Bonus Epilogue
Nine years later
– FIERO –
She’s wearing a full-face mask and nothing else. Tits swing when I move her body on all fours. Fuck. My wife is gorgeous. After all these years, and giving birth to two children, she’s still as stunning as the first day we met. Delicious curves I can grip hard to fuck her as hard as we both crave.
Sex is a single moment in time and yet it connected us for life. Many moments have come and gone after the life-changing instant between us. Though, every single one is as perfect as the next. Our world transformed when the ground beneath our feet shifted.
After the birth of our son, Finley, everything changed again. We became a family. Time needs to be divided, prioritized, and it was all thrown into the air again when Miranda, our daughter, was born two years after Finley. We adapt, and that’s what life is all about.
And life right now is fucking great. Floris is watching the kids and we’re down in the basement, playtime for the parents. Oh, yeah, when I officially turned over the family legacy to Floris all those years ago, I changed the basement into our own pleasure cave.
A large bed, straps, whips, vibrators, dildos, every-damn-thing to drive my woman crazy and spice things up between the slow lovemaking we do in the bedroom.
I can hardly put her on all fours in our bedroom and have her screaming in pleasure, waking up the kids in the process. Like I said, we adapt.
“Such a fine ass,” I murmur and caress the lush cheek.
She leans into my touch and I quickly slap her ass.
“I didn’t say you could move. Now, stay still so I can play with your tight little hole.” I step off the bed and walk over to the shelf with the wide choice of vibrators.
Grabbing one we made through a mold so it’s a carbon copy of my cock, I grin and take the bottle of lube with me.
I’m going to fuck my wife in the ass and pussy at the same time.
Double penetration by the same cock. Damn, that’s one fine thought and my cock is already leaking precum by the mere thought.
“Keep your eyes forward,” I order. “Or I’m going to whip your pussy, leaving it empty when I play with your ass.”
I can see the walls of her pink pussy clench and hear her breathing pick up. Sweet balance. My cravings meet hers and it’s a delicious combination. I uncap the bottle of lube and drizzle some between her ass cheeks, making sure to spread them to cover everything.
Placing a hand between her shoulder blades, I press down to make her cheek hug the mattress.
Her ass is still in the air, giving me the perfect angle to fuck her deep.
Taking the vibrator, I turn it on and the slight hum makes her breath hitch.
I tease her clit first, enjoying the gasps and moans tumbling over her sweet lips.
I slide the vibrator through the pair of lips between her legs, and her pussy starts to suck it right in. My cock twitches at the sight, knowing how hot and tight she is. Not as tight as her ass I’ll fuck when I’ve filled up her other hole with this rubber one.
Slowly I slide in and out easily. She’s already soaking wet and the lube is making it easier to pleasure her. Quinn is fisting the sheets, and the moans are telling me she’s close. I lean in and bite her ass cheek, making her scream.
“Don’t come until I’m deep inside your ass, wifey of mine. We’re going to come together and you’re getting ahead of things.”
I catch the muttered curses she tries to mute by shoving her face into the pillows. In response I shove a finger knuckle deep into her ass, thanks to the lube, and I’m treated to another scream.
Oh, yes. The difference between making love between the sheets in our bedroom is quite the opposite of her cursing me to hell and back when I fuck her into oblivion in the basement. Balance. We all need sweet balance in life.
“Please,” my lovely wife begs on a whimper.
I caress her curves and place a hand on her belly before gliding it down to pinch her clit in response.
“Asshole,” she growls, and I swear her tight ring winks at me.
I slide my finger out and fist my cock to push the fat head of my cock against her asshole. “What was that, honey?”
She takes my damn breath away when she pushes her ass back, making my cock slide inside her tight ass a few inches.
“Motherfucker,” I growl.
I swear she fucking giggles and says, “What was that, honey?”
My chest swells and overflows with love. This woman. My wife. The mother of my children, and the love of my life. Never a dull moment, I can tell you that.
“Keep clenching your pussy. Don’t you dare make that vibrator slide out or I won’t let you come,” I grunt and grab her hips.
Thrusting, I slide deep into her ass, feeling the vibrator rub against my cock as I start to fuck her. Bliss. Ultimate bliss anyway, anyhow, and it’s all due to the chemistry between us. Long, deep, and hard strokes.
Grunts. The sound of bodies slapping against one another. Harsh breathing. Moans. The scent of pure sex fills the air and it’s intoxicating. I can feel the tingle deep inside, the electricity, the need to come and let my orgasm overtake my body.
It’s why I pinch her clit and order, “Come for me.”
She shoves that tight ass harder back on my cock to fuck herself toward the orgasm she needs and screams, “Fierrrooooo.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I quickly grab her hips to keep her, and myself, in place as I unload myself in her ass. My cock thickens, pulses, twitches, and I groan as I rotate my hips to make sure I give her everything.
Blissful is the kind of connection you have with the person who completes you. My woman will stand strong beside me, gives it to me straight, respects me, and is loyal while creating freedom together instead of building walls between us.
Quinn is my person, and I’m hers. I knew she was special the first time I talked to her, and I still feel it with every touch. My lungs are burning, and my heart is racing. Slowly pulling out of her ass, I remove the vibrator and place it on the end of the mattress so I can crash down beside her.
Wrapping my arm around my limp wife, I pull her close and bury my face into the crook of her neck. Breathing her in, I close my eyes for a second to memorize another perfect moment we created.
Quinn turns her head and our mouths merge in a sweet and slow kiss. There was nothing sweet and slow going on a moment ago and yet it was the perfect mutual exchange. Pulling back, she gives me a stunning smile.
“I love you more,” she whispers.
I chuckle and kiss the tip of her nose. That right there is my line, the one I always give her whenever she says that she loves me. Meaning I just told her without words how much I love her.
“More and more every day,” I add, and it’s the fucking truth.
Our love grew with baby steps, making it limitless and doesn’t need the actual words to show our feelings. We will always do things our own way and will keep going for as long as our hearts keep beating.