Epilogue

CASH

 

One year later…

 

 

There’s nothing around me but the sound of the crystalline, azure waves crushing on the shore and Aria’s giggles as I twirl her in the water, her arms and legs fastened to my body as we smile, laugh and kiss.

My hands leave her thighs and reach behind her to splay on her beautifully rounded, firm bottom, clutching her naked, wet breasts to my chest.

“Cash, hold me, please, don’t let me go!” she blurts out urgently against my neck, her arms almost strangling me.

I pull slightly away to look her in the eye.

“I’ll never let you go, baby. Can’t promise I would, even if you wanted me to.”

“I’ll never want you to, love.”

She kisses me sweetly, her hazel eyes shining golden under the sun, her long wet curls brushing my forearms and tickling my skin.

Turns out my fearless wife who actually snuck out one day to ride Artax, got almost thrown off and did the same thing the next day, is scared of deep waters and doesn’t know how to swim.

Not that the little stubborn thing mentioned it to me of course, when I told her we were going to go away for two weeks to celebrate our anniversary and asked her if she would like to be by the sea.

To be honest though, my wife didn’t want a vacation as an anniversary present at all.

When I asked Aria what she would like to do, she made me fall in love with her even more —I didn’t know it was possible, because I already loved her so much it definitely hurt in that delightful way that only requited love can, I suppose.

She didn’t want another big rock on her finger or around her swan-like neck, she didn’t want a romantic date —though we did get one anyway, the day before we left, when she surprised me in my office with a picnic basket full of my favorites and hers. Her culinary skills are out of this world and we ate until we couldn’t almost breathe we were so full and then we fucked so much we burned all those calories up and got so hungry again we had to order takeout to sate our appetites— no, what she wanted was entirely different and selfless.

She said she wanted for us to rescue a struggling ranch as an anniversary present and help the owners get on their feet again, she wanted for it to become a tradition to repeat on every anniversary.

So you see, my woman, my lover, my wife is absolutely the best and she was ready to give up not a single anniversary present, but the next —hopefully— sixty ones as well.

That’s the kind of person she is and I thank God every day for it, for making me leave that FFC Board meeting at the exact moment I did and most of all for making her fall in love with me even if I acted like an ass and almost lost her in the process.

I decided to just go ahead and set up a charity in our name inside the already existing family’s foundation that will do just that, but then of course I ended up booking a holiday for us anyway because I really wanted two weeks alone with my wife.

We have so much to celebrate, we couldn’t simply stay at home.

Not only we have had a wonderful year together full of love, laughter and mind-blowing sex, but she just made me even happier a few days ago when she baked me my favorite cake

—red velvet—, curiously covered with a layer of blue and one of pink icing.

At first I didn’t get it, but man, when I did I practically hollered in joy. I was so loud that I send most of the staff at the manor running to us, afraid something was wrong.

They opened the door to my study, but never got to walk through it and I heard them hastily shut it close again.

I didn’t see who it was to be honest, my eyes were tightly shut, I had Aria wrapped around me and we were completely engrossed in a soul-shattering kiss.

In the last five days or so, I’ve had a hard time believing I could actually be so lucky, but I am.

It really happened, I found the love of my life, a blue rose in a world of black ones that only cared for my wealth; Aria made me rich in a way I had never been until I met her and now she is going to make my life —our life— truly complete, giving us a child, making us a family.

So you see, I had to take her away somewhere.

Now, had she told me she couldn’t swim even in shallow waters without panicking, I would have taken her to my chalet in Aspen to relax and enjoy the snow and lots of hot chocolate, but since she didn’t, I simply decided to take her to our private Polynesian island.

But it’s not a big deal, I’ll make her love this place and I’ll make a swimmer out of her even if it takes me a month —I haven’t had much luck teaching her in the last five days, but I can always postpone our departure if we feel like it.

“Don’t worry, my love. I told you: I’ll teach you how to swim, you’ll turn into a fish before our holiday is over.”

She wrinkles her nose at my turn of phrase.

I nod. “Alright not a fish, I do apologize. You’re far to pretty for that analogy. I’ll turn you into a mermaid, you’re already gorgeous like one anyway.”

She bites my chin and scoffs. “Flatter will get you nowhere.”

I shrug. “As long as it doesn’t keep me out of your panties, I’m cool with it getting me nowhere else.”

Aria shakes her head and smacks my shoulder, but I can see she is laughing inside, her eyes twinkling with it.

I press her more to me and my cock gets even harder, the large head jerking against the wet, smooth fabric covering her hot pussy.

She brushes her nipples against my chest and rubs herself against the front of my trunks and I’m suddenly very much aware that sea water is not the only salty thing wetting them.

“How about we start our next swimming lesson later, love? I’m getting all wrinkled and there are far better things we could be doing right now,” she says.

I feel one of her hand slide between us, under the waistband of my trunks and close around my girth.

Aria is bent on sabotaging my plans at every turn, but it’s not like I can really complain when she uses this particular technique.

She starts to stroke me more insistently, her thumb caressing my head in a circular motion every time her hand reaches it, turning me impossibly harder and bigger and making my legs shake.

I can’t do much but take the bait. “Better things you say, love? Such as?” I grunt.

Aria leans forward until her lips are on my ear, her hand relentless in her massage. She nibbles on my earlobe, making me jump out of my skin, more pre-cum slicking her motion as my dick extends to full mast, the waistband of my swimsuit no longer flat against my lower abdomen, the tip peering out.

“Well for instance, we could be fucking right now,” she whispers. “Right on our little towel on this desert beach, no one to hear us scream.”

“Damn, baby. You drive me absolutely crazy, you know.”

“Oh, I know, love, but it’s only fair since you do the same to me.”

She bites the point where my neck meets my shoulder, making my cock jerk again and my balls tighten to hard nuts full to bursting for her.

I reach down and unceremoniously undo the little ribbon keeping her thong in place, I rip the other without much care and throw the little scrap of yellow fabric in the water, making Aria scream and giggle, her arms coming again around my neck.

I groan, assaulting her lips with a harsh kiss and I start to wade us back to dry land, my legs kicking tall, white sprays of water all around us as I march purposefully, holding Aria still pressed against me, her wet, slippery cunt kissing my hard abs.

I stride to our beach towel and gently lower her on it.

I stand up again to get rid of my trunks and for a moment I just look at her, beautiful, naked and aroused on the white sand, her slightly tanned skin and golden curls glittering under the sunlight as if covered by hundreds of diamonds, her legs spread open for me, her pussy perfect and ready, her petals swollen, her wetness crying for me, her little pink pearl begging to be sucked.

I drop to my knees and lower my face between her thighs to do just that, making her arch and moan under me, her hands sneaking in my wet hair.

Her taste, a mix of sweetness, sex and sea almost has my eyes roll in the back of my head.

“Don’t tease me, Cash,” she whimpers frantically. “I want you inside of me.”

I oblige her, thrusting my tongue in her still impossibly tight slit and immediately feeling her walls clamp on it as my thumbs stroke over her sleek, hot outer lips.

Fuck, no matter how much I give my cock to her and how hard, her pussy continues to squeeze me like a too closely and oh-so-perfectly fitted pink, velvety glove.

Aria mewls, her body bowing off the towel.

“Cash, please, just get inside me,” she purrs.

“First come for me like this, love. I want your sweet orgasm to flood my tongue.”

I don’t know what did it exactly if my insistent licks or my words, but Aria immediately smashes in a million pieces, digging her nails in my back and moaning my name over and over again as her hot honey dribbles in my mouth and wets the stubble on my chin.

Her pleasure almost drives me to my own, I have to grasp my balls and yank them hard to keep the cum from shooting out.

I climb on top of her, urgently lifting her legs until her luscious thighs are resting on either side of me on my forearms.

As I cover her delicious breasts with kisses and licks, she reaches down for my cock, encircling it at the base with her palm and stretching her fingers down to tickle and stroke my sack, until my eyes cross.

I move her hand away and thrust all the way in to the hilt in one go, burying myself inside her willing, loving pussy, my aching balls grinding against her ass; a thick spurt of cum leaving my cock on impact.

I have to stop to gain my composure or this will be over entirely too soon, but my lovely, passionate wife wants it and wants it now so she starts to buck under me, forcing me to stroke back and forth even as I still try to catch my breath and hold my cum.

“Fuck, Aria!” I hiss, lifting her more and grabbing her ass with both hands. “You are so going to get it, baby!”

She moans, biting her full lower lip, reddened by our kisses.

“Can’t wait,” she breathes out; her pussy clenching around my throbbing cock.

I shift her to a better angle and then I start to rut into her, forcing every single inch of my hungry cock inside of her, her screams almost deafening the lapping sounds of the sea behind us.

“Oh, God, Cash! I’m going to—” she cries as she comes undone again, her hot little cunt milking my cock as I pump in and out of her snug, molten heat, feeling my own orgasm already tingling up my spine and blasting in my heavy balls.

“Fuck, love, you feel so fucking perfect,” I growl roughly, my breath catching in my throat as I keep on fucking her, driving us both beyond the confines of pleasure and then I let go, my seed jetting out and coating her convulsing pussy as Aria crests on her third orgasm.

“Holy moly!” she whispers breathlessly in wonder, making me laugh.

I don’t think I even knew how to laugh like this before I met her.

I turn us to the side, my fingers stroking protectively over her still almost flat belly as my lips descend on hers once again.

She pushes back a little and makes me look at her, her hands spread on either side of my head.

“You make me so, so happy, Cash and I love you so very much.”

I smile down at her and start to deliver a fast series of kisses all over her face, nose, forehead, eyes and lips, making her giggle.

“I love you to Aria, more than I can say.”

 

THE END

 

 

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