Continuing down, kissing over my baby bump, he slid my panties down and off, leaving me naked before him. Starting at my ankles, he caressed up my legs to my pussy. Leaving one hand on my hip, while working the other over my vulva, he made me jump.
“Okay?”
“Absolutely, I’m just really sensitive, pregnancy hormones. They make me both sensitive and horny.”
“I thought it was ever more than usual, okay.”
Lightening up his touch. He stroked me again, sending sweet pleasure coursing through me.
“Can I sit down?”
“Of course.”
Easing onto the edge of the bed, I opened my legs as he knelt in front of me, laying on hands once again. His fingers stroking my pussy in soft, wide circles. Leaning back on my elbows, I closed my eyes and gently hummed, getting lost in pleasure.
Hums turned to moans as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, caressing the flat of it along my tender lips from bottom to top. Varg took care to give a few flicks on my clit.
Slowly he increased, licking even harder. Pushing even further into my tenderness, as he lapped faster. Pleasure so strong, I took a handful of the duvet. Taking notice, Varg took my hand as he licked me to orgasm.
“Can I be on top?” I asked as he rose to meet me.
“Of course.”
Joining me on the bed, he helped me get up on top. Hands on my hips as I eased myself down. Working together to make it happen. My pussy caressing the length of his softly throbbing shaft, bringing us both closer to completion. Leaving it in, I let him go, coming deep inside me.
Entwined in the afterglow, we kissed and caressed just happy to be alive.
Epilogue – Ashe
I never held with tradition. Neither did Varg. Gone were the cathedrals and bouquets of yore. Ours was a thoroughly modern matrimonial ceremony, held in the woods, with our dozen or so closest friends.
We tried to get everyone involved. Becca was maid of honor, her own little one in the capable hands of Theo. Varg’s sister Flaka, along with Stephanie and Jonna were bridesmaids. His Loki’s Laugh bandmates served as our groomsmen. I could see it all from the tent set up for me to change.
“Nearly ready?” Becca asked peeking in.
“Nearly, but could you do me up?”
“Of course, you look great by the way.”
“Thanks.”
Amber started to fuss in her portable cradle, and I went to her.
“She hungry again?”
“No, I think she’s just missing me,” Becca said.
Holding her until she’d settled down, I handed the slumbering infant off to her.
“Do you mind taking her to her grandma.”
“Your mom, or Varg’s?”
“Mrs. Ibsen. They’re sitting together and can share if need be.”
The accordion sounds began. Organs were far too unwieldly to drag into the forest.
It was time to go meet my destiny. Standing in an immaculate tux, hair cut to his collar, standing under a floral arch, was my man.
We joined hands as we came together in front of the Justice of the Peace, a compromise between my family’s Catholicism and Varg’s’ low-key paganism. We continued in our self-written vows, keeping things nice and vague. Either no one would be happy, or everyone would.
The ceremony passed by in a beautiful blur, the reception beginning sooner than expected, but it was fine.
I was just so happy to be married!
We were seated at a table with my parents and Varg’s mom and sister. Flaka seemed hale and hearty, which was nice to see. I kind of understood her former mind-set, at least in terms of her desperation. I was just glad she got lucky and was still here with us.
Stephanie coming by when she did saved two lives, more if you consider Varg.
Flaka was also my newly minted sister-in-law and it was important to me we get along.
“May I hold her?” Flaka asked, looking to Amber strapped to my chest in a snuggly.
“Sure.”
Easing her out so she would remain asleep, I passed Amber to her eager young aunt. The pair got along like a house on fire. Amber giggled and cooed in all the right places as Flaka entertained her.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“I think so.’
“Flaka, would you like to watch Amber while we go on honeymoon? With your mom of course.”
“Can I mama?”
“Seems like a wonderful idea,’ Mrs. Ibsen said.
I wasn’t sure what Varg’s mother would think of me. It had taken a while before she would speak to him, but she came around.
It was mostly the shock of what’d happened to Flaka, which was being addressed. Healing together allowed all of us to be a family. I wasn’t sure what my parents would think of that. I had a feeling Flaka still might need a big sister, for nothing else but someone to talk to.
Knowing Stephanie imparted the value of a trustworthy confidant.
Leaving Amber with Flaka and Mrs. Ibsen, Varg whisked me away, like storybook prince, to a five-star honeymoon.