Epilogue
ORSON
Four years later…
“Megan’s pink.”
“What was that?”
Orson moves his lips from my pussy and looks up at me. “I think I’ll open an art supply company and name a paint color Megan’s pink. After your pussy.”
He winks and goes back down on me before I can respond. My back arches as he sucks my clit, and I stretch my arms up over my head, filling my lungs with air as my orgasm comes crashing down on me.
My hips twist, grinding against his face as wave after wave of pleasure rock me.
Back when I worked at the diner, some of the older women used to tell me that married couples eventually get tired of having sex with each other. “You just get used to it,” they would tell me.
Maybe that’s true for some people, but for me and Orson? Never.
If anything, our lust for each other has grown. We can’t keep our hands off each other, which is a bit of a problem now that we have our little baby boy running around the house.
Tyson. He was born nine months after Orson proposed to me.
I thought I knew happiness, but nothing could prepare me for what it was like to be a mother. Holding him in my arms with my husband by my side and Trish tearing up, was a moment I’ll never forget.
“Happy anniversary,” Orson says, scooting up on the bed and wrapping me in his arms.
“Has it really been four years? I can hardly believe it.”
He nods and kisses me hard and deep. “Four incredible years.”
He’s right. When I think back to my life before Orson, it’s like I was another woman. A woman who never could have dreamed of actually being a successful artist, of having her work hanging in prestigious galleries, of signing autographs and selling pieces to the rich and famous.
I will admit, my first show at Julie’s gallery had my heart racing.
I skipped my morning coffee just to try to keep my nerves down. But Orson and Trish came with me—my two emotional bodyguards—and I not only managed to make it through, but I also enjoyed myself.
Speaking of Trish, she’s now found herself a man too. Carlton, a real estate developer who is tough in public and looks like a member of a biker gang but dotes on her in private. We have them over to the house for dinner almost every week.
Oh, and Chuck is in prison serving ten years for fraudulent business practices. Sometimes I like to remind myself of that when memories of him threaten to invade my mind.
I glance out the window as the last rays of sun set over the gardens. Even now, after four wonderful years, I sometimes pinch myself just to make sure.
“Baby?”
Orson looks up. He’s been kissing my nipples as I daydream. “Yes, angel?”
“This is real, isn’t it?”
He frowns. “These?” He squeezes my breasts. “They feel quite real to me.”
I giggle and slap him gently on the shoulder.
“No, this.” I gesture to the room, to him, to the life surrounding me that was once only a fantasy. “I’m not just gonna wake up tomorrow back in my apartment, am I?”
Orson’s lips twist into that rakish smile that always gets my blood going. He grabs my leg and pulls, lifting it up over his hip. My breath catches as he slides inside of me. So hard. So thick.
Even now, I still feel that slight hint of pain as he stretches me to his fit. His length always tests my limits. He’s already warmed me up with his mouth. I feel my climax starting to rise in my belly.
“You’re not dreaming, angel.” He buries his face in my neck, kissing me passionately as he ruts deep inside me. “And you know what?”
“What?”
“I think it’s time to get you pregnant again.
” The feeling of his hot cum spraying inside of me triggers my orgasm.
I cover my face with my pillow to muffle my shouts as I give myself to my release.
I feel my slick drench his cock and spill down onto the sheets as my hips rock against his and he fills me up.
“Oh, Orson…” I mewl, letting my eyes go wide and my jaw drop. It’s moments like this that solidify our love for each other.
One moment of doubt. That’s all there was. And since then, there’s been nothing but commitment. An unbreakable bond between us that will last a lifetime.
“I love watching you come, princess.”
“And I love making you feel good, Daddy.”
He kisses me all over, our hearts beating together in sync through our chests. I’m already picturing it now. Our future. My second pregnancy. Will it be a boy or a girl? We’re going to have to think about names.
I giggle, and Orson picks up on it. He lifts himself and stares down at me with those blazing green eyes that never fail to excite me.
“What is it?”
I trace his jaw with my fingers. Sometimes I just like to admire how handsome he is.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about our future. About us.”
His smile broadens. “You know what? So was I.”
He leans in and kisses me. That kind of kiss only a husband can give his wife. A montage plays in my mind. Our first meeting, the time I first stepped into this house, our engagement, our wedding, my pregnancy, and Tyson’s birth.
I’ll always be thankful to Trish for the many memories that never would have happened if I hadn’t gone on that date.
So many memories…and so many more to come.
THE END
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