“Christ, look how hot this pussy is. So ready for my dick.” I licked up the hot seam, tonguing her entrance before swirling up to her clit and sinking my teeth in. “Sweet as fucking pie.”
Her legs began to quake, fingers grasping at the strands of my hair.
“Not yet, Mrs. I’m not done with you.” I pushed down the zipper on my jeans and stroked my cock from root to tip, deciding where I wanted her to take my come. Just the thought of spraying across her heavy tits made my cock leak, but so did the idea of sliding my length past those pert little lips. “Where do you want my come, baby? Tell me what makes you hot.” I laved up her neck with my tongue, fucking her with my hand and sliding the tip of my cock against her soaked lower lips, teasing.
“Deep inside, Brett.”
“Mm, your belly is round with what’s mine.” I shoved my cock in easily on the last breath, her breath hitching as she locked her legs around my waist. “Love you so much, I want an entire pack with you, Shayla.” Just the thought of her growing my child made my dick so hard my rhythm sped up, my thrusts more frantic. I was at the edge already.
“Yes, yes, yes, Brett, please,” she sang when my fingers pushed against her clit, sliding and massaging the hard little nub until she was shaking and crying and begging for more.
“God, nothing is as gorgeous as you creaming all over my cock, baby,” I grunted, just as my own orgasm cracked me wide open, my thighs shaking as my hips seized and long jets of cum coated her pussy. I gasped for breath, sucking in the soft scent of my girl, thanking God for every blessing I’d been given in this life.
Starting with her.
Epilogue 2
Shayla - five years later
I looked out over the landscape, the Pacific Ocean laid out before me like a postcard. The summer waves crashed on the shore, meeting the blond sand and leaving ripples in their wake. Seagrass blew in the wind; the smell of sweet summer vacations on the coast filled my nostrils.
Voices and soft music hummed from down the beach, and I inhaled a breath of fresh sea breeze, thankful for the small moment of peace.
"There you are, beautiful." Brett came up and slipped his hands around my waist. I laid my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes, reveling in the moment. "I’m thankful for so many things today, but seeing you in this dress again is the one I am most thankful for."
He smiled and turned me in his arms, placing soft kisses up the line of my neck and running his fingers into the hair pulled softly off my shoulders. The wind grabbed fallen tendrils and swirled them around my face.
"I’m so glad we could do this—have everyone here when we renewed our vows. And a built-in babymoon at that, I think I’m the luckiest lady alive. I’m so thankful Mia and Derek were able to take the kids for a few days."
“A few months from now, we’ll be a family of five, I can’t believe it.” Brett trailed kisses down my neck as his palms cupped my very pregnant belly. I’d been lucky that my wedding dress had been a flowy number, the folds of fabric were silky against my skin and generous enough to trail around my baby belly like I was a pregnant mermaid goddess...or beached whale. I felt like a little of both on any given day. Some women glowed through their pregnancies, I was not one of them.
I’d sworn up and down when our little girl was born four years ago that she was my first and only—. And then the little man had come along two years later--all hellfire and sweetness. I’d promised our family was complete, but it wasn’t a year later that Brett started talking about more babies in the house, and I was smart enough to know by now that when my husband had his mind on something, I had no chance of changing it.
Also, we made beautiful babies, and my husband had the ability to charm the pants right off of me, as proven by this babymoon vacation he’d orchestrated secretly.
"Everything was beautiful today."
"Most of all you," Brett whispered in my ear. He captured my lips with his own and ran his tongue along my bottom lip. I parted my lips and our tongues tangled together in a slow dance. I inhaled his sweet scent and the ocean breeze that swirled around us.
“This couldn’t be more perfect."
"Just like you." He ran his thumb along the curve of my mouth.
"Just like us."
EPILOGUE THREE
BRETT - five years later
“My caveman,” she murmured as I crossed into our room and set her down in front of the bed. She nipped her lip between her teeth and looked up beneath hooded eyelids.
“God, that look, baby.” My heart pounded in my chest. I traced a finger along her collarbone, ran it across her shoulder, and then gently turned her away from me. I slowly unhooked the tiny hooks on her dress and watched it pool at her feet on the floor. The sexy corset she was wearing accentuated the perfect curve of her ass, down to her creamy thighs. I ran my fingers down her soft legs and unsnapped the garters. They dropped as I ran my hands back up to her waist, dusting my fingers along the lace covering her pussy. She moaned and arched into me and my dick throbbed in my pants. I was so fucking hard for her; I’d been thinking about this moment all goddamned day.
I moved my fingertips to slowly unhook each hook of the corset before it dropped to the floor at her feet. I pulled her long hair around her neck and let it lay over one shoulder. She arched her neck and opened up to me. I leaned in and dusted my lips along her skin, over her shoulder, following the curve of her body.
“So beautiful. Every inch of you.” I inhaled the skin beneath her ear, taking in her soft scent. “I can smell you, how turned on you are. You have no idea what it does to me.” I thrust my aching hard-on into her ass to let her feel just how fucking turned on I was.
A muffled groan escaped her throat as she arched her back and threaded her fingers into my hair from behind. I sucked on the skin beneath her earlobe before I slowly turned her to face me.
“I have something for you to celebrate.” I pulled back, a seductive grin lifting my lips. “It’s been ten years since the day we met.”
“Oh...I'm ready and waiting.” She pressed her open palm to my rock hard erection with a sultry smile.
“I have something else.” I shook my head and bent to the duffel bag under our bed where I'd been keeping something for her.
She smiled before taking the present from my hands and hooking a finger in the wrapping paper. She peeled the paper away and I watched her eyes as they rose in surprise, her mouth forming a perfect O, before she put one hand to her mouth. “Brett,” the word escaped her lungs on a puff of air.
“It's a first edition of Walden: A Life in the Woods by Henry David Thoreau.” I had noticed my worn copy on her bookshelf. “It took me three years to wait for a copy to come up for sale.
“It’s so beautiful.” Her hands ran over the worn fabric of the cover.
“Is it okay? I didn't know what I could get that would mean enough.“
“Brett, it's so perfect. I never told you, but I did my masters thesis on Walden. It’s what inspired me to stay here, in the woods. It’s what brought me to you…” Soft tears fell down her cheeks.
My eyes narrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?” I swiped tears from her cheeks with my thumb.