Brooks cocks an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth lifts in that way it only does for me. “Yes, ma’am I do. I’ve got plans for you every day for the rest of our lives.”
Epilogue - Brooks
Three days. It’s been exactly 72 hours since Olive and I said ‘I do.’ The best 72 hours of my life.
Walking out of the ocean after my swim, I find my exhausted wife dozing under an umbrella on the sun deck of our beach house. Her golden skin glows in the late afternoon sun and the curtains behind her flap in the breeze. It’s a damn good thing we have this whole stretch of beach to ourselves because she’s wearing a little white bikini and she might as well wave a red flag in front of a bull. I’d be out of my damn mind if there was anyone close enough to see my wife like this. Grinning at her sleeping form, I pad towards her. She does this on purpose. She knows I can’t keep my hands off her when she looks like that. Shit, I can’t keep my hands off no matter what. I’ll take her un-showered and wearing my old sweatpants. In fact, sometimes I prefer it.
I strip off my swim trunks and crawl over her on the oversized chaise. Saltwater drips off me and beads on her stomach, drawing up little goosebumps on her skin. The scent of her coconut sunscreen mixing with the vanilla of her skin is almost more than I can bear as I carefully pull her bikini top aside.
The breeze kicks up, making her dusky pink nipple tighten right in front of me. I groan as I draw the tight bud into my mouth, cupping her other breast and settling my hips on top of hers. I need her. I need her right now and I can’t wait for her to finish her nap. I’ve had her more times than I can count since we got married, but I’m still achingly hard.
Olive wakes with a little moan, arching into me. “That wasn’t much of a nap, you know.” It would sound like a complaint if she didn’t sound so breathy and wasn’t lifting her hips to grind her pussy against the hard length of my dick.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, even though I’m definitely not sorry. “I can go back inside and let you sleep.” I feign lifting myself off her but she grabs me by the shoulders, suddenly very awake.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she growls. Chuckling, I move my mouth to her other breast, licking and biting her nipple until she’s panting and moaning underneath me.
I yank her bottoms to the side, too impatient to be inside her again to untie anything. With one hard thrust I bury myself, filling her wet pussy, growling into her throat as she gasps.
“Fuck. You. Feel. So. Good,” I grind out each word as I piston into her, reveling in the way her fingernails bite into my biceps. She arches and lifts her hips to meet my thrusts, as desperate as I am.
I sit back on my knees, gripping her hips and jacking her on my dick furiously. She comes, screaming and clenching around my punishing thrusts, crying out my name. The tight aching in my balls finally eases as I come, emptying myself deep inside my wife with shuddering pleasure.
Rolling off her, I slide her bikini back into place before pulling her onto my chest. She cuddles into me like a trusting little kitten.
“I love you,” I tell her as I run my fingers up and down her back.
“I love you more,” she yawns, wrapping her arm around my middle and squeezing me before falling back asleep. I fight back the urge to nod off right away, content to stroke her skin and soak up as much of this feeling as I can.
The End.