This was what she had always wanted. And she wanted it forever.
His groans reached a fever pitch. She drove her hips back one more time, grinding her pussy onto him. As she did, she felt the familiar warmth of his seed inside her.
He collapsed, nearly on top of her, pulling her into his chest as he rolled onto his side.
“ I am so happy, Dulce Flor.”
She basked in the glow of them together. She couldn't say a word, so just pulled his arms tighter around her. Drifting off to sleep, she dreamed of all the games they would play.
Bianca eyed her best friend, noting the measure- but not too distant- distance she kept between herself and Roger. “So. You two are a thing, huh?”
For a second, Rachel looked shocked. But then a smile bloomed on her face and she closed the careful distance. Leaning against Roger's large frame, she petted his chest.
“ Yeah. It just sort of…happened. You aren't mad, are you? I know what you said…”
Bianca smiled and dismissed her friend's worries with a little wave. “It's fine. But he's still driving us to dinner. Esteban is a terrible driver. Speaking of…” She opened the front door and called into the house, “Esteban. Come on. I'm starving.”
He burst through the bedroom door, looking every bit as good as he had the day she had married him. Better, even, now that the glow of distant worship was replaced with the gleam.
