Epilogue
One Year Later
Erik
The sun is warm on my skin as we cruise down the coastal highway, the salty air whipping through the open windows. Palm trees blur in a vibrant green streak against the impossibly blue sky, and the Pacific Ocean stretches out beside us, a shimmering expanse of turquoise and deep sapphire.
Every so often, a flash of vibrant color catches my eye—a hibiscus flower, a tropical bird—adding to the kaleidoscope of the island. We round a bend and approach the house, the same one where Astrid and I spent our honeymoon a year ago.
It's as stunning now as it was when we first saw it.
“Oh my God, this house steals my breath every time I see it,” my wife sighs beside me, staring dreamingly at the gorgeous structure perched on a gentle rise overlooking the endless ocean.
The house is a dream of wood and glass, its sleek and modern architecture perfectly suited against the lush Hawaiian landscape.
Large windows reflect the sky and sea, blurring the line between indoors and out.
The landscaping is immaculate, with manicured tropical plants and pathways leading toward the entrance.
As we pull up the driveway, the sound of the ocean grows louder, soothing and familiar. The air here feels even cleaner, carrying the scent of plumeria and the sea.
Astrid doesn’t know it yet, but this is our new home.
Nine years ago, I was certain I would never know a moment of happiness ever again. That was until a small boat docked on the shore of southern Farallon Island and out stepped the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Even with the distance between us, I knew she was special.
Every moment since has been equally special.
In a single year, we’ve managed to start our own shark conservation organization, which we naturally named after Moon.
We’ve visited several countries studying sharks and their habits while promoting their conservation.
Although my wife’s favorite shark has long since lost his tracking device, as intended, I know she still holds out hope she’ll meet him again.
We would have kept traveling until she did if not for the fact that we have a baby coming in a few months and my wife needs to be off the ocean and on solid ground before our little ray of sunshine arrives.
A year ago, I had no one, and now I have everything.
I stop the car and climb out, circling it and going to her side. I open the door for her, but instead of taking the hand she offers, I simply sweep her into my arms, drawing a delighted giggle from her.
“It’s our honeymoon all over again,” she laughs, wrapping an arm around my shoulder as she drops her head to my chest. “I wish we could stay here forever.
This place is the most beautiful place I've ever seen. Everything is so quiet, and the ocean looks so serene.” She lets out a dreamy sigh as I input the security code on the door.
“Remember the last time we were here and saw dolphins from the bedroom…”
Her voice trails off when I carry her into the house, and I don’t need to ask to know what’s made her stop.
The house is filled with all our furniture, paintings, and pictures of our families hanging on the walls.
There is even the large painting of Moon that I commissioned for her birthday last year.
“Welcome home, baby,” I say, nuzzling her neck.
“Erik...what is this?”
“Our home. I’ve never seen you fall in love with a place the way you did this one when we booked it for our honeymoon.” I brush my lips over hers. “So I bought it.”
“No way!”
I carry her across the threshold, then slowly lower her to the floor.
“By now, you should know that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Astrid.
” I take her chin, then lean down to kiss her.
“I want you and our baby to be happy. This house made you happy the last time we were here, so I just had to get it. I hope it continues to make you happy.”
“You make me happy,” she responds, her eyes filling up with tears as her arms come around my shoulders. “Wherever you are is where I want to be. God, I can’t believe you did this for me.”
“Do you want to look around?”
“Maybe later,” she says, lowering herself to the rug and pulling me along with her. “I’m thinking we should make our first memories here.”
“On the floor?” I ask even as my cock hardens to full mast.
“Right here,” she says, pushing me onto my back and straddling me, lifting her yellow sundress so her pussy is pressing against the ridge of my cock.
She bites into her bottom lip as she rolls her hips over mine, tugging down the straps of her dress to reveal her nude bra, but even that doesn't last as she tugs it off, freeing her swollen tits, pink nipples pebbled against her pale skin.
She’s an art piece. With the ocean roaring behind her, she looks like something straight out of a museum.
She’s a living painting that belongs to me. Will only ever be mine.
“Fuck me, angel,” I growl as her dress pools around her waist, leaving her chest bare. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting the velvet of her nipples on my tongue, but I make no move to do so, lying down and allowing myself to be seduced by my gorgeous wife.
And seduce me, she does.
Slowly, she strips out of every piece of clothing until she’s completely naked, straddling my lap and grinding sexily over my aching cock.
I watch her trace her fingers up her stomach and cup her breasts, rolling her fingers over her nipples before moving them up and pushing her hair off her shoulders to reveal the gentle lines of her neck.
Those eyes flutter closed as she rocks forward and back over my erection, dampening my pants with her arousal. I watch her, intensely aroused, as she rolls her hips over my shaft, her breath coming in soft pants and body growing flushed by the second.
“Oh God!” she cries out, slapping her palms over my chest as she rolls her hips faster and faster until…
“Oh…Erik…oh God!” She climaxes on a sob, throwing her head back as pleasure rolls through her body. She chants my name, her body trembling above mine, tits shaking as her pussy pulses above my erection. I watch her, balls aching and cock throbbing with need as she slowly comes down from the high.
“My turn now,” I say, flipping her onto her back before she can register the move.
I drop my head to her nipple as I work on my zipper, groaning when my hand closes around my erection.
I nudge her legs apart as I kiss a path up her body, licking her neck before pushing up to take her lips in a wet, feral kiss.
She whines into my mouth when I press my shaft to her entrance, then slowly slide into her wetness, filling her.
She secures her legs around my waist, pulling me impossibly deeper.
There’s a need in me to drive into her, rut her fast and hard, claim every inch of my gorgeous wife, but I hold back, choosing to take things slow.
“I love you, Astrid,” I say hoarsely, gripping her hip as I start rocking into her, groaning at her tightness and how fucking good she feels wrapped around me. “You’re my life. Mine.”
“And you’re mine.” She whimpers, arching her back and rolling her hips to meet mine. Our eyes lock on each other and stay there, the moment so painfully intimate that I could swear our souls merge into one.
I see her.
The woman who saved me from the island where I intended to hide forever. She came into my life.. She saved me. Her passion became my passion. As did her happiness and safety. Together, we fit perfectly, like pieces to a puzzle.
When the orgasm takes her first, I drink in every emotion that crosses her gorgeous face, filing it into my memory, and only then do I allow myself to follow.
~The End
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