Instead, I plunge into what I’ve been waiting to do all day: relaxing my tongue against her heated, wet skin and licking up to her clit. But so slowly, it takes several agonizing seconds. By the time I reach her clit, her entire body has stiffened and her back arches off the mattress in her climax.
I ease back from touching her clit to kiss her folds, her sweet cunt, savoring all the honey between her legs.
“Mine,” I whisper. “All for me.”
I continue loving on her, kissing back up her tummy, her ribcage, her breasts and finally sharing her honey with her lips.
Still hanging on to the headboard, Jane begins using her feet to tug at the waistband of my drawers. “I need your cock right now, Henry.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Jane
“You can let go of the headboard, baby,” he says.
I forgot I was still hanging on.
“I need your hands on me. I need your arms around me, Jane.”
How did I end up with the sexiest, sweetest, most beautifully dirty-minded soul in existence?
I let go and reach down, helping him off with his boxers. I hadn’t gotten a good look at his cock when we fucked on top of the giant pumpkin yesterday. It’s perfect and lovely, just like my Henry. I run my hands over the soft skin, gently squeezing the hard length. A small bead of precum appears. Henry sees me lick my lips and try to clean it for him, but he threads his fingers through my hair to hold me still.
“No. Not tonight. That’s all going inside your pussy, do you hear me?”
I blink and smile at him shyly, certainly more demurely than I would outside the bedroom. In here, with him, my body wants him to control me because I trust him implicitly. He’s proven himself to be a good man. The best man. The man I love.
He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me onto his lap. I guide his cock to where it needs to go while he goes back to caressing and kissing my breasts.
“I want to be buried so deep inside you that I lose myself,” he rasps.
I seat myself around him, slide him in where he belongs. My muscles grip him so damn tight. He fits so perfectly, feels so good, we each might lose ourselves in the other.
“I never want to stop touching you as long as I live, sweetheart.”
I close my eyes and revel in his caresses while I move against him, pulling him in, then gripping him hard as I let him slide out. Every thrust is pure joy. Every touch, every kiss is heaven.
“Open your eyes and look down, Jane.”
When I do, I see what’s happening. I see the place where he ends and I begin, and I never want us to break apart.
Henry roars out his release, filling me with his warmth. We hold each other until he finishes, until I milk out every drop.
We ease back onto the mattress together, breathless, filled, but not entirely satisfied. He doesn’t know it but we’re going to do that again. A lot. Every night.
“We’re going to make a baby,” I say.
“Damn right,” he says, kissing my nose, my cheeks, my forehead, and my lips, then pulling me in close and tight. No matter how close, it’s never close enough.
“I love you so much, Henry.”
He reaches over to cup my face, then brushes my hair away. “You’re my angel that I’ve been waiting for my whole life, and I can’t wait to see how much better life can get with my Jane and our babies in it.”
Epilogue
Five years later
Henry
My wife’s capital investment firm and business incubator have taken off so well, every downtown storefront is full.
She still takes time off around September and October to help with the pumpkin patch and corn maze, even though I don’t ask her to. The rest of the year she heads up a small company that helps grow local micro-businesses.
“Good news,” Jane says as she arrives home one day while I’m poring over seed magazines. She kicks off her work shoes at the front door and peels off her tailored jacket that strains over her pregnant belly. “Shelley’s Bees has decided to stay. Their five-year commitment is up, but they’re going to make this their flagship store and expand into the city. Isn’t that fantastic? I have so many ideas.”
Sarah, now six, is watching a Disney princess movie with her baby sister, Raya, who’s three years old. We had some struggles with fertility and were blessed with Raya after two rounds of IVF. Jane decided to freeze her eggs as soon as we agreed we both wanted more kids, so now at 35, she’s pregnant again.
I follow her as she pads around the house, kissing the girls on the tops of their heads, making her way to the bedroom to take off her suit, slipping into her yoga pants and tee-shirt, pulling up her hair into a messy bun. This is her routine. I never get tired of watching it.
I follow Jane to the bathroom to watch her wash the makeup off her face, and then we go to the kitchen, where I make her a mocktail of cranberry juice and soda.
She tells me all about the ways she’s going to help the bee company make the local flagship store a tourist attraction. It’s already got a huge online business, so she and Shelley are thinking up ways to beautify downtown. “We’re thinking of a little pocket park with an enclosed glass beehive at eye level for kids, a kiosk with information about all the uses for beeswax, and a little gazebo and picnic area—all sponsored by Shelley. It’s going to be so cute.”
I love my wife so intensely when she’s thinking up her big ideas.
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