Epilogue
Better Days
Sasha Walker
“You’re beautiful, Mrs. Walker.” His voice made me raise my head from where I’d been crooning over our child. I glanced at him leaning against the doorjamb, and I smiled.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Walker,” I answered lightly. He was naked apart from a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair made darker with water. Droplets ran down his tanned chest, and once again, I found my eyes drawn there. To the perfection marred only by the puckered scar over his breastbone. The reminder of the bullet he’d taken to save my life.
I moved silently away from the small bassinet supplied by the hotel for our daughter. She would sleep peacefully now, and that was just what I needed. Some alone time with her father.
“Are you tired?” he asked, and I loved him for it. My sleep had been disrupted for the first months of Paige’s life. She’d arrived squalling and had remained that way for six months. But things had settled as she neared her first birthday, and those restless nights had made way for blissful sleep.
I couldn’t help checking on her through the night, though. Perhaps I was overprotective. But who could blame me? Not long ago, I’d never believed I would have either of them. Or any of this…the life we now shared. It had seemed incomprehensible. And I would fight for it with my last breath. Not that it seemed necessary anymore. Our life couldn’t be more perfect. I couldn’t be more loved or cherished.
Still, he never took it for granted that I would have the energy for intimacy. It was a groundless concern. I could never get enough of him. Even though we’d made love every day during the week since we’d started this vacation, I still wanted him now.
A tightening down below made me lick my lips as I walked toward him. He recognized my expression immediately, and his eyes narrowed slightly. His lips curled up a little, then curled more as I reached for him and grasped the front of the towel at his waist.
“Oh my,” he murmured as I tugged the towel free and ran my eyes down the hard, naked length of him.
“Oh my,” I mimicked as I saw how his cock had immediately begun to stiffen in response. I shut Paige’s door carefully, then put a hand to his chest and pressed him away from the doorway toward our own bedroom. There was a sprawling four-poster bed that dominated the space, and I planned to put it to good use. Right now, in fact.
His erection was jutting like a homing beacon by the time I’d pushed him back onto the bed. He chuckled as he stretched out before me and folded his hands behind his head.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I said beneath my breath.
“Me? Beautiful?” he replied. “Men can’t be beautiful.”
“Youare,” I insisted. “Like some kind of god. I should be offering a sacrifice.” I straddled his thighs and ran my hands down his chest and over his taut belly.
“A sacrifice, huh?” he responded. “Like a virgin or something?”
I swatted him playfully, then curled my fist around his shaft and felt a swirl of satisfaction as he sucked in a breath. “A bit late for that, I’m afraid,” I answered. “Though if you close your eyes, we can always pretend.” It wouldn’t be a tall order. Even after nearly two years, every time I skewered myself on that monster of his, it was like being taken for the first time.
“Oh, Sweetness, there’s no way I’m closing my eyes if you’re around,” he said huskily. My robe had pulled open, and he reached out to tug at the lapel. I’d pulled it on as I’d stepped out of the shower earlier, and there was nothing beneath it. It was a fact he seemed to appreciate as he slid the fabric down my shoulders and exposed the lush globes of my breasts. They were fuller now, after Paige had arrived. More sensitive too. Just the feeling of the island air against my nipples had them puckering tightly. Prince pushed himself up and took one into his mouth. This time it was my turn to suck in a breath, and he paused.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, and I shook my head firmly.
“God, no,” I said hoarsely and pulled his face back to my breast. His hair was silky between my fingers, and I wound them through the thick strands. I’d kept my hand curled around his cock, and I pumped it up and down his length now as he swirled his tongue around my nipple. First one, and then the other. It was sending shock waves to my clit.
“Umm…” he said against me. “I’m so glad to have my toys back.”
His words made me smile. I’d still be breastfeeding if Paige hadn’t decided that six months was the right time to wean herself. I’d loved the experience but was glad that my breasts were no longer a milkbar. Moments like this, with my husband’s dark head bowed over my chest, made me appreciate it even more. The sensation had intensified. Motherhood had given me a new appreciation for my body. My pussy was a playground again, and I wanted him to explore it.
When he lowered a hand between my thighs, I moaned wantonly. I could be as loud as I wanted – our suite was at the far end of the resort’s tropical. We’d requested it under the pretext of keeping Paige’s night-time wails from waking the other guests. That had been a ruse. It was because I’d become the world’s loudest lover. My husband could literally make me scream with pleasure. He was making me groan now as his thumb swirled over my clit and his teeth grazed my nipples. Already I was dripping for him. Already I wanted him in me. But I knew he was going to draw it out from me again. Prince Walker did not do quickies. I’d come two or three times before he was done with me.
Even now, I could feel an orgasm swirling. He could feel it, too, knew my body as well as I did.
“Does that feel good, Sweetness?” he asked, his eyes on my face as he thrummed by clit. I made a sound low in my throat and let my head tip back. When he slid a finger into my head, my back bowed. He clasped an arm around my waist and pumped his fingers deeper. My breath caught in my throat as a jagged edge of pleasure sparked. When his head dipped and he sucked my nipple back into his mouth and hummed against my flesh, I went off like a rocket.
“Fuck!” I cried out, and he chuckled lightly. Thank God Paige was a sound sleeper because I sensed things were about to get louder. I splayed my thighs wider as his fingers continued to work me. And then they were replaced by a jarring sensation of fullness as he slid them out and thrust his cock into me without warning. “Oh, God! Oh! God! Fuck!” I shouted out. It was a feeling that always took me by surprise. And always threw me straight over the edge.
By the time I was coming down from my second orgasm, he was just getting started, his beautiful face set intensely as he focused on the sensations. His eyes met mine, and I knew they were glazed with passion. He’d hooked his hands behind my ass and was raising and lowering me effortlessly. I put my hands to his shoulders to steady myself as he thrust into me, spearing my hot flesh like a man possessed.
“Jesus, you feel like heaven,” he said through clenched teeth. I didn’t reply. Couldn’t find words. My nails bit red streaks down his back as I clung to him and let the feelings overwhelm me. If he wanted to use me for his pleasure, I’d happily let him do it a thousand times a day. His movements grew unsteady as he neared his own release. When he thrust up hard and ground into me, my clit rubbed against the hard bone of his groin and set off another shower of fireworks as he buried himself deep inside me. I released a strangled wail and arched my back again, feeling his face between my breasts as he pressed against me, his breath hot on my skin.
I was panting by the time it was over.
