by Selena
“Does it feel good?” I ask. I know that’s not everything. Sometimes she freaks out when it feels good more than when it doesn’t.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “It feels good.”
“You feel good, too,” I tell her. “So fucking good.”
This time, she makes it until I’m all the way in again, gripped so hard inside her cunt that I want to scream. Instead, I see panic flicker in her eyes, so I sit up, wrapping my arms around her. I cradle her gently so she won’t feel trapped in my embrace.
“Come back to me,” I say, gently stroking her hair back from her temple. “It’s just you and me, El. You’re safe, and I love you.”
She stills, not continuing but not pulling away, either. We sit there for what feels like forever while I talk her down, trying to say the right thing, do the right thing, be what she needs. At last, she nods, draping her arms over my shoulders and moving a bit. I hold her hips gently, so she can pull back when she needs, and I help her move, slow and gentle strokes. When she’s breathing hard, I loosen my grip, letting her ride me at her own pace, choosing her own rhythm.
She moves faster, harder than I expected, her bare cunt gripping me like a vice as she slams down on me. The sensation of her slick, hot walls around me makes me nearly explode. I stroke her tits, thumbing her nipples while she rides me. When she’s ready, she throws back her head, letting her long black hair tumble down her back, and a shudder wraps around her body as she sighs. That one quiet, long, breathy sigh is the most soul-satisfying sound I’ve ever heard.
Her walls clench around me, and I can’t help but groan at how insanely hard she squeezes my cock. I watch her cum, watch her come undone, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I want to watch her and not worry about getting mine, but I can’t stop myself. The sight of my beautiful naked wife lost in pure bliss pushes me over the edge.
When her cunt pulses tight around me, I let myself go, wrapping my arm around her back and grinding up into her as I explode with everything I’ve been holding back for months. She cries out as my hot cum spurts into her. Before I can react, she grips my shoulders, gasping out two words.
“Don’t. Stop.”
Together, we are lost. Lost to everything but what truly matters. This moment, right here, right now, and the long-overdue pleasure we find in each other. Lost to everything but each other, two broken souls who thought they’d never find love, never deserve it.
Our bodies meld in bliss, locked together like our souls have finally fit together in perfect alignment, fusing into one love. I know in that moment I’m well beyond saving, that there’s no hope of me ever resisting the love I thought I could deny. I love her beauty, her delicateness, even her brokenness. But I also love her strength, her mind, her sharp tongue. I love that she’s a match for me, that she made me fall for her without even noticing. That she challenges me and makes me grow so much it hurts. And god, I love fucking her. I give her everything I have, not just my body but my soul, my heart, my life. She is all that matters.
We are all that matters.
This.
Us.
Forever.
epilogue
One Year Later
Eliza
“I have a surprise for you,” I say, grabbing King’s hand the moment he walks in the door. I pull him into the living room before he can ask.
He looks around and smiles. “It looks great,” he says. “Did you clean?”
“The maid did that,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Now come here. I got you something.”
“You already sent me a picture today,” he says, a naughty gleam in his eye. Even though I don’t need to do that anymore, and King can feast his eyes on me any time he wants and satisfy himself with my body instead of his hand, he still likes it when I send him racy pics. So, I keep doing it.
I hand him a small, wrapped box. “Before you open it, I just want to say… Thank you. For being so patient with me, and working with me through my therapy, and my relapses, and—Just thank you. For everything. I want to say I don’t deserve it, but I’m not allowed to say that anymore.”
“That is correct,” he says, leaning in to kiss me. “And you didn’t have to get me anything. But thank you.”
“You taught me that,” I say. “That I’m worthy of love. That it’s okay to accept it.”
“I think you’re confusing me with your therapist,” he says with a grin.
“I’m not,” I say, shoving his shoulder. “She only says that. You do it. You’re the one who works with me on it. You’re the one who loves me and forces me to accept it.”
“Damn straight,” he says. “Now, are you going to propose, or can I open this?”
I laugh and shake my head. “I think you have to be married more than a year before you can renew your vows. Open it.”
“It’s been almost a year and a half,” King reminds me, but he obeys. He opens the box and stares down at the little white wand inside. I wait, not even breathing, waiting for him to say something. I start to think this was a really stupid idea, and what if he’s not excited, and he doesn’t consider this a gift?
At last, he raises his eyes to mine, and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear they’re a little shiny.
“You’re pregnant?” he asks.
I nod, biting my lip to keep from squealing out loud.
“I know, it took my stubborn uterus long enough,” I say. “I was beginning to think we jinxed it by saying we’d tell people we couldn’t have a baby.”
“Well, we have been trying awfully hard,” he says with a little smile, removing the test from the box.
“You might not want to touch that,” I say. “I did pee on it. In fact, now that I think about it, a symbolic gift would have been a lot more sanitary. You know, like a keepsake rattle or—”
King interrupts my rambling by leaning and kissing me hard on the mouth. I melt into him, not realizing how much I needed him to be excited about this until he shows it. He kisses me long and deep, his tongue roughly claiming mine, his big hands wrapping around my still-slender waist. He lays me back on the couch as if I’m as delicate as the baby will be.
“So, you’re happy?” I ask with a breathless little laugh.
“Want me to show you how happy?” he asks, taking my hand and pulling it to the front of his pants, so I can feel the hard ridge of his cock.
“Wow, I didn’t know the thought of me getting fat and swollen was such a turn on,” I say. “Or is it the thought of sealing the pact between our families that has you so hot and bothered?”
“It’s the thought of what I’m about to do to you in celebration,” he says, a wicked grin on his lips.
“Tell me more,” I say, wrapping my legs around him. It took way too fucking long to get here, and I’m enjoying every single moment of it now that I can have sex without freaking out the majority of the time. Things were a little rocky for a while, but I’ve been working through them in therapy and with King, and lately, even my ovaries must have relaxed and come around to the idea. At least, that’s the only explanation I can think of. Lord knows we’ve tried—over five hundred times, if anyone’s counting.
I am, but not for any creepy reasons. I feel a sense of triumph every time we cum together, as if I’ve earned a ribbon—#1 at Successfully Completing Intercourse. So, I started counting the victories, because my therapist said I should count small victories. I don’t know if she meant literally, or if orgasms qualify as small, but I figure it doesn’t hurt anyone and it makes me feel accomplished, so why the hell not?
After King and I add another tally to the number, we end up on the living room rug, staring at the ceiling.
“I guess it’s time to convert the guest room into a nursery,” I say.
“Maybe Bianca could help,” he says. “If you’re in an on-again stage of your relationship.”
I grin. “She’s going to be so jealous. I can’t wait to tell her. I bet your uncle’s too old to even get her pregnant.”
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sp; King just shakes his head. “I will never understand your relationship.”
“So, stop trying.”
“Trust me, I did that a long time ago.”
I smile and lay my head on his arm. “Unless she actually tries to get you killed, you can assume we will be best frenemies for life.”
“Fair enough,” he says, rolling toward me and gently stroking his fingertips down my bare belly. “We’ve got a lot to do to prepare. Nursery, babyproofing, all the stuff, names…”
“I was thinking about that,” I say. “If it’s a girl, how about we name her Crystal, after your sister?”
“I’d like that,” he says, his eyes going darker the way they always do when he talks about her. I know he’ll never get over that loss, that he’ll always feel the sadness, but maybe this will help just a little.
“And if it’s a boy,” he says. “Maybe Jonathan, after your brother?”
“I was thinking Anthony,” I say. “After all, both our dads share that name.”
“We can definitely put that on the list of options,” he says, cracking a small smile. He’s gotten pretty bossy in the bedroom, which I am actually enjoying, but I try to nip it in the bud when he does it out here. I may be happy being his wife, but I still bristle at the thought of anyone controlling me. But a baby name is something big, something we should both be on board with.
“Okay,” I say, laughing. “We have nine whole months to decide. In fact, I saw there’s a class on making your own baby food downtown. I thought I might go.”
“What have I gotten myself into?” he groans. “You want to name our daughter Crystal and make your own baby food? Next thing I know you’ll be changing your name to Star Child and making hemp necklaces.”
I laugh and give him a shove. “And you’d love me just as much.”
“Fine, you win,” he says. “I would love you just as much. But I’d rather you change your name to Pussy Galore and go make me dinner, woman.” He gives my ass a playful swat, and I throw a leg over his and give him my most inviting smile.
“You know what they say,” I remind him. “A woman can be good in only one room in the house. You get to pick which one.”
“Hold on, let me order a pizza,” he says, reaching for his phone before pulling me on top of him. We find our perfect rhythm together, the one we taught each other, the one that is pure magic, so perfect it created the greatest miracle inside me.
Love.
The End.
This concludes King and Eliza’s story. I hope you enjoyed it! The next book in the series follows a new couple—Al Valenti and Bianca Luciani. Needless to say, this is a romance with a large age gap. If that’s your jam, or you’ve never read age-gap and want to give it a try, click here to pre-order!
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