Mail Order Mom

Epilogue

XAVRAN

A year later.

“What do you think?” he asked, moving his arm in a sweeping gesture across the field of khulmis flowers. They were in full bloom this time of year.

He and Susanna had just exited the forest trail after swimming in a waterfall nearby. It’d been nearly a year since Susanna became his wife and made him the happiest male in the Universe. He’d planned this trip for a while now. The children were at an overnight camp with their class this week, and he’d gotten some time to spend alone with Susanna.

“Wow!” she gasped, her eyes opening wide in wonder. Just the reaction he’d been hoping for. “This is even more impressive than in pictures and videos, Xavran.”

This place was truly magical. He couldn’t wait to spend the night here with her.

“That pink flower to the side of the field is all ours for the night.” He gestured at the round blossom with several layers of petals, like a frilly skirt. It was supported by a wide stem with a ladder running along it.

“The pink one? My favorite color.” Susanna clapped her hands in excitement.

It warmed his heart to see her happy. Of course, he knew her favorite color was pink. Of course, he specifically requested a flower of that color when booking this trip. He hoped it would make her happy. He just never could predict exactly how much it would thrill him to see her excited.

He hugged her shoulders, drawing her into his side as they walked toward the flower through the soft grass covering the ground.

“They say the fragrance of khulmis flowers helps to get the best sleep ever,” he murmured, kissing her hair.

“I don’t think you’ll let me get much sleep,” she quipped, making him laugh.

True, he most definitely planned to keep her up for a good part of the night.

As they entered the field, rainbow flies rose into the air. Their multicolored wings were as big as the khulmis flower petals. It appeared as if some of the blossoms came to life, fluttering up into the sky.

“Oh, Xavran, just look at that!” Susanna swirled around, taking in the beautiful sight. “This is like a fairy tale. We’re surrounded by flowers, above and below!”

Floral scents filled the air. The view was truly spectacular. But he couldn’t keep his eyes off his wife.

Her golden hair, still damp after their swim in the waterfalls, swirled around her face, caught in the breeze stirred by the rainbow flies’ wings. Her cheeks were tinted pink after the hike, her eyes shining with delight. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And the best part was that she belonged to him. His woman. Body and soul.

Susanna was not just his wife. She had become his best friend, his confidante, his lover, and his partner. The trust between them was absolute and their connection unbreakable.

When they reached the stem of the flower, he took the bag with provisions off his shoulder. “Are you hungry?”

She gave him a playful smile. “Nope. Not for food, anyway.”

“Perfect.” He grinned, hanging the bag on the hook on the ladder under the flower.

“I want to see what it’s like inside.” She started climbing the ladder.

Her hips swayed as she moved her legs up the rungs. He stared, mesmerized.

“Are you coming?” Her teasing voice reached him.

He blinked. He really could come just by looking at her.

She reached the top and slid between the petals inside the flower.

“Ooh, it’s so soft!” He heard her delighted giggle.

Scaling the ladder in a flash, he joined her inside. The soft, round middle of the flower was covered by a smooth, silky sheet. Several pillows and folded blankets lay in a neat pile on one side.

The sun had tipped to the horizon already. The innermost layer of the petals had lifted enough to shield them from view of any passersby, provided there even were any in this secluded spot.

They took their shoes off and hung them on the stem outside.

“It’s warm. And comfy.” Susanna bounced on the cushy middle of the blossom. Her expression turned flirty. “Too warm.” She lifted her arms up and slid her white frilly top over her head.

He hadn’t bothered putting his shirt back on after the swim. Now, he wished his pants were off too. They grew uncomfortably tight around his hips as both his tail and his cock jumped to attention at the sight of Susanna taking the rest of her clothes off.

She got down on her hands and knees, then crawled to him. His chest vibrated with a growl as he stared at her, her breasts swaying under her, her hips rocking side to side.

“Stop growling and come get me, darling,” she murmured seductively.

He caught her in his arms, then rolled her onto her back. Blood rushed to his groin. The need burned through him, making his cock throb. His nodules leaked the slick without even being touched yet.

He pried her legs open with his knee.

“Yes...” She breathed out, rubbing herself against his thigh.

He shifted down her body, fitting his head between her legs. She moaned when he slid his tongue between her folds, hot and slick and ready for him.

“I want to do it to you, too...” she demanded, pivoting under him.

He rose on his knees for her to slide under him, her head under his crotch.

“Take these off.” She unfastened his pants and yanked them down his legs, freeing his straining cock.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth as she flicked her wet, pink tongue over the bulbous tip.

“You’re killing me, woman...” He gripped her thighs, putting his mouth on her.

“Killing?” She dragged her tongue along his length, making his hips jerk with a charge of pleasure rushing through his entire body. “This part of you looks very much alive.” She wrapped her lips around him, sucking the tip in.

He growled against her slick, tender flesh, making her gasp and moan. She took him deeper into her mouth, letting her teeth graze the spongy nodules on his shaft. When suppressed, they sent a hot wave of pleasure through his belly and down his inner thighs.

He lapped at her as she sucked him. The firmer she wrapped her lips around him and the faster she moved, the harder he took her with his mouth. He twirled his tongue inside her, sweeping it around her inner walls. Stretching his tongue out as far as he could, he felt the spot inside her that made her whimper and moan against his cock.

His legs shook. His ball sack tightened, ready to spill. She quivered around his tongue, ready to let go, too, he sensed.

He yanked his head up, breaking the contact. “I want to come inside you.”

She groaned in protest, lifting her hips up in search of his tongue. Grabbing his side horns, she yanked his head back to her.

He bent his head, refusing to give her control. The curved base of his front horn connected with her heated core.