Epilogue #2
This kiss isn’t polite.
It’s hungry. Familiar. Earned.
She moans when I take the kiss deeper, and it goes straight to my cock. I’ve never wanted her more than I do right now.
I slide my hands down her back and tug her as close as I can get her, and her body curves into mine.
When we pause to catch our breath, she starts to unbutton my shirt, then moves to my pants, making quick work of the button and zipper.
The second her hand slides into my boxers, my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head.
I’ve been waiting all day for this. It’s been the longest foreplay of my life.
Agonizing. And I’m not sure how long I’m going to last the first time.
I walk backward toward the bed, her hand still on my dick. Then I feel my way down her body, looking for the zipper. I’m tempted to rip it off just so I can get her naked faster, but she might kill me if I did.
I find it on the side and drag it down, then take the material at her shoulders and push it slowly down her arms, and the dress falls completely just as it passes her breasts. I take her thong in my hand and tear it, watching it fall to the floor.
We turn together, and she gets on top of the bed, watching me as I undress. The hunger in her eyes tells me she wants to wreck me.
Her gaze tracks every movement.
Once I’m naked, I crawl on top of the bed, hands sliding up her legs. And when I reach her thighs, I take my time kissing and sucking, making her breaths shallow. Her hands find my head then, and like the good girl she is, she pushes my head right into her pussy.
“Silas,” she moans when my tongue starts to work her clit.
I slide a couple of fingers inside her. With my other hand, I reach up and take ahold of one of her breasts, then pinch her nipple. “Come, baby. Come all over my tongue.”
I can feel her pussy starting to contract around my fingers, so I pump them in and out faster. And when I suck hard on her clit, she cries out.
She lets go of my head and sits up to look at me. The look on her face is calm and sated. Because of me.
“Silas”—she strokes a hand over my head—“I really need you inside me.”
I lick my lips, smiling, then kiss my way up her body, stopping only to take a nipple into my mouth and suck. Once my cock is nestled in her pussy lips, I slide it up and down, working her up again. I stop moving when my tip reaches her open and push in just enough to drive her crazy.
I work into her, short and shallow pumps. Just as she’s about to grab my ass and pull me in tighter, I push back and sit on my knees.
“Turn over, baby. Face down.”
She gives me a shy smile. But I know she loves this position as much as I do.
“Get on your knees.”
As she lifts her ass and places her body just the way I want it, I can’t help but lean forward and bite her cheek.
“Mine.” I lick over my bite to lessen the sting.
She looks over her shoulder at me. “Yours.”
I run my hand up her spine, stopping at her neck, squeezing gently, my thumb resting on her pulse.
With my other hand, I run my fingers through her wetness and up to her asshole. She tilts her pelvis up when I do.
I take my cock and line it up. I push it deep enough that my head is tucked inside. Then I grab hold of her hip and slam into her. It’s hard and possessive.
“Oh God, Silas.”
“You feel so good, wife. I’m going to make you come so hard.”
I pull back to the crown, then thrust back in again. Her hips match my rhythm now.
I release her hip and lean over her back, placing kisses along her shoulders and spine as I thrust.
“I’m getting close,” she pants, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Me too, baby.” I circle my hips and push deep.
“Oh my God, do that again.”
So, I do.
When my thrusts become erratic, I sit back on my knees, and I take hold of her hair in my hand and tug, forcing her head to tilt back, but not enough to hurt.
“Silas!” she moans.
“That’s it, wife. Come for me.” I look down and watch as my cock moves in and out of her. My dick is slick from her arousal, glistening in the soft light. I spit on my thumb and press it into her ass, just past the tight ring of muscle.
The sensation makes her gasp and she pushes into me making my thumb slide in just a little more.
Seeing my wife come undone like this drives me wild.
My balls start to tingle and pressure builds.
Just as I feel the first pulses of her pussy strangling me, I start to come. I can’t hold it back any longer.
I pull out, and ropes of cum paint her back. “Fuck me, that’s hot.”
Our pace evens, then finally stops.
I let go of her hair, and it drops to the pillow under her. Her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath.
“That was intense,” she says, turning her head to see me as I get off the bed.
“Yeah, it was. And I swear, the longer we’re married, the better it gets.” I place a kiss on her lips. “Stay right here.”
“I literally can’t move right now.” She giggles.
I smile, walking over to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. I wet it and move to the bed to clean her.
Once I’m done, I settle in next to her on the bed. We tangle together under the sheets, sweat cooling, hearts still racing. I tuck my arm under her pillow, and she moves to rest her head on my chest, leg thrown over mine, like she’s daring me to go anywhere.
Not a fucking chance.
I kiss the top of her head and smile into the quiet, thinking about how we got here.
They say, What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Except when you marry the girl you’ve always wanted.
And this?
This is the part I’ll protect with everything I have.
My wife. My home. My forever.