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Enzo is important to both of us. We double date with his,our, friends, Dec and Nora. Curtis and I work, giving one hundred percent to it, then meet afterward. Our relationship is not to the detriment of anything else. As much fun as we have together, we also enjoy space from time to time, something my parents could not handle. Hell, they were employed by the same company, were scheduled the same hours, which means they went and left in the same car.
Being with Curtis has helped me let go of my lingering resentment in regards to them. If it hadn’t been for him, giving me a taste of how it felt, an understanding of how it could happen, it might’ve festered. Souring all aspects of my life until I was too bitter to move beyond it.
It doesn’t excuse them their actions, or lack of them, but I now know that’s not a reflection on me. It’s on them.
And having made peace with my past, I’m ready to fully embrace the present and my future. Especially as both will have Curtis in them.
Which is why, when he comes home from his shift tonight, I’ll be waiting in his bed.
Naked
**Curtis**
I rub my eyes, wanting to make sure my imagination hasn’t supplied me with my ultimate fantasy.
Cydne giving herself to me.
Without hesitation, I start stripping, a new item of clothing landing on the floors as I make my way toward her. By the time I reach her, I’m down to my boxer briefs. Those remain only because she pleads, “Let me.”
Like I’m gonna say no to that.
The first swipe on the tip has me counting backwards from a hundred to stave off my orgasm. I do not regret delaying us having sex, but my dick was ready to crawl back into my body and hide from the ache I was inflicting on it.
Cydne soothes it all, bathing it with her tongue, apologizing for its suffering, then rewarding it with a hug…with her throat.
“Fuck me!” I exhale, my fingers tunneling in her hair and holding her head still as I seek my pleasure. Her nails dig in my skin, letting me know she’s enjoying it as much as I am. I don’t think that’s possible, but her right hand is frantically working her clit, so I guess I’m wrong.
She pulls back long enough to mumble, “In a minute,” then returns to her task. Which, apparently, is making me lose my freaking mind.
Knowing in the heat of the moment isn’t the best time, but unable to stop myself from shouting it, I yell, “I fucking love you!” I come, my seed pouring out of me, about draining me dry, then I watch as she brings on her own orgasm, tiny shivers shaking her, and I’m raring to go.
Helping her to her feet, I gently push her flat on the mattress, prepared to feast on her, but she has another idea first. “I fucking love you, too!” She screams, then she tilts her hips up, begs for me to fill her, so I do.
“Whatever my woman wants, she gets.”
Epilogue One
Cydne
Three years later…
I hear barking, then peek at my husband who is teasing me, his cock sliding back and forth across my pussy lips without entering me. Damn it. “Bringing out that animal side, huh?”
He stops, glances at me, then cocks his ear as the sound comes again. That’s when I realize it’s Enzo, so focused on Curtis reality had faded. “Cock blocker,” he mumbles.
“Our boy knows when it’s time for his walk,” I remind him.
“This is true, but we both also know he has this way of sensing when our daughter is close to waking.” This is also true. And that’s exactly what it is as not even two minutes pass before Olivia’s sweet chatter comes through the baby monitor. She’s a year and a half and has us, and Enzo, wrapped around her pinkie.
When we’d discovered we were pregnant, I’d contacted my parents, something I hadn’t done since our last conversation while I was in the hospital. You heard that correctly, they never once called to check on me, to question why I hadn’t gone home, why they didn’t see me during the holidays.
They’d acted as if no time had passed, like we’d just spoken. Until I’d told them I was married and expecting my first child. That seemed to finally knock them on their asses and they realized exactly how much they’d missed…on purpose.
I’m not saying the fences are mended entirely, nor that they ever will be, but there’s definitely a stronger glue holding some of the broken edges together.
As for my in-laws, while they still live down south, we seem them frequently, whether it be us flying to see them or vice versa.
Curtis and I straighten our clothes, which has me pulling my skirt back in place and him tucking himself in his shorts. Hey, we’re the dad and mom to a young child, our sex time is limited and we do what we can to make things more accessible when we get the chance.
