Epilogue #3
My balls turn so hard, it feels like they’re dragging me down. I’m no longer surprised that she has this effect on me. I knew I was a goner the first time I saw her. I tried to resist my feelings for her, while knowing it was futile. And then, as I got to know her. As I saw who she was.
The fiery, sassy woman who could hold her own against me.
The woman who put her trust in me. The woman who drew out the protective part of me in a way no other submissive ever did.
I want to take care of her. Shield her. Hide her from the world, but I can’t be that selfish with her. Not when she has so much to offer.
But I can ensure that I’ll be by her side. So, when... If she needs my help, I’ll be there for her.
She’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted to keep close. The only partner who could satisfy my desires and who could be my successor. She complements me in so many ways. It's a perfect fit. The kind I never dreamed I could have.
And now I know, I can never let her go. My wife. My soulmate. Mine.
I slip two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy and curve them, brushing up against her inner walls.
Her knees threaten to give way. She grabs at my hair for support.
The tug on my scalp lengthens my cock further.
Fuck. She’s not the only one who’s going to come quickly, at this rate.
I increase the to-and-fro action of my wrist, adding a third finger to stretch her.
She shudders, and moans. And a stream of words spills from her lips.
“That feels so good.” She gasps as I lick around her swollen clit, sliding a finger back to play with the velvety eyelet of her forbidden opening.
Her thighs tremble. “I need to come. Please.”
I bite gently on the nub of her clitoris and growl, “Come then. Show me what an obedient slut you are.”
I glance up in time to see the jolt that pistons through her. Then she throws her neck back, and with a low sound, she gives in to the orgasm. Fat drops of cum slide down her inner thigh. I lower my chin, licking them up.
When she sways, I pull her down into my lap and arrange her, so she straddles me. Then I kiss her deeply. I taste her sweetness, mixed with that umami taste that is her cum.
She buries her head in my chest.
Reaching between us, I loosen my belt and lower my zipper and briefs. When my cock juts up, I position her over it.
Then I apply pressure on her shoulders. At the same time, I piston my hips up so I breach her.
She gasps.
A low groan wells up my throat. “You feel incredible, wife.”
She stares at me from under hooded eyelids. Swollen lips, flushed cheeks. Thick strands of hair have fallen from her French twist. I reach up and pull out the pins, so the rest of it rains down around her face.
“You are beautiful.” I reach up and slide my thumb inside her mouth. She sucks on it, and my cock jerks in response.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” I pull my thumb out and use both of my hands to hold up her hips, until I almost slip free. Stopping before I do, I thrust up, lowering her simultaneously, until I’m buried inside her again.
Her mouth opens; a moan escapes her. The agonized expression on her features tells me everything.
“I feel it too.” I squeeze her hips. “I feel all of you. You’re so tight. So hot. So wet. Such a good girl, taking her master’s cock.”
A whimper this time, and she shudders.
“You like it when I praise you, don’t you?” She nods.
“But you love it when I spank you.” I slap the top of her butt.
She throws her head back and pants loudly. “Oh. My. God.”
“You’re welcome.” I slap her other arse cheek, then the first again. I keep alternating until she’s moaning and whimpering and squirming to get away. But I hold her in place, so she ends up impaling herself further on my cock. I rub up against the secret spot inside of her.
Both of us inhale sharply.
Her body jerks and twitches. Sweat beads on her forehead. The moonlight reflecting off her hair forms a halo around her head. I could well be holding an angel in my arms. A beautiful whore in my lap. My wife. My everything. Only mine.
From the direction of the house, the faint sound of counting reaches us. Ten. Nine. Eight.
She digs her fingers into my forearms. And when I lock my fingers around her wrists, holding both of her hands in place with one of mine, her pupils dilate further.
Seven. Six.
The submissive stance I’ve twisted her into seems to push her to the edge. She flutters around my cock, and I know, she’s so very close.
Five.
I twine her hair around my palm to pin her in place. The tug of the hair on her scalp amps up her desire which, in turn, adds fuel to mine.
Four.
I pump up and into her with rhythmic precision. Sweat clings to my shoulders. I’m impossibly hard, pushing against her inner walls.
Three.
Two.
One.
Stars burst overhead. Silent. Almost otherworldly, as the design joins, then pulls apart, then forms a convoluted zigzag of starlight overhead.
It’s the New Year’s Eve drone show Arthur arranged, to celebrate his grandsons being married.
Faint squeals of delight, then clapping, reach us.
High in the night sky, the drones come together in a pattern that resembles a snowflake. As unique as the woman who’s impaled on my cock.
The light flickers over us, illuminating her features, picking out the copper strands in her hair and turning her skin into a stream of soft delight.
And when I growl, “Come,” as if in response, the drones above us pulse out a starburst of rays lighting up the night skies, and she shatters with a low cry.
I close my mouth over hers and partly absorb the sound, so we don’t attract the attention of my family, and because I’m greedy enough to absorb the sound into my body.
Her pussy suctions around my cock, milking it, and with a groan, I pour my seed into her.
Above us, the drones continue their aerial display. Coming together. Parting. They scatter light like stars, then burst into intricate patterns that dispel the darkness.
Each shifting pattern seems to reflect the emotions tangled within my chest.
I feel breathless, suspended, in a way where the only thing that matters is her. And me. Us.
In that way lovers have, where a glance means a thousand words, and our bodies lean into each other, communicating in a way that’s heady and potent.
I come and come, like it isn’t less than twelve hours since I last made love to my wife. But each time feels like the first. Each time her pussy quivers, it feels like the first time I sank into her.
Each time I look into her eyes, it feels like the first day of our lives together. She’s so full of my cum, it slides out of her. I push it back inside.
“That’s so filthy. I shouldn’t find it hot, but damn, if I don’t get turned on when you do that.” She wraps her arms around my neck.
Overhead, there’s a final burst of light that sparkles across the skies then fades away.
I slide my fingers into her mouth, and she licks them clean. Which, in turn, makes my cock twitch.
“Again?” She looks at me in shock.
“And again. And again. Though unfortunately, not now.” I help her off my lap, then pull out my handkerchief.
I wipe her clean between her legs. “If it weren’t my family back there, I’d have loved for you to walk around with my cum dripping from your cunt.” I straighten her clothes.
The tremor that overtakes her draws a groan from me. “You like the thought of that too.”
“What’s not to like?” She bites her lower lip. “My husband’s cum overflowing my pussy. That feels forbidden, which makes it more carnal.”
I observe her flushed features thoughtfully. “I might have created a monster.”
“You have created a monster.” She chuckles, then bends and tucks me inside my pants, before zipping me up efficiently. She begins to straighten, but I clamp my fingers around the base of her neck. “Complete the job.”
She blinks. “I did.”
I nod toward the wet patches from cum—hers and mine—which blot the fabric over my thighs. “Did you?”
Her gaze widens. She seems like she’s about to refuse me.
“Are you going to safe out, baby?”
She purses her lips. A stubborn look filters into her eyes. No, she won’t. My wife has a spine of steel. And a streak of determination which will never let her back down.
I slide my feet together, and she drops down, using my dress shoes to support her knees.
Without taking her gaze off mine, she proceeds to lick up the moisture from my slacks. They’re dark enough that the wet patches won’t be visible from a distance.
When she’s done, she nuzzles her cheek against my thigh.
Contentment washes over me. With her, I can be myself, and she loves it.
I ruffle my fingers through her hair, and she sighs.
I cup her cheek, and she turns her face into my palm to kiss it.
My shoulders relax. We stay that way for a few seconds, until she shivers.
“You’re getting cold; we should go inside.”
I help her to her feet, and onto the bench.
I pick up my jacket, which had dropped to the ground earlier, dust it off and place it around her shoulders. “I love you in my clothes.”
I smoothen down her hair and sit beside her on the bench.
“I love myself in your clothes.” She smiles.
I grin back.
We laugh, holding each other, that oneness, that sense of harmony, completeness, togetherness, convergence…
Every single word in the dictionary which signifies a merging of two people into one being, comes to mind.
Yeah, I’ve become like my brothers. Overcome with love for my wife.
And happy in my marriage. Once again, Arthur has won.
He’s the one who picked out Lark to be my bride.
Turns out, he was right. I can’t imagine myself with anyone else by my side.
A soft bark reaches us. Then Tiny pads over to us. He tries to sniff my crotch. Damn, Tiny knows what we’ve been up to.
“Sit, Tiny.”
He wags his tail and parks his butt on the ground.