Epilogue 2
Michael
“You have to support her head, Roman,” I growled.
“I’m rearranging her, dumb ass. I have kids of my own, ya know.”
“Yeah, and your wife was my kid first, so I know more than you do.”
Roman sent me a scathing look before looking down at my daughter, Jasmine, and smiling.
He reached out a finger, and my heart may have melted a little watching my daughter wrap her little hand around her…
brother-in-law’s finger. I was still working on a title for him.
I preferred “asshole,” but my daughter was too precious to hear swear words floating around. I’d just call him that in my head.
“I forget how tiny they are,” he said.
“It does go by fast.” I sat next to him, my attention focused on Jasmine’s perfect little cherub face. She looked exactly like Lucy, and if I stared at her too long, I’d get emotional thinking about it.
Roman sent me a sly look. “Luce said you got the snip.”
I rolled my eyes. I should’ve known that whatever I shared with my wife eventually found its way to my daughter and her damn husband. “We don’t want any more. I’m getting older now as well, and I want to be able to enjoy her while she's young. While I still can.”
“Jesus, you’re only forty-seven. You’re talking like you’re half buried already. You’re more fit than some of the college boys I teach.”
Well, I had to be to keep up with my hot, young wife.
It took a heck of a lot of effort not to be overwhelmingly jealous when she was in college—surrounded by all those young men vying for her attention.
It was part of the reason I married her quickly—apart from being madly in love with her.
I just couldn’t have her start college with these horny young men thinking they had a chance.
“Yeah. But Dee and I talked. It was her idea to stop after one. You know me, I’d give her ten kids if she wanted them. But I gotta tell ya, I am relieved. I forgot how tiring a newborn is.”
Roman smiled. “Yeah. But then they grow up, and you’re wishing for those nights again.”
I thought about Lucy and those hard nights trying to get her to sleep… and how, later on, when she went off to school for the first time, I wished I had those sleepless nights back.
“Oh, good. You’re not fighting!” Lucy breezed in the door, and I craned my neck before relaxing when I spied my wife following behind her.
I stood up and immediately went to Dina, gathering her up in my arms and kissing her soundly.
Lucy cleared her throat, and Dina pulled away, blushing. “Hey. Why don’t you two go upstairs and have a nap or something? Roman and I are fine to watch…oh, okay. Bye!”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I trusted our daughter with her big sister and Roman, so any opportunity to spend time alone with my sexy wife, I took.
“You’re eager,” my wife giggled against my mouth as I tipped her onto our bed and followed after her.
I pulled down her jeans, and she lifted her butt so I could wriggle them off. Next came her panties. I could already see a wet patch from how eager she was. I was in a rush to taste my wife. I couldn’t wait.
My tongue swiped through her folds as she gasped and moaned. Her fingers tightened in my hair, scratching through my scalp as she pulled on the strands.
I opened her folds with my fingers and buried my tongue in her pussy.
Her scream was muffled, and I knew she’d stuffed a fist in her mouth to keep her noises to a minimum.
As much as I wanted to keep eating her, we were on a time constraint here, and I wanted to fuck her to orgasm. Plus, I really did want a nap too.
I lined my hard, leaking cock up with her hole and carefully sank in. It had been ten weeks since my wife gave birth, and although she healed well, I still wanted to be extra gentle.
Dina's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and I bent down to yank her t-shirt and bra off. Her pretty tits, now big and heaving, bounced as I made love to her. Her face was flushed, and a light sheen gathered on her brow. Fuck, she looked so beautiful in the throes of ecstasy.
Her head shot back, her smooth neck exposed as her mouth opened in a silent scream. I couldn’t last that long either, especially when I felt her juices squirting on my cock. I groaned as my pleasure peaked and I threw my head back, thrusting through my own orgasm.
I came down on top of her, panting and grunting like I’d just discovered sex for the first time. But that’s how I felt whenever I fucked my wife; like we were making love for the first time.
I placed a kiss on her lips. “I love you,” I murmured.
She kissed me back, passionately and sweetly. “I love you too.”