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Epilogue Two: Frederick
Ismile when I walk in to the house in absolute chaos. My three year old daughter and my two year old son are running wild with about a dozen other children from the Castle siblings.
“Where are you, baby?”
“In the kitchen,” she hollers.
I walk in to find her standing in front of a pony birthday cake and trying to light a match while she tries to keep another small child from grabbing at frosting.
“Why don’t you let me take that?”
I pick up the cake and carry it over to the counter, lighting the candles quickly. Then she smirks. “Always have to try and show me up!”
“Nope. Just good.”
“Uh-huh.” Her green eyes flare. “Show me later.”
“Absolutely. Let’s get through this party though.”
But after taking care of dozens of crazy kids for the last few hours, I put my own in bed and find her passed out, sound asleep.
I take a shower, tempted to reach down and grab my throbbing dick, releasing some of the pressure. But I want my wife. So I’ll wait for her.
And when I walk out of the bathroom, my towel wrapped around my waist, I find her sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I wanted to get cleaned up. And you’re exhausted, sweetheart. We can wait.”
She shakes her head violently, her red curls flying. “I need you,” she whimpers, holding out her hand.
I step up to her and she pulls the towel off, her little hand slipping around my aching cock.
“Oh my god,” I groan. “That feels so good, Poppy. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” she sighs, leaning back. I fall across her on the bed and my hands rove her body, pulling off the satiny chemise she’s wearing. Moaning at the beautiful piece of art spread out on the bed under me.
And I lose myself in her, rolling her over top of me and sliding her down my thick length, groaning when she rotates her hips.
Over and over she grinds on me and it feels like a bomb building up, the pressure almost too much to bear. My hands grip her silky thighs and the two of us roll, until I can drive into her again and again until she’s screaming and writhing under me, her pulsing, fluttering heat sucking me in until I lose myself in the sweetest release I’ve ever felt.
“I love you,” she screams, lost in her own pleasure.
Then she falls across me and I growl, “I love you too, baby. I love you so much.”
And she slips into sleep, while I watch her, awed once again by my fiery, beautiful wife. By the love and laughter she’s gifted me with over the years.
And god, I hope that I have an entire lifetime to love her. But no matter what, I’m giving her a lifetime of love every damn day while we’re on this wild planet.
Nothing is too much for her. My lovely, beautiful, wonderful bride. The woman that holds my heart in the soft palm of her hand and always will. The same as I hold hers in mine.
For eternity.
