BECKY
Five years later
I’m breathless as I move through the house, something that is an everyday occurrence now. It’s hard to believe that we’ve come this far after five years.
Married with two children and another on the way. Caden is four and Catherine is eighteen months, it’s been hard sometimes but having my babies was the best decision I have ever made, it’s also the most rewarding.
It’s been a magical five years and true to his word, Easton followed me to the ends of the earth and back. We moved back to my hometown where Easton has to commute every morning, but my husband doesn’t complain, in fact, he prefers the college here than Clamont. I think being promoted and earning a ton more money is a huge factor in that happiness he has.
Over the years we have both moved up the ladder at our respective jobs. I started out as an intern for my father when I left college and I’ve made my way up the ranks. I’m now the CMO of his company. It’s mixing everything that I love into one thing, and the major bonus is that I get to work alongside my father, not to mention the daycare that the company has, meaning that both Easton and I can pursue our careers as well as be the parents we want to be.
“Baby,” his deep voice says from behind me. “The kids are in bed.”
Shivers run down my spine. I love the way he still wants me. Our sex life has gotten better each and every time we make love and I know that’s because the love we have for each other is all consuming. It’s a once in a lifetime love and I’m so lucky to have found it when I did.
He comes up behind me and slides his arms around my ever protruding waist. Easton loves me when I’m pregnant, he can never get enough of me. If he had his way, I’d be knocked up constantly. Hell, he’d probably want to keep going until we had our own football team.
He stays behind me with his hands resting on my bump until we reach our bedroom. The moment I enter, he spins me around and kisses me. Even after all this time, I’m putty in his hands. I become mush, all I can do is cling to him for dear life and let him have his way with me.
His hands slide down my body until they reach the hem of my robe. My husband isn’t one for finesse and he doesn't waste any time in getting what he wants.
Within seconds the robe is pooled around my feet and his fingers are gently caressing my heavy breasts. With each child my boobs have grown, something that I’m grateful for as I wasn’t happy with what I had pre-pregnancy. Now, they’re heavy and filled with liquid. I’m still breastfeeding Catherine and my milk supply is a lot more than our daughter can have. Easton loves me anyway he can get me, and that includes milky and wet.
His lips attach to my nipple and I moan. God, this man, he’s so damn talented.
“Mmm, baby,” he groans as he begins to suckle from my breast. He pushes me back until I’m at the edge of the bed, he helps me down onto the mattress before he continues.
I’m wet. Soaking wet for him. Just as I always am. I need him, I want to feel his cock as he stretches my pussy.
He hovers above me, his cock thick and standing to attention. God, I want him. My body is humming with need. “Please, Easton, give me it.”
He slides a finger into my pussy as he continues to suckle on my breast. I grind down against his finger, my body burning for him. I whimper when he tears his mouth away from my breast. “Going to fuck you now, baby.” His lips descend on mine as he lines his cock up at the entrance. I should be grossed out by tasting myself on his lips, but I’m not, it only adds to the intimacy that we share.
He thrusts deep inside of me, his cock stretching me, adding a little pain to the pleasure. Something that I love. “God, Easton,” I cry out as he slowly withdraws his cock from me before thrusting deep once again.
He pulls out of me and flips me over so that I’m on all fours, he doesn't give me a second to adjust, he just plunges back inside.
“God,” I cry out as he thrusts into me, his cock stretching me even more. There’s something about doggy style that just hits different.
He pounds hard and fast. His strokes hitting the edge of my cervix, he knows what this does to me. I’m clawing at the sheets, mewling like a cat. I’m so close.
“Give it to me, Rebecca, let me feel you flood my cock.”
I can’t hold back, it’s like a tidal wave as it washes over me. I cling to the bedding as my orgasm hits me.
“That’s it, baby, more, don’t stop.”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. My body no longer belongs to me. Easton is the puppet master, he can make me do whatever the hell he wants on command.
Once I come down from the high, he flips me back onto my back. “Nowhere near finished with you baby,” he tells me with a grin, his eyes hold such love and affection and it makes the pleasure rise as he thrust deep within me once more.
“Easton,” I cry. “Please darling, I need you.”
I’m a mess at this stage, my body is spent, my brain can hardly function and my arms and legs are trembling.
“Love you, Baby,” he growls as he presses a kiss against my lips. “With everything I am, I fucking love you.”
I smile at him. “I love you too.”