the swollen bud. A scream muffled into the pillow as my thighs shook.
“Let me hear you.” Two fingers slid inside me, curling against my front wall. “Want the neighbors to know my name.”
“Stefan.” Thinking became impossible. “Fuck.”
His fingers pumped in time with his tongue, building me higher with every stroke. The orgasm coiled tight in my belly, muscles clenching around him.
“Close.” The word barely made it out. “So close. Please.”
His mouth sucked harder, fingers hitting that spot with perfect precision, and the wave crashed. My whole body convulsed, his name tearing from my throat, pleasure ripping through me in pulses that seemed to go on forever.
Gentle kisses trailed up my spine as the tremors subsided. My body collapsed onto the mattress, boneless and panting, and he settled beside me.
“Okay.” Breath still hadn’t fully returned. “Okay, wait.”
“Wait?” His laugh was low. “Not done with you yet.”
“I know, but.” Rolling over to face him took effort. “There’s something I have to give you first.”
“If it’s not the best fuck of my life, I don’t want it.”
“Oh, baby.” My hand reached toward the nightstand, fingers finding the object hidden under a book. “You’re going to want this.”
The plastic pressed into his palm.
His brow furrowed as he looked down at it. He turned it over. Squinted at the small window.
Watching his face, I held my breath. “Lay.” The word came out strangled. “This says positive.”
“It does.”
“But we stopped.” He sat up, the plastic stick clutched in his fingers, his eyes searching my face. “Six months ago. We agreed to stop trying.”
“I remember.”
“The doctors said our chances were almost nothing.” His hand was shaking now. “All those tests. All those appointments. Two years of timing everything perfectly and it never worked.”
“And then we stopped timing.” A tear slid down my cheek. “Stopped tracking. And apparently that’s what my body needed.”
“Two years, Lay.” His voice cracked. “I wanted to be strong for you. I wanted to be the one who said it would be okay, even when I didn’t believe it anymore.”
“I heard you.” The tears were flowing freely now. “Some nights. After we got another negative. You’d go downstairs and I’d hear you in the kitchen, just standing there in the dark.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” His thumbs wiped my tears away. “I kept thinking about all the things I was doing wrong. All the ways I was failing you.”
“You never failed me.”
“Felt like it.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Every month felt like I was letting you down.”
“We let each other down.” My hands covered his. “We put so much pressure on ourselves. Made it about schedules and temperatures and optimal windows. Forgot that it was supposed to be about us.”
“And then we gave up.”
“We chose peace.” A laugh bubbled up through the tears. “Chose each other over charts and disappointment. Decided that Cece was enough.”
“She is enough.” He pulled back to look at me. “She’s more than enough. But this.”
“This is a miracle.”
“This is a fucking miracle.” A wet laugh escaped him. “How far along?”
“Maybe six weeks. The doctor will tell us more tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.” He nodded, processing. “First thing tomorrow, we find out everything.”
“First thing.” My hand found his and placed it on my stomach. “There’s a person in there, Stefan. A tiny person we made without even trying.”
“Apparently I needed to stop scheduling sex like a board meeting.”
“The spontaneous stuff was always better anyway.”
His laughter shook both of us. Then his arms pulled me close, holding me so tight I could feel his heartbeat against my chest.
“I love you.” The words vibrated through me. “So much it terrifies me sometimes.”
“Same.” My face pressed into his neck. “Every single day.”
His lips found my forehead. Then my temple. Then the corner of my mouth. Then my lips, soft and slow, tasting like promise.
“We should celebrate properly.” His hand slid down my back. “Now that the big reveal is over.”
“You just want to finish what we started.”
“Obviously.” His teeth caught my earlobe. “My wife shows up in red lace, gives me the blowjob of my life, tells me she’s carrying my child. Pretty sure celebration sex is mandatory.”
“Mandatory?”
“There are rules about these things.”
“Show me these rules.”
He rolled me onto my back and settled between my thighs, and the celebration lasted well into the night.
THE END