by Cameron Hart
“Hmmm…” she taps a finger on her chin. I lightly tickle her ribs and she squeals and laughs, sloshing water all over the place. I’ll never get tired of her laughter. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Now stop!” She giggles, but it turns into a moan when I suck her breast into my mouth and slide my hands down to her ass, pulling her body tight against mine.
“Love you so fucking much, dandelion,” I mumble into her chest.
She tugs at my hair and I look up at her. She’s smiling, bigger than I’ve ever seen her smile. There’s a brilliant sparkle in her eyes and a dimple on one cheek. She’s so adorable. So fucking gorgeous.
“Love you, Roman. More than you could ever know.”
Epilogue 1
Six Months Later: Roman
“Dinner was so wonderful, Mrs. Santino,” Emma says to my mother.
“Oh, child, I told you. Call me Wanda. Or mom. Either one. None of this Mrs. Santino crap.”
Emma smiles and my mom pulls her into a hug.
“We’re so happy you and Roman flew out here to see us. I heard you’re not a big fan of planes.” Mom kisses her on the cheek and whispers something into Emma’s ear that makes her tear up a bit. I know they are probably happy tears or sentimental tears (who knew there were so many kinds of tears?) but I still don’t like seeing my dandelion cry.
Mom finally lets Emma go, and heads over to the kitchen to start washing dishes. I pull Emma into my arms, her back to my front. My hands circle her tummy – something I can’t seem to stop doing ever since she told me we were pregnant last month. I’m not ashamed to admit that I cried – yes, happy tears. It’s everything I didn’t know I wanted, and it’s one more thing that will tie Emma to me forever.
“You okay, dandelion?” I whisper as I kiss her temple.
“Yeah. Just these pregnancy hormones. Make me all mushy and shit.”
I chuckle and kiss her again, pulling her in closer to me.
“What did my mom say to you?”
Emma looks at me over her shoulder, tears shimmering in her eyes again. “She said she knows how hard it is to let love in, but now that I’m a part of this family, they’re not going to let me go.”
“It’s true, you know,” I whisper before nuzzling into the top of her head.
“God, you guys are too cute. Seriously. It’s kind of disgusting,” Tessa jokes. Half jokes. She loves it but is a little bitter. Her boyfriend broke up with her while she’s been home taking care of mom. Asshole. I’d beat him up, but he lives in Bali, so as far as I’m concerned, good riddance.
Emma giggles, a sound that I’ve been hearing more and more of lately. She finished out her degree online and got a job writing articles for a magazine based in Atlanta. We’ve fallen into a bit of a routine with work during the day and then cooking together at night. I’ve been teaching her everything I know, and cooking with her has become one of my favorite things to do.
We still go on dates – though nothing as boring or mundane as dinner and a movie. Well, we did go to a movie once, but it was a Hitchcock film festival, so I feel like that was out of the box enough to not be boring. Not that Emma could ever be boring.
I’m so fucking proud of her and the work she’s done over the last few months. I convinced her to start seeing a therapist. Emma of course fought me tooth and nail, and then made it up to me in spades while I fucked her into the mattress after the fight was over.
I have so much respect for the woman she is becoming. She’s still her strong, feisty self, but she’s learning to trust those fragile parts of herself to people who are safe. It’s made our relationship stronger, and I know her and Harper have only grown closer.
“What’s got you smiling, love?” Emma asks as she half turns in my arms.
“Just thinking about you, little one. How far you’ve come. What a lucky bastard I am to be holding you right now.”
She places a soft kiss on my lips and I feel her smile against me.
“Oh my God, you guys,” Tessa whines. “Come on, Emma. I’m taking you shopping.”
“Shopping?”
“Yup. Roman is going to give us his card and treat us to a shopping spree, aren’t you big bro?”
I narrow my eyes at Tessa, but of course I’m going to give her my card. Anything for Emma. Besides, she’ll need some maternity clothes soon. That thought as me smiling like a damn fool. Tessa returns my smile, and I’m hit with a wave of gratitude towards my family. I’m so glad Emma has them now too.
“Alright, under one condition.”
Both Emma and Tessa raise an eyebrow at me. It's too fucking cute.
“You guys should probably hit up Baby And Me for a few new outfits.”
“WHAT?!” Tessa’s mouth hangs open.
My mom drops the dishes she was cleaning in the sink and rushes over to where we’re standing in the living room.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” She asks, giddy with excitement.
I look over at Emma who looks shocked that I said anything. We didn’t discuss when we were going to start telling people, and it’s still really early in the pregnancy, but I really want her to see how excited my family is for her and for the little life she’s growing inside of her.
My mom and Tessa look from me to Emma, needing confirmation before they explode with anticipation.
Emma clears her throat. “I, uh, I’m pregnant,” she says, and then bites her lip. I squeeze her hand before she practically gets tackled by my mom and sister.
“Oh my God, oh my God, congratulations! I’m going to be an auntie!”
“And I’m going to be a grandma! Oh my gosh, sweetie, this is wonderful news! You’ve made us all so happy!”
My dad gets up from his seat in the living room and walks towards me with a huge grin on his face that I’m sure matches mine. “Congratulations, son.” He gives me a hug. I guess he’s still a hugger after the scare with mom.
Mom and Tessa are still all over Emma, but I can tell she’s feeling a little crowded and overwhelmed with their intensity.
“Hey, what about me? I played a part in all of this too,” I joke, hoping to get some of the attention off of Emma for a bit.
Both women give me a hug and then back off a little bit. Emma squeezes my hand and gives me a thankful look.
“So, I heard something about a shopping spree? I’m definitely coming with you,” mom says while clapping her hands.
Tessa takes one of Emma’s hands while my mom takes the other. They both drag her towards the front door. Emma looks back at me over her shoulder, a little apprehensive. I give her a reassuring nod. “You’ll be fine, dandelion. Love you!” I chuckle.
"Good luck!" My dad laughs as the women head out the door. Emma looks at me one more time and smiles. She's so fucking perfect.
Epilogue 2
Five Years Later: Emma
I roll over in bed and see Roman with an adorably boyish grin gracing his face, even as he sleeps. I’ll never get tired of this view. I reach out and trace my fingers over his tattoos. Several have been added over the years. He got the silhouette of dandelion on his ribs, with my name as the stem. He has Emmitt, Grace, and Alex tattooed on the inside of his left forearm. Our three beautiful kids, all of whom are miraculously still asleep at seven in the morning.
I take advantage of the rare moment of peace, and drop my hand lower, lower, lower, until I reach the massive bulge in his pants. He's already half-hard for me, which makes me grin. Roman must be having some nice dreams right now. I pull him out and stroke him up and down, getting him nice and ready for me.
When his cock is standing at attention, I lower my head down and lick the tip. After a few licks up and down, I open up and take as much of him as I can, hollowing my cheeks and sucking as I slowly move my head up and down his massive length.
His fingers weave in my hair, and I know he’s awake.
“Emma…” he groans.
I smile deviously up at him, his cock still stuffed in my mouth.
“Shit
, dandelion. Don’t stop now.”
I laugh as I slide back down, and his dick twitches at the vibrations. My tongue massages the sensitive vein throbbing on the underside of his shaft.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Come here, little one.”
I pop off of his dick and start to crawl towards him.
“No, I want your other set of lips, baby. Straddle my face, Emma. Right fucking now.”
I moan as I do as he says, my legs spread out on either side of his head. He massages my ass, moving his hands around to my inner thighs. His thumbs spread my pussy apart and I’m wide open before him.
“Love this pretty pussy. So fucking wet for me.” With that, he flattens his tongue and licks me, covering every inch of my cunt.
I lower my head back down and take him deep inside of my mouth, sucking and licking and putting all of my energy into getting him off. Roman groans as I deep throat him, swallowing the head of his cock down my throat. I feel the vibrations everywhere, sending a wave of juices flowing out of me. He sucks my wetness straight out of my entrance, dipping his tongue in my little hole and scooping out more.
I buck my hips as the sensation spikes through my body, already on edge. Roman spanks my ass, causing me to buck my hips again.
“That’s it, dandelion. Ride my face while you suck my big dick.”
I do as he says, bobbing my head up and down at the same tempo as my hips. I reach out and massage his balls, earning me a growl from Roman. He begins a relentless assault on my clit, giving me fast and hard licks, then slow and barely-there licks. It drives me wild. Roman grips my thighs, keeping me wide open for him as my muscles tense.
I arch my back and pop off of his cock as the orgasm washes over me, taking me under and drowning me in pleasure. Roman laps up my release and licks me right through it, never letting up. I get to back to work on his shaft, now swollen and angry looking, seeking a release of its own.
Roman sucks my clit into his mouth and gently bites down, causing me to cum again. He spanks my ass lightly.
“Get off, baby. Need to be inside of you,” he grunts, sounding like he’s in pain.
I climb off of him and crawl up his body, slamming my mouth down over his. We taste each other, which only makes our kiss more ravenous. Roman makes quick work of getting both of us naked, and then he guides me down to the bed so my back is on the sheets.
He wedges my legs apart and crawls up between them, positioning himself at my entrance. My legs wrap around his hips, urging him to move forward. Leaning down, he kisses me, slow and deep. I feel his cock entering me as he continues to lick and stroke my tongue in a passionate kiss.
He finally breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine while he thrusts in and out of me in slow, steady strokes.
“I’ll never get tired of being buried inside of this tight cunt, Emma.”
I moan, and he swallows the sound in his mouth.
“Gotta be quiet, dandelion. Don’t want to wake the little monsters till after I give you two more orgasms.”
I open my mouth to say something, but he snaps his hips, fucking me hard and deep. Roman trails his lips down my neck, sucking and nipping my sensitive skin. He makes his way down to my breasts, sucking on one and then the other before grazing his teeth over my pebbled nipples. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him in place. I dig my fingernails into his scalp, just the way he likes. Roman groans with a mouthful of my tit.
My pussy clenches around him, my body primed for another orgasm. He bites my nipple and just like that, I shatter for him, writhing and whimpering beneath his body.
Roman sits back on his heels and grabs my hips, moving my body up and down his cock, using me to get himself off. One hand slides up my tummy, my ribs, between my breasts, and wraps around my neck, applying light pressure. I meet him thrust for thrust, keeping up with his increased speed as he pumps in and out of me.
My swollen pussy is begging for another release. I know he feels it too.
“Fuck, Emma. I’m close, dandelion. Are you going to cum for me again? I promised you one more. Need you to make that pussy pop, baby. Need you to cum all over my big cock. Make me messy with your juices.”
He thrusts deep inside of me one more time and squeezes my neck. My cunt snaps around him, convulsing as I shake and let the orgasm roll through my body. Roman releases his grip on my throat, my lungs filling with oxygen, making everything so much more intense.
“Fuck, Emma, so fucking good. I’m gonna cum, baby.”
He stills deep inside of me and I feel his cock swell and pulse, shooting his release all over the walls of my pussy.
When he’s empty, Roman collapses on top of me, quickly rolling to the side and pulling me into his chest, kissing me thoroughly.
He chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose before resting his forehead on mine.
“What a way to wake up, dandelion,” he grins.
“Only the best for you, love.”
We stay snuggled up for a few minutes before we hear Alex crying from his crib.
"I guess real-life calls," I laugh.
“This is real life too, little one. Me and you. Forever. Don’t you forget it.”
I kiss him then, pouring out all of my love and gratitude. In all our years together, his sweet words never fail to turn me into absolute mush.
“Love you, Roman.”
“Love you too, dandelion. So fucking much.”
THE END
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