Epilogue

Harry

One Year Later

I had thought I was going to be a nervous wreck. Grayson was on standby with a bottle of Jack Daniels to calm my nerves should it come to that. I didn’t need it. I was more excited than nervous. We had been planning the day for what felt like forever, and now it was finally here. I heard the organ music change and knew it was time.

Grayson put a hand on my shoulder. “There’s still time to run,” he whispered.

I laughed and shook my head. “When you see my bride, you’ll know why I have no inclination to run.”

I was staring down the long aisle of the church, waiting to catch a glimpse of her. Despite living together, she had made it very clear I was not to know what her dress looked like. My mother had developed a fondness for Amber and had helped hide every detail of the gown from me.

“Oh shit,” I breathed out when I saw her walk through the church doors.

Grayson let out a long, low whistle. “Damn. How in the hell did you ever convince that woman to marry your ugly ass?”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. She took my breath away. The white gown was modern and sleek and elegant. It draped over her curves, highlighting them without looking trashy. It was a simple dress. Simply gorgeous, just like my bride.

When she reached the point where I was standing and her father handed her off to me, I felt such an overwhelming sense of pride and love, it nearly knocked me on my ass. I couldn’t believe the woman standing next to me had agreed to be my wife.

Everything was perfect. Our mothers had planned every little detail. I was going to have to thank them. I barely remembered the preacher pronouncing us husband and wife. It was all a blur.

As we walked out of the church together, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me.

“We’re married,” she said with a huge smile.

I nodded. “We are. Can we skip the reception and go straight to the honeymoon? I want to get you out of that dress.”

She smiled. “We have to make an appearance. My mom said she would kill me if we left without getting through the cake cutting.”

“Fine. I’ll stay for that, but as soon as we get that knife through the cake, we’re out of there.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Thankfully, the time at the reception flew by. There were so many people I had to shake hands with and then all the traditional stuff that it was late by the time we finally made our way to our honeymoon suite.

“Go ahead and have a seat right there,” she said, gesturing at a chair. “I have a surprise for you.”

I nodded. “I can’t wait.”

She disappeared into the bathroom and was gone for a good ten minutes. I spent the time lighting the candles all around the room before pouring us each a glass of champagne. I heard the bathroom door open and spun around to see her emerge in the sexiest, naughtiest bit of lingerie I had ever seen.

“Fuck me,” I breathed out.

She laughed. “I was hoping you would fuck me.”

I chuckled low in my throat. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you every which way, wife.”

“I hope so. I’m dying to have you inside me. Your idea to withhold sex for the past month was not cool.”

I slowly walked toward her. “But it’s going to make this night so good.”

I reached for her and slowly spun her around, wanting to get a full visual of the outfit she had on. The white lace covered very little. My favorite part was the thigh-high stockings she was wearing.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered from behind her.

“Don’t make me wait. I’m aching with need.” Her voice was raspy.

I reached my hand between her legs and was pleasantly surprised to find the lingerie was crotchless. I pushed a finger inside her swollen folds and wasn’t surprised to find her wet and ready.

“You’re wet, baby.”

“I’ve been wet all day. Seeing you in that tux…” She stopped talking and shuddered.

I knew exactly what she meant. Seeing her in that gown had made me excited as well. I slid my finger in and out, circling her clit before pushing back in. I gently used my other hand to push her toward the bed, my fingers still working inside her.

“Oh, Harry,” she moaned a few feet from the bed.

I felt her body begin to spasm and knew she was ready to come. I pushed her hard, shoving her face-first onto the bed, and pushed two fingers deep inside her sheath.

She cried out as the first orgasm of the night coursed through her body. I was only getting started. I rolled her onto her back and looked down at her.

“That was to take the edge off. Now I’m really going to make you come,” I told her before dropping to my knees beside the bed.

My mouth moved to her inner thigh where I kissed and nibbled on the sensitive flesh before moving to her core. My tongue darted over her swollen clit. Her hips rocked up at the touch of my tongue against her flesh. I pushed my tongue inside and lapped at her.

Her body was quivering, and I heard her moaning.

“Please,” she begged.

I knew what she wanted. The woman was lusty. The month-long deprivation had been brutal for both of us. I had never seen or felt her get so worked up. She was hot and wet, and I knew she had several more orgasms in her.

“Ready?” I asked before sucking her clit into my mouth.

She screamed and nearly flew off the bed as the second orgasm sent her higher than the first. Her hands were fisted in my hair, pulling me away from her and then shoving my face harder into her pussy. I pulled back and looked down at my wife, panting and quivering on the bed.

The lace number she had on was sexy, but I needed her flesh against mine. I took off my clothes, my eyes on her body the entire time. I watched as her mouth parted and she licked her lips when I stepped out of my briefs.

I headed for the small bar in the room and pulled open the refrigerator. My special request had been fulfilled. I carried the small bowl of strawberries and the can of whipped cream back to the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched me with rapt interest.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

“I’m going to eat some strawberries,” I answered.

I popped one into my mouth before feeding her one.

“And the whipped cream?”

“I like whipped cream with my strawberries.”

My hands moved over the lace covering her breasts. The taste of strawberries in my mouth was making me anxious.

“I need this off,” I growled, and in a few violent tugs, I had torn the thin fabric from her body.

She lay there staring up at me in shock. I grabbed the whipped cream and covered her breasts with the fluffy cream before using my teeth and tongue to remove it from her. Then I moved lower. I sprayed a line of foam over her pussy and lapped it up, bringing her to another fast and furious orgasm.

I couldn’t wait any longer and had to bury my dick inside her. I stood between her legs, propped her ankles on my shoulders, and ran my hand over the silk stockings on her legs. She was still wearing the sparkling high heels as well. It was every man’s fantasy come true.

I thrust into her, feeling her tight wet sheath pull me in deeper.

“Oh god, you’re so fucking hot,” I said through gritted teeth.

She was moaning. “Fuck me. I need you so bad.” She groaned.

I pushed in a little deeper before pulling her body toward me. She trembled around me.

“Oh yeah, there you go. Come on your husband’s dick, baby.”

I rocked into her with long, slow strokes, building the tension with every move.

“More,” she cried out.

I rocked harder and slammed into her. She slid across the bed, and I hit it again with much more force.

“Fuck!” I cried when I felt her pussy melting around my dick.

I couldn’t hold back my own release and let go. It felt like the longest orgasm of my life. I kept coming. Her body squeezed and clenched down around me, pulling out every last drop. Even after I thought I was done, she orgasmed again, pulling me into another violent release before I came down from the first.

“Oh my god,” I groaned, feeling as if I had used every last bit of energy I had.

I couldn’t stand and collapsed beside her. I had to reach out and put a hand on her chest to make sure she was still breathing. It took several long minutes for me to breathe normally again and muster up the strength to move.

“Are you alive?” I gasped.

She moaned in response.

“I’ll get the champagne. I think we both need to replenish our fluids.”

She made a strangled sound that sounded a lot like a yes.

I managed to stand up and grabbed a washcloth to wipe the sticky residue from both our bodies before grabbing the champagne. We drank up and then crawled under the covers together.

“We’re married,” I said aloud.

She laughed. “Yes, we are.”

I held her tighter. “It’s crazy how it all worked out. Your wild idea for a fake engagement turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“My idea!” she protested.

I laughed. “Well, it may have been my idea, but you agreed to go along with it.”

“I did. You had to talk me into it, though.”

I remembered exactly how I had convinced her. “Sex. I persuaded you with sex. You were helpless to say no.”

She burst into a fit of laughter. “You’re right. I’ll admit it.”

“The house will be ready this week. Are you excited?” I asked, my own excitement in my voice.

“I am. I’m glad we decided to build. It’s going to be perfect.”

I sighed with supreme happiness. We had looked at a hundred houses. None of them had been exactly what we’d each wanted. My dad was the one who suggested we build our own, customize it to our tastes. The massive closet would be big enough to hold all our clothes. With Amber’s help, I had designed a beautiful garden area that we would be able to enjoy without worrying about tourists.

My love of landscape and design surprised my dad. He bought me my own company, and now I got to do what I loved every day.

“I don’t think my life could get any better,” I whispered, more to myself than her.

“I’m glad you’re happy. You’re a good man. You deserve every bit of happiness. Your dad seems to be very proud of you as well. Your mom is always gushing about you being a late bloomer. She thinks you’re pretty awesome too.”

I smiled. I was happy to have my parents’ acceptance, but the only person I truly cared about accepting me was right there in bed next to me. It was her love that had shown me who I could be. It was her encouragement that had given me the push to try. I would always love her.

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END OF THE FIRST STORY