“Hmm.” She steps back and shimmies out of her lace panties, giving me the perfect view of her neatly trimmed pussy. “How aboutthis?” She backs up and drops onto the ottoman and spreads her legs. “Do you want this?”
I step toward her and cup her cunt. “I always want this.”
I lean over and capture her mouth with mine. My tongue parts her plump lips and delves in, stroking hers for several seconds before she pulls back.
“What about this?” she murmurs, sitting up and reaching for my dress pants. She unbuttons and unzips them and then pulls my cock out. “Do you want this?”
Before I can ask her to clarify, she does so by leaning over and taking my hard length into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss, running my fingers through her blonde locks. “I always want this.”
I watch her suck my dick for a few minutes, enjoying the way her warm, wet mouth slides up and down my shaft, and then I pull her off me.
“But what I want the most is to pleasure you,” I tell her as I lift her gently onto the ottoman since we’re clearly not making it to the bedroom.
I spread her legs and lean over her, kissing her chastely before I move my lips down the slim column of her neck and over to her breasts. I lick and suck each sensitive nipple, making her mewl in pleasure. And then I continue my descent to her belly. It’s not big, but because she’s so toned, there’s an obvious bump there, and every time I see it, knowing she’s carrying our baby, it turns me on.
I trail kisses down her bump, and when I get to her cunt, I spread her lips and lean in so I can taste her.
“Kane,” she moans, “I’m too turned on. Don’t tease me, please.”
I chuckle. “I’m not teasing you,” I argue. “The gift of your pussy is thesecond-best thing you’ve ever given me.”
“What’s the first?” she rasps, not missing a beat.
I glance up at her. “Your heart.”
I work Brielle’s body over, making her climax twice before I get up and sit on the couch, pulling her on top of me.
“Ride me, Queen,” I tell her, guiding her onto my cock. “You’re in charge, baby. Take us both over the edge.”
With her arms around my neck and her soft lips slowly caressing mine, she sinks onto me. She fucks me slow and steady, grinding her hips. My wife knows exactly what to do to get us to climax, and within minutes, she’s screaming my name as she comes around my cock, and I drain every drop of my orgasm into her.
“This is what I want,” I tell her, pushing strands of hair away from her eyes. “I want you every day for the rest of my life. I fucked up, Bri, but I promise, I’ll cherish you and love you every day. And I’ll remind you that even though I betrayed you, what we have is worth having.”
“Our love isn’t simple,” she murmurs, leaning in and brushing her lips against mine. “But it’s so fucking beautiful. And I know we’ll spend the rest of our lives never taking it for granted again.”
EPILOGUE
Brielle
Two Months Later
Blood-red roses are spread elegantly aroundthe pavilion that’s on the beach overlooking the Atlantic. Our family and friends are here, sitting in chairs behind us.
I’m in a white midi maternity dress, and Kane is wearing a pair of khaki dress shorts with a button-down white linen shirt. His hair is messy from the ocean breeze, and his face is scruffy since I told him I loved his facial hair. While I’m wearing a cute pair of Valentino sandals, he’s sporting Christian Louboutin leather boat shoes.
It’s nothing like our first wedding and everything like what I dreamed of when I was a little girl.
The officiant says a few words and then turns it over to us.
Like last time, Kane goes first.
“I never thought I’d be married,” he says. “My only goal was to be successful, and I measured that success with dollar signs. But what I didn’t understand at the time was that there’s a different type of success, one that can’t be measured with money …”
“It’s in the way you smile at me when I do something that makes you happy. The way your body calms at my touch. When you’re having a bad day and I pull you into my arms and you tell me that I made it better. Success is when you and Molly snuggle against myside while we watch our shows. Or when you light up because I remembered your favorite coffee or muffin.”
I choke out a sob, and Kane palms the side of my face.
