Epilogue Lexie #3
“Oh yes, baby, God, so good, so good.”
There’s something deeply animalistic about Theo being clothed. My pussy is feverish and throbbing. I start rubbing my clit, but it’s not enough. I need him. His legs jerk when I give him one hard suck and release.
“Have you been good today?” I ask as I climb on to the bed, and swing a leather booted leg over him to straddle.
“Yes,” he says with a throaty rasp.
“Are you ready to get fucked by your wife?”
His chest jerks. He loves when I say this. “Yes, baby. Please.”
Such a good husband. I didn’t even need to remind him to use his manners this time.
Behind me, I palm his cock and hover my soaked cunt over the tip.
I swirl against him, power surging through me as I watch his fists turn white from gripping the sheets.
I linger, one moment, two, three, and then slide him into me.
“Oh, fuck yes, Lexie, it’s so good, it’s so fucking good.”
A hot shock runs through me as I fist his shirt and bury him in me. Moans and sighs and heavy breaths leave me. My ass slaps against his lap when I bounce to meet his harsh thrusts. “You feel so good inside me. I love how you fill me like this.”
“Let me touch you.” The pleading in his voice nearly pushes me over the edge, but I want to feed off his agony a little longer. “Please, baby, let me touch you.”
I love the desperation in his voice. I love it even more when I feel my insides hug his cock.
Giving up control, in any aspect, drives him insane.
I slide myself up and down a few more times with heavy, labored breaths.
A thin sheen of sweat glistens on my chest. I feel him expand inside me, growing impossibly hard.
I keep bouncing, faster, harder, taking him as deep as my body can handle.
I lean into him, press my tits on his chest, and pull him in for a deep kiss. “You want to take care of me?” I ask.
“Always.”
Yes, right now, we’re talking about sex.
But we both know it’s so much more. His personal mission is to right any past wrongs and to take care of me in every way.
I don’t have to work. For the rest of my life, I wouldn’t have to work.
Even before we were married, he put me on all his accounts and gave me access to everything.
It’s more than the chest tattoo he got of a raven-haired angel holding a gem with Lexie scripted underneath.
It’s more than letting me pick out our home or supporting my mother.
It’s more than helping me apply to schools, cooking dinner for me, and supporting me with my promotion even though it takes time away from him.
This man has given me his life. His soul.
He loves me and protects me.
And, my God, does he fuck me. “You can take care of me now,” I whisper.
The light in his eyes flicker. In one swoop, he lifts himself, rips off his shirt, grips my ass, and slams me on my back.
“Oh, shit…” My breath locks in my chest. His mouth destroys me.
His lips are on my mouth, my neck, my tits.
He’s sucking on any available skin, squeezing everything he can grip.
It feels like he’s been starving and this is the best meal he’s ever had.
He kicks off his jeans so quickly I barely register what’s happening, then scoops my legs. In a flash, he’s kneeling in front of me. Tingles spread through me as he licks my skin, starting right above the boots, then going higher and higher, until his tongue meets my pussy.
Sometimes Theo takes his time. He teases. Makes me work for it.
And sometimes he devours.
Today, he devours.
His tongue swirls and licks at my swollen clit and fuck, fuck, it feels so good. He sucks on my quivering skin and slides a finger inside me. “Mmmm… God, I love you so much…” his murmurs vibrate against my skin.
My body heats at the way my fingers look raking through his dark hair, the way his broad shoulders push open my pale, trembling thighs, the way the shiny leather boots look pressed against his muscular back.
He lifts himself, slides his tongue up my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps, and sinks his mouth on to mine. I taste myself on him, my wet desire, my love for him. I lick and suck on his tongue, I kiss him, I pull him into me.
When he pushes into me, a warm shiver runs through me.
“Oh…” I moan into his mouth as he stretches and fills me.
As he thrusts and owns me. As he shows me over and over that I’m his.
Every kiss, every touch, every moment, he proves I will always be his.
I want to eat his moans for eternity. I want to sink into him completely, to be held there.
To be marked, branded and joined together for life.
As he keeps pumping, feeding my starving body, whispering how much he loves me, he holds me, breaks me, and rebuilds me. Against all odds, Theo and I weathered our storm and found each other. With all my broken parts and all his, we continue to rebuild.
From now, until I die, I will love, honor, and beg for my husband.
And he will do the same.
This, I vow.