I stepped back, enjoying the sight of her juices coating my cock as it slipped free before flipping her over. She stood on her tiptoes, begging to be filled. As I lined myself back up, I spread her cheeks and watched her tight little hole pucker up.
“What’re you doing?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. I had yet to take her there despite multiple promises to do so. While today would be no exception, that did not mean I could not torture her in the meantime.
I reached into my top drawer for a little bottle of lube—something my insatiable wife had decided we needed in every room “just in case.” Her eyes widened as I uncapped the top and tipped it over, letting it glide over her entrance.
“Rion—” Her eyes rolled back as I entered her while running the pad of my thumb along her hole. I increased my pressure as she pushed back against me, seeking more of the delicious friction. It was euphoric watching her chase her pleasure, watching her grow needy and wanton with each pass of my digit.
Calia’s head fell forward as I pushed past the tight ring of muscle and began fucking her in tandem. She mewled and clawed and screamed as I pounded into her. Sweat beaded along my brow as I fought to stave off my own pleasure. My enjoyment came from far more than how good it felt. It was also knowing and watching her reaction to the things I did to her body.
Fuck me, she was beautiful.
The soft flesh of her ass jiggled as I pounded into her. All too soon, I felt her begin to quake as I curled my thumb and massaged her walls. “Are you going to come for me,wife?”
She nodded, begging me to keep going. “Gods, yes.”
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” I crooned between thrusts. My fingers bruised her skin as she erupted beneath me, her orgasm shattering any hope I had at staving off my own.
I followed her over the edge, spilling deep inside of her. She pulsed around my cock, the aftershocks milking me until I had nothing left.
I drew my thumb out and leaned forward, kissing her shoulders as she lay limp against the desk. “Stay right there,” I whispered, carefully pulling out and sitting back in my chair. I pulled her cheeks apart, hypnotized at the sight of my release glistening in her cunt. “I will never tire of this,” I said, reaching up and pushing it back inside of her. I met her gaze and murmured, “I will never tire of you.”
The moment was shattered as my phone began ringing again, but I did not answer it. Let them wait. Leteveryonewait.
After all, there was no event without us.
“I guess we really need to go,” she laughed, leaning against the desk as she stood on shaky legs.
“If we must,” I sighed, bending forward and picking up her shorts. I stopped before handing them over. “I want my cum spilling out of you as you walk down that aisle later.”
Calia blushed but nodded. “Is this where I should thank you for my wedding present?” She reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me into a soft kiss. “Whatever you say, husband.”
The endearment filled me with immense pride, even more so knowing it would be reaffirmed later today.
The night I asked Calia to re-marry me, my anxiety was so high that I could barely eat the meal I prepared. She asked me a thousand times if I was okay, to which I tried my best to assure her I was. However, I nearly fainted as I dropped to one knee and pulled the ring from my pocket with trembling fingers. Thankfully, she tackled me to the ground and peppered me with a thousand kisses, shouting the word yes after each one.
Was it my most confident moment, letting my nerves best me? Absolutely not. However, it was a healthy emotion, and I looked back on the memory knowing my father would be proud. I was healing.
“Are you sure you want to marry me again?” I asked, cupping her cheek. “This is your last chance…”
She thought about my question, smirking as she replied, “I have a choice?Well… I better think about this?—”
I cut her off, pressing my lips to hers. “Never mind,” I said quickly, throwing her over my shoulder. “Forget I asked.”
“For what it’s worth,” she said, laughing as I smacked her ass, “I willalwayschoose you.”
CHAPTER FORTY
EPILOGUE
CALIA - 15 YEARS LATER
“Another one, daddy! Another one!”
I smiled as I crept along the hallway outside my husband’s study, knowing all too well what I would find if I peeked inside.
Being a parent was a strange reality that neither Rion nor I saw ourselves experiencing. When I found out, I panicked, instantly worrying about whether I could be a good mother. I cried for three days before finally telling Rion the news, expecting him to be as worried as I had been.
To my surprise, he scooped me in his arms and whispered soft praise in my ear until my initial panic subsided.
