“I’m not nervous. I’m just overwhelmed,” I tell him. “I never thought I’d get so lucky to find someone so special.”
“Oh, no,” he says. “I’m the lucky one. You are everything, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you how special you are.”
Then we’re naked together, and he’s above me, whispering about all the things he loves about me. He talks about my smile, my dedication to my job, my hips, to the cute noises I make in my sleep.
I know that this man who’s staring down at me sees all of me, every part of me, and he loves it all.
“Make love to me now, husband,” I whisper.
I think it’s that word—husband—that undoes him, because finally he pushes inside of me, filling me up and making me feel complete. Then we’re in motion together, making love.
It’s slow and sweaty and perfectly us, and afterwards he holds me against his chest and murmurs that I’m his girl, and that this is the start of forever.
Epilogue
Bree
I finish helping my patients and step away to my office for my lunch break. I was awake early this morning when Elaine couldn’t get in touch with Ethan. Joyce was having chest pains but refused to go to the emergency room.
I didn’t want to risk waking Dalton, so I hurried from bed and left a scribbled note for him to find later. Then I drove as quickly as I could down the mountain to get to the retirement home. By the time I got here, it was clear Joyce was having a bout of indigestion, which can mimic the symptoms of a heart attack for women.
Ethan arrived an hour later, and between the two of us, we were able to convince her to go to the emergency room just to be on the safe side. He’s fond of the woman he’s started to think of as a grandmother and even attends her tango classes now.
Once Joyce was settled, I called Dalton who told me he missed me in that rumbly, sleepy voice of his. It’s been three months since we married, and these have been the best three months of my life.
When we’re not naked together, we’re busy renovating the cabin. The days are long now. Each beautiful summer day with abundant sunshine that feels like a hug from nature and tall grass that tickles when I walk through it barefoot.
My boot is off now. It’s a relief to be free from that, though I’m still a little accident-prone. Just yesterday, Dalton caught me when I tripped over my own two feet.
I hurry into the room and take a seat behind my desk. There’s another chair in here, so that Dalton can hang out. We often eat lunch together. When I’m on rounds, he brings lunch to me. When I’m not busy, I bring lunch, and we eat outside in the beautiful garden area where we had our first date.
I pause when I see the familiar envelope. Dalton still writes me love letters, even though we’re married now. He doesn’t do it all the time and he doesn’t keep any schedule.
He says he likes surprising me, and I love that I never know quite when to anticipate his next letter. They’re always so sweet, filling me with warmth.
I open this one, careful to preserve the wax seal. Every letter he sends me gets tucked away in a special decorative box in the cabin. It’s stored under our bed, and I imagine that one day our kids will look through these letters and see the evidence of their parents’ love story.
Dear Wife,
I had dirty dreams about you all night long. In my favorite one, I’d just come home from work to find you on the front porch of our cabin. Wearing nothing but my ring and a smile. The sight of your perfect body in the fading light of sunset had me rock hard in an instant.
Your hair was down, falling in waves over your shoulders. Your breasts moved with every breath, your tits sharpening to points under my lustful gaze.
Your beautiful curves were on display, letting me roam my hands all over and appreciate every inch of your skin. From your belly to your ass cheeks, there wasn’t an inch I didn’t touch and caress.
I didn’t go lower until you were squirming, squeezing your thighs together and desperate for relief. That’s when you leaned against the porch railing, and I drank down your juices, letting them soak through my beard. You moaned through your orgasm, joining the soft trilling sounds of the birds and letting the heavens know I was doing what I was created to do–give my woman pleasure.
Then I pulled you down onto the porch, spread you out on that colorful rug you love so much, and plowed into you. I took you hard and fast, coming inside of you as you screamed through another earth-shattering climax.
When I woke up, I had your name on my lips, and I was so damn hard. Too bad you’d left before I was awake. Now, I’ll be thinking about your body all day long and counting down the minutes until I can see you.
Forever yours,
Your husband
I finish reading the letter, my panties damp and my breathing shallow. Dalton’s never written me a letter like this. I’m more turned on than ever before. I don’t know how this man does it, but he always makes me so damn horny.
I tuck the letter away where no one is likely to find it and try to return to my work, but I can’t focus, knowing that Dalton will be arriving for lunch soon. Every minute that passes feels like a year. When he’s fifteen minutes late, I’m ready to combust from need.
