“Come for me, kitten. Cream all over my cock while I fill you up. I wanna feel your walls squeeze me.”
“Duke!” she calls out, writhing and gasping before her back goes straight and her hands shift to my chest, her head dropping back on a long moan. She grinds against me and I can feel the pulse of her orgasming clit against my pubic bone. It’s enough to send me over the edge.
“Ava!” My fingers dig into her hips and I hold her tight, pushing up into her grind as my cock erupts, pulse after pulse spilling deep inside her. “Fuck!”
“Oh my god,” she gasps as she collapses onto me in a spent heap.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “That was… Fuck. It’s never been like that before.”
“Really?” she asks, lifting her head up and smiling sleepily. “Because I know I have nothing to compare it to, but I think it was pretty fucking—”
“Perfect,” I finish for her. “It was fucking perfect.”
“Yeah,” she says, laughing lightly. “I kind of can’t wait to do it again.”
“Lucky we’re married then. Because that means we get to do it again, and again, and again. For the rest of our lives.”
“I like the sound of that,” she says, giggling as I roll us so I'm holding myself over her and she’s looping her hands around my neck.
“Good. Because we’re just getting started here. It’s you and me, kitten. Till death do us part.”
“I love you so much, Duke,” she whispers.
“I love you too, Ava,” I return, lowering myself down and kissing her slow and soft, showing her what she means to me with every gentle touch and stroke of my tongue, promising myself to her and thanking the heavens above that this gorgeous woman was kept precious and pure, just for me. From this day on, I’ll treat her like the queen she is and make sure she wants for nothing. She’s the other half of my soul, the piece of the universe that fully completes me. She’s my sunshine in the rainstorm of life. She’s mine. And I’ll never take the fact she chose me for granted for a second.
EPILOGUE – AVA
2 years later…
“Do you see that, Duke?” I ask in a gasp as the ultrasound technician moves the transducer over my belly and a tiny little human appears in 3D on the screen.
“Yeah, kitten.” Duke sniffs, giving my hand a squeeze as he stares at the screen all misty eyed. “I see it. That’s our baby.”
“It’s so beautiful,” I whisper, watching the little legs kicking while feeling tiny little flutters internally.
“Would you like to know the sex?” the technician asks as she focuses on the screen and clicks away at the computer setup in front of her, taking measurements and pictures of the tiny babe inside.
“Do we?” I ask Duke, my eyes wide as an excited smile kicks up each side of my mouth. We’d talked about this before coming here today. The age-old question of finding out now versus getting a surprise at birth. We were both torn over the decision, and our loved ones obviously want to know so we can either have one of those reveal parties, or at the very least give them ideas of what kinds of things to buy in preparation of our little one’s arrival.
“You know somethin’,” Duke says. “I kind of think we do.”
“Yeah? I think so too,” I say, my grin fully fledged now as we both turn to the technician and give the go-ahead.
“It’s a…” she says, enjoying the moment with us as she explains where every part on our baby’s body is. They have a strong heart, and everything is developing as it should. So, in a few months' time, I should be giving birth to a happy and healthy baby boy.
“A son,” Duke breathes, tears in his eyes as he leans down and kisses me. “We’re going to have a baby boy.”
“He’ll be just like his daddy. I’m so happy, Duke,” I say, crying with happiness as my man and I hold onto each other while we watch the monitor and imagine our wonderful future as we let the news sink in.
When we found out we were pregnant, Duke and I were over the moon. We had been trying to conceive ever since our wedding night, and although we were trying not to put too much pressure on ourselves, it was starting to become a source of stress in our relationship. We loved each other fully and wholly, but that disappointment, month after month for almost two years, had us wondering if maybe there was something wrong.
We had booked in an appointment with a fertility specialist, and he did a pregnancy test just to be sure before we went on to do any other labs, and low and behold—two lines. I couldn’t believe it. I burst into tears. Duke burst into tears. And the both of us left that appointment so relieved and excited that we could hardly wait the normal twelve weeks to tell everyone. They were as excited as we were, and again, I was reminded why Whisper Valley is my most favorite place in the world.
Ever since moving there, I’ve had nothing but love and friendship from the people in town. Duke and Dottie have become my family, and Dottie has set up a space in her tattoo parlor where she displays my jewelry—something I’ve put more focus on since leaving my office job in Sugar City. I also spend a lot of time helping with the vineyard. We host weddings there now, and the grapevines are only a season away from bearing their first round of harvestable fruit. I can’t wait to go through the winemaking process and find out what flavors we produce. But thankfully that won’t be for a while yet, because right now isn’t the time to worry about wine. I’ve got a baby boy to think about.
“Do we tell everyone straight away? Or should we have a party to let them know?” I ask Duke as we leave the doctor’s office beaming.
“Knowing us, we probably won’t be able to keep from blurting the news the moment Dottie or Jade asks. But I’m willin’ to give it a try if you are,” he says, leading me down the city street toward a café so we can get some food before making the drive back to Whisper Valley.
