Epilogue #2
Noah announced lunch was ready, and we all moved to the patio to eat.
I helped Benito get up and walked him up the steps so he wouldn't struggle in the grass. Everything we’d done in the backyard was with him and the children in mind.
I wanted our family to enjoy visiting, and that meant catering to Ava and Benito as much as possible.
Of course, it would benefit Ethan when he was older, and it served us well, too.
One day soon, we might have to put in a ramp and stop going past the patio if we wanted Benito to continue coming over, but we would cross that bridge when we got there.
Noah took over when his father needed help sitting back down, pushing his chair up to the table and then cupping my face in his hand. The kiss he gave me took my breath away, and then he pulled back.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“You’re welcome,” I responded automatically. “For what?”
“For being you.”
My chest warmed, and then he turned to serve everyone. It was noisy with little Ava talking nonstop in her toddlerese, but it was absolutely perfect.
When Ethan woke, Noah went inside to get him, settling him in Benito’s arms with a bottle.
The expression that man held while gazing down at my son filled me with all the love in the world.
Maybe it was lingering hormones, or maybe it was knowing everyone at that table would die for my baby the same as I would that made me realize how right everything was in my world.
When everyone had left and the live-in nurse had assured us she’d gotten Benito settled in at home, we went up to our bedroom.
Intimacy had slowly returned between us, especially since I’d taken a lot of time at home before heading back to the hospital.
Noah had been sweet and gentle, which was exactly what I needed at the time.
But now, I needed him to throw me around.
Ethan was probably down for the night, or at least until early morning, so I wasn't worried about being interrupted. The only thing I was worried about was expressing my wishes properly.
Noah turned the shower on, smiling at me as I came into the bathroom while he got undressed. Deciding it was the perfect opportunity, I waited until he was in the shower before I took my clothes off and stepped in behind him.
“Mind if I join you?” I teased.
Turning to face me, he grinned. “What if I do?”
I put my arms around him and grabbed his ass. “Do you, though?”
A deep noise rumbled through his chest, and he copied my stance. “Not even a tiny bit.”
Tilting his head, he kissed me softly, and I knew it was because he thought it was what I needed. The hands on my ass kneaded, pulling me closer to him. I felt the way he grew hard between us, so I took matters into my own hands.
Literally.
Sinking to my knees, I took his cock in both hands and stroked him.
Slowly at first, then with quicker movements, I caressed his balls and listened to him losing it.
His fingers twisted into my hair, loosening my bun until my wet hair hung over my shoulders.
Finally, I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, and he groaned loudly.
“You trying to be devious, baby?” he rasped.
I didn't answer him verbally, but lowered my head enough to choke on him.
“Goddamn.”
Hot water bounced off his back and sprinkled me in the face, so I closed my eyes to focus on my husband. Each bob of my head was met with a thrust of his own, until I thought he would come down my throat at any minute.
“If you don’t stop, I’ll be finished before I get to fuck you.”
I released him and sat back on my heels, looking up at him as he towered over me. Reaching down, he picked me up and shoved his way out of the shower, leaving the water running. Wisely, I chose to keep my mouth shut.
He collapsed onto the bed with me, soaking the comforter as we rolled.
Once he had me on my stomach, he slapped my ass a few times on each cheek as I cried out.
His mouth was on me, trailing up and down my spine, finding my nape and making me shiver.
I cried out when he flipped me over, using his teeth on my nipples until I was a writhing mess.
“Oh, God, please, Noah.”
Reaching for him blindly, I clutched his forearms when he lowered over me, but he didn't give me what I asked for. Instead, he kissed me, moving down and licking along my throat as I moaned. Each nipple was given the same lavish attention, and I lifted my pelvis in invitation when he caressed my belly. My scars no longer bothered me, not after all the times he’d worshipped them, and my skin had changed with pregnancy, anyway.
Lower and lower, he moved his hands until he stroked my thighs and pushed them wide, finding my clit with his thumb and pressing two fingers inside me.
Arching my back, I cried out when his tongue found me eagerly waiting for him. The sounds we made together never embarrassed me, but sometimes we were louder than others. Needing so badly to come, I added my fingers to his and sobbed out my release within minutes.
Noah lifted himself far enough to sink inside me, and I felt tears dripping along my temples as we connected.
The moment was too perfect to be real. Collecting me close to his body, he pressed his face to my throat as he raced to fill me with his cum.
When he stilled, our bodies tightly aligned, I held him close and whispered how much I loved him.
“How did we manage to find this little slice of heaven on earth?” he asked, rolling over beside me.
“I often wonder about that myself.” Propping up on his chest, I said, “But I had to stop questioning it. We’ve got to hold onto it, work for it, and cherish it.”
“You’re right.” Reaching out, Noah traced his thumb over my pulse. “Huh. I don’t remember leaving a mark.”
“Indeliby,” I said, leaning over to kiss him. “You’ve marked me as yours for the rest of our lives.”