Epilogue 2

JESSICA

 

Five years later…

 

I feel my husband’s hand slip into mine and I turn to look at him with a smile.

His eyes are focused on the road and I study his gorgeous profile for a while, feeling a surge of love warming up every nook and corner of my soul.

It still happens sometimes that I am powerfully hit by the strength of my feelings for him and I almost can’t believe how lucky I was the day our paths crossed.

Some people will call that sheer luck and leave it at that, but I can’t, I know it’s much more than that —it has to be.

It was too fast, too sudden and too intense to be anything else but kismet.

For all of us, not just for me and Charles, that week in June was fated and brought us more happiness than we could have ever imagined and now five years have passed and we have been all blessed so many times, with love, children and a friendship that has seen us through thick and thin.

Ben is almost four years old now and is the perfect older brother to Alexis, who is two months shy of two and they’re both just adorable with Julie, our youngest that recently turned eight-months-old.

I have all the love I could wish for.

There’s nothing more I could ask for.

Aston and Lara and their little girl came back from an extended business trip to England just two days ago and yesterday Cora and Ster returned stateside as well along with their children so we had planned to do something fun and kid-friendly today, but Ster was still too jet-lagged —he really has no tolerance for oversea flights, especially after a lengthy stay in England that was mostly devolved to business and dealing with his less-than-pleasant relations. Cora was positively seething every time we spoke over the phone. Ster’s stepmother is a true witch, his father’s aunts are two overbearing, snotty snakes and on top of it all they had to attempt to solve one of his wayward brother latest messes.

They were so stressed, we send them off to a spa for the day to recover while we baby-sat for them and in the end decided it would be best to simply have a quiet evening all together at Lara’s and Aston’s.

Charles and I went out to get some last minute things and some weird-ass ice-cream for my sister; this second pregnancy is giving her all sorts of crazy cravings.

I smile thinking about yesterday at lunch when I walked on a green-faced Aston looking at her as she ate gherkins after dipping them in Nutella.

As we left, less than twenty minutes ago, my sister was having a bit of a lie-down; she is still a bit tired from the flight and also because she is carrying double the cargo I suppose.

We left the kids —we have seven amongst us— all with their beloved uncle Aston.

I smile as I think about it, he looks so serious and dour most of the times —unless he is looking at my sister or at his little daughter of course— you would think he would have trouble relating with small children, but he is actually great with them.

My sister calls him her cuddly huge bear, but of course not when he is within hearing distance.

I laugh a bit and Charles squeezes my hand.

“What, sweetheart?”

I shrug. “Nothing, I was only thinking about Aston minding all the little ones. He really is terrific with them.”

“He is you’re right.”

“Maybe we should go rescue him, though. They are terrible when they’re all together.”

Charles chuckles. “What? No, he loves it. He has always wanted a big family; this is his secret dream come true. Mine also…”

“What about Sterling?” I ask, laughing.

“His too, he just didn’t know until he was already in the middle of it, I guess.”

“Aww, you’re such a romantic, my love!” I tease and lean over to kiss him gently on the lips.

As it happens only too often with us when we are physically close, things get quickly out of hand and what started off as soft and playful ends with us battling tongues and kissing

so forcefully I feel it down to my pussy, my clit throbbing hard and anxious for my husband’s special brand of loving.

I feel his cock punch through his still zipped jeans as it grows even bigger and stiffer under my palm and I give it a gentle squeeze making Charles’s hips jolt up, a grunt leaving his lips and echoing in my mouth.

He covers my hand with his much larger one and pushes down making me press harder on his eager length then he pulls back, leaving me breathless.

“How much time do we have?” he asks, his voice gravelly and deepened by lust.

My chest raising and falling rapidly, I try to focus on the screen of my cell, instead of his magnificent erection fighting against the denim and I see that it’s still at least half an hour to dinner. We haven’t been gone that long.

“If we go all in now, love, we have more than enough,” I say bunching up my skirt and pushing my glasses back up the bridge of my nose.

His eyes immediately zero on my panty-covered pussy already sopping wet from his attentions; his hands busy with the zipper of his jeans.

He eases off the pedal, gradually lowering the speed of our car and bringing it to a halt.

I take a look around the see where we stopped.

We are already on Aston and Lara’s property, but still far enough that we can’t be spotted from the house so we are good to go.

I hear the snap of Charles’ seatbelt and I practically bolt mine open, incredibly happy that we just took his SUV today and not the sedan; the presence of our chauffeur would have put quite the damper on our sexy escapade.

I reach for Charles’ cock again, now free from its confines and standing proudly between us and as I curl my hand around its base I hear him hiss in pleasure, his hands diving in my shirt and furiously unclasping my bra to get to one of my nipples.

I moan when I feel the rough pad of his finger caress it and almost scream when he starts to pluck it and squeeze it, more wetness pooling between my shaking legs.

He lets go of me and starts to fight with the seat controls to pull it back and then I’m straddling his lap, skirt bunched up around my waist.

“Please come inside me, love,” I murmur, desperate to feel him and then I roll my hips, stroking his cock against my still covered aching, drenched pussy.

Charles grunts my name and I feel one of his hands grasp my hip and the other tugging my panties to the side and then he is sliding his firm long cock in to the hilt making my body explode on impact.

He doesn’t give me time to recover from the amazing sensation though and starts to thrust up and into me wildly, both hands splayed on my ass to keep me as close as possible to his driving hard cock.

“Oh, fuck, baby. You feel incredible! Your pussy is burning, I love it. I love you… I love you so much.”

“Oh, God, Charles, I love you, I love you… you feel perfect, perfect…”

I bury my face in the crook of his neck, wrapping both hands around his broad shoulders to keep myself steady astride him as he bucks against me, nearly dislodging me with the power behind his upward strokes.

Suddenly he brings my hips down hard and keeps me there, stopping his thrusts.

“Ride me baby…” he groans and I do as he asks with all that I am and all that I got, my hips bouncing and rocking against him and shoving his hardness as deep as it can go and then some.

When we go over, it’s simultaneous and fucking amazing, my orgasm almost knocking me out cold, my pussy clenching hard around him, reducing his breath to chops, long spurts of seed deliciously grazing my quivering walls and scorching a path inside of me that makes me go off again like a shooting star.

“Damn,” Charles grunts softly as we recover and I nod against his chest as we both breathe hard and ragged.

After a while we start to tidy up and fix our clothes.

Charles gives me one of his patented cheeky grins, one eyebrow up on his handsome face.

I smile at him. “What?” I ask.

He gives me a small kiss. “See, love? That was fucking awesome and we even got time to spare are we great or what?”

I laugh. “We are, babe… we are.”

 

THE END