Epilogue I – Ephraim
2 years later
After hanging up my kutte by the door, I line my boots up next to Priscilla’s work clogs, and a couple pairs of Elead’s shoes. Even after two years, the sight still does funny things to my heart.
Raising an infant, now toddler, comes with its share of crazy. Add in my wife’s family’s penchant for shenanigans and tomfoolery, the business of Golem Guerillas, and the growth of Maimonides Mitzvot…ain’t a dull moment in my world. And I couldn’t be happier, well, I could do with less fecal wall art from my son.
Checking on El, I find him fast asleep in his crib. He’s a big boy, just like his abba and I, but he gets his flair for hijinks from his mame. Speaking of his mame…
“Well, what’s the occasion?” I smirk as I enter our bedroom, already feeling my cock thicken at the sight of my wife, naked, except for a pretty red bow above her pussy.
“You mean this old thing?” She smiles, trailing a delicate finger across her collarbone, down between her breasts, drawing lazy circles around the bow. “I’ve had this outfit for ages.”
“Mmhmm.” I hum, slowly pulling my shirt over my head, unbuckling my belt, and dropping my pants. My eyes follow her tongue as it traces her lips, her own eyes watching me hungrily, her finger moving south.
“Garrett, babe.” She draws my attention from her wayward finger back to her eyes blown wide with lust. And love.
“Yes, sweetheart?” I crawl on the bed, climbing over her and caging her in with my arms beside her. I drop my head to suck a delectable nipple into my mouth, earning me a moan so sinful, God, Himself, must cover his ears.
“You drive my Millennium Falcon so well, even I can’t complete the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs like you can, when you’re at the helm.” I let go of her nipple to watch her finger dip into the entrance of her pussy, glistening when she brings it back to her clit. Fuck, she is stunning.
“It’s all about being one with the vessel, learning what makes its engine purr.”
“You do, babe, you make it purr so good.” She moans, bringing her finger up her body, leaving a trail of her juices before sucking it into her mouth. My cock jerks, precum dripping onto her thigh. “I was thinking,” she pauses, running that same fucking finger across my lips, down my chin, my chest, my abs until she wraps her hand around my shaft, “about adding a crew member.”
I rear back as if slapped, honestly, a gut punch would be more pleasant than this feeling. “What the fuck!” I roar, “I am not sharing you or your Millennium Falcon with another man!” My chest heaves, as I fight from losing my mind at the thought she wants to invite another person into our bed. “No one, man or woman, touches your pussy but me, Priscilla!” I sit back on my heels, close my eyes, and concentrate on breathing and calming down before I wake up Elead. My heart hurts at the betrayal of her suggestion.
My eyes pop open when she starts laughing. “This ain’t fucking funny, Priss.”
“Oh…it…is!” She squeals out. I try not to pay too much attention to how her tits jiggle, I’m mad, dammit. I move to get off the bed, but she grabs my wrist and I allow her to sit me down. She straddles my hips, her tiny hands framing my face as she leans in for a kiss. I’m mad, but her lips are always my undoing. “Babe, I don’t want a threesome, I want a baby.”
“What?” I whisper out, unable to believe what I think I heard.
“You big dummy, I want us to make a baby, give El a sibling, expand our family. I’m sorry I went about it the wrong way, I thought the metaphor was cute. However…in hindsight, I can see why your mind went where it did. I would never, EVER share you with anyone in that way.” She grips my cock again, only this time standing it up so she can slide her hot, wet pussy down until she takes me the hilt. I don’t think I will ever get enough of being inside her. It’s like coming home in a way only she can provide.
“I normally love it when you talk geek to me, but, for fuck’s sake, b’shert, you scared the shit out of me and pissed me off.” I thrust up into her, taking my frustration out on her little pussy. “The thought of breeding you, though…fuck!”
Priscilla bounces up and down, her spectacular tits taunting me as they move in front of my face. I lean in sucking her right nipple into my mouth, unable to think of anything but how she will look with a full belly and milk dripping down her breasts. That thought alone, brings me to the edge.
I grip her hips and pull her down as I push up. She adds a swivel motion and I feel her spasm around me, milking me. I catch her mouth in a kiss, both of us groaning as we climax together. I let go of her hips, leaning back and holding myself up with my hands behind me on the mattress. I watch with rapt attention as my cock pumps in and out of her slowly, her cream coating my cock.
Priscilla mimics my movements, her legs over my thighs, as a few aftershocks cause her to shudder from pleasure. My cock starts to soften, slipping out from its haven, my seed dripping from her satisfied pussy.
“I love you so fucking much Priscilla Havlin. I have no doubt, if I can make that Kessel Run, I can give you a baby in nine months. But, to be sure, let’s keep practicing, every chance we get.”
She winks at me, then
