The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes around the tile foyer and is punctuated by the sharp crack of my hand meeting her ass. She lets out a stuttering cry and a nod. I smack her ass again, still driving myself deep into her pussy.
Berlin flattens her hands against the wall and pushes herself back against me, taking me even deeper into her. I see her watching me in the mirror, a look of near rapture on her face as I fuck her. She’s biting her bottom lip hard enough I fear she’s going to draw blood and thrusts herself back against me. She squeezes me with her inner muscles, tightening her pussy even more. It makes me lose my rhythm, and I let out a stuttering gasp.
In the mirror, I see a slow, salacious smile spread across her lips as she squeezes my cock. I feel myself starting to swell and know I’m not going to last much longer. She just feels too fucking good. I can’t stop myself.
Gripping her hips with both hands, I grit my teeth and push myself as deep as I can into her. The sound of our bodies slapping together rings out, filling the sound of her foyer with an erotic music that lights me up from head to toe.
“Y – you’re going to make me come,” she stammers. “Fuck yes, baby.”
I thrust myself into her with everything in me, filling her up completely. Berlin’s body is tightening around me, and her face is etched with an expression of sheer ecstasy. I feel myself building to a crescendo, and as I thrust myself into her one final time, my cock pulses and erupts. Berlin lets out a cry of sheer delight.
“God, yes!” she cries out.
I unload inside of her, and in return, I feel her entire body shudder. She starts wildly thrashing, screaming into the air, coming as hard as I do. Together, we pulse and writhe, wringing every last ounce of passion and pleasure from the moment, our breathing labored but matching smiles of intense satisfaction on both of our faces.
And when her legs grow weak, and she almost spills to the tile beneath her, I catch her and pick her up, carrying over to the sofa. We lie down together. I lay on my back, and she curls up beside me, laying her head on my chest. She trails her fingers in lazy circles around my chest. The feel of her warm, naked body pressed to mine fills me with a contentment I’ve never felt before. All I can do is smile.
“You are an amazing woman, Berlin Roth,” I murmur.
She plants a gentle kiss on my chest and gives me a dreamy smile. “I never knew I could be this happy, Sawyer,” she whispers.
Her eyes shimmer with tears, and the smile on her face melts my heart. If I were to die in this moment, it would be with zero regrets and nothing but joy in my heart. Thankfully, Berlin and I have many years of happiness ahead of us.
“I never used to believe in fairy tales,” she says. “I’m glad they’re real.”
I squeeze her tightly to me and kiss her, putting every last bit of the love and passion I have for her into it. She pulls back and smiles. I press my hand to her stomach, giving her a warm smile and meaningful look.
“It’s only going to get better,” I tell her. “And I can’t think of a better woman to start a life and have a family with.”
Those are words I never thought I’d hear myself say, but once they come out of my mouth, I know they’re the truth. Berlin has come into my life and turned everything upside down in the best way possible. Her smile, even with tears of joy rolling down her cheeks, is painfully beautiful. She kisses my hand and presses it hard against her stomach.
“The best really is yet to come, isn’t it?” she whispers.
“It really is,” I nod, truly believing it.
Epilogue Berlin
One Year Later…
The sky is slate gray, and as I watch the snowflakes fall gently and lazily down from the sky, it brings a smile to my face.
“This reminds me of that weekend in the Catskills,” I say.
He sighs dramatically. “All we need is a hot tub.”
I laugh and slap him in the arm playfully – although I can’t really say I wouldn’t be into a hot tub session with him again. Ever since the baby came along, our sex life has been less – adventurous. Although it has the benefit of keeping us out of the tabloids, I have the urge to be wild and crazy with him again.
We had a daughter – Sarah Rose – and she’s absolutely perfect. I never knew I could love somebody as fiercely as I love my little girl, but I do. I feel ferociously protective of her and want to give her every advantage I never had in my life. I never want her to struggle in the ways I did – but then, I don’t want her to grow up in the same sort of bubble Sawyer grew up in. I think there’s a happy medium that can be struck – and so does Sawyer.
And speaking of Sawyer, as protective of her as I am, it’s nothing compared to him. He almost got himself into some trouble just after she was born. Some paparazzi tried to get photos of her when we took her out and about for the first time. To say Sawyer went angry Papa Bear on them would be an understatement. I’ve never seen him that close to physically tearing somebody’s head off their body.
They didn’t get any pictures, but they both came close to ending up in the hospital for their efforts.
With Sarah, though, he is the gentlest man you’ve ever seen. And the juxtaposition of such a large, burly man and such a tiny, delicate
