Epilogue
Daisy
Seven months later…
I love Winter Wellington.
“You really shouldn’t be doing that, you know? Not with that baby belly of yours.”
I look up from the hydrangea I’m trimming to see my beautiful husband standing behind me with a smile on his face. He’s wearing those navy-blue shorts that I love. They’re bordering on short-shorts, which I love to tease him about, but they also show off his legs and do nothing to hide what he’s packing either, so I actually love them.
His arms are somehow looking bigger too. His biceps look like they’re ready to tear straight through the sleeves of his white, Tom Ford crewneck.
“I don’t want to be one of those lay-about wives,” I tell him as I stand, one hand over my pregnant belly. “Do you?”
“I just don’t want my baby boy to come out with an extra arm or something.”
“Extra arm!?” I burst out laughing. “Because I’m gardening while I’m pregnant?”
“The real issue here,” Winter says as he advances on me, “is how you have to be the sexiest pregnant woman to ever walk the Earth.”
“Oh, stop,” I say as I blush. Yes, somehow my husband still makes me blush, and I love it.
“Seriously,” he chuckles as he lifts my shirt and slides his hands around my waist. “They could carve fertility goddess statues using you as the model. I mean…just look at these tits.”
Winter is right. My boobs have grown two cup sizes since I got pregnant. I don’t even know what to do with them anymore. But Winter sure does.
He lifts my shirt and pulls my bra down, causing me to spill into his rough palms. I let out a sigh and slump forward against his strong chest as he gently pinches my nipples. My husband simply cannot keep his hands off me.
The fir
st week of our marriage, I could barely walk. We were having sex three to four times a day, and Winter was insatiable. One day I have twelve orgasms. Twelve! By the time he was done with me, I could barely remember my name.
I thought when my body started to change that he might not want it as much.
I was wrong.
I started wearing dresses and skirts around the house for easy access. We decided to christen every room and every bit of the property. We started with the old gazebo out back as it felt like something a couple in a romance novel would do.
Winter took me to the Amalfi Coast, and we had a real wedding and honeymooned on his yacht and swam in the bay. When we came home, he had an entire week of dinners planned where he brought in a private chef to cook my favorite meals for me. It was like a fairy tale. It still is.
My thighs tingle with anticipation as Winter runs his hand up between my legs.
“I’m never going to finish my work if you keep that up,” I whisper. Winter smiles against my lips.
“I’ll be quick. I just need your pussy, baby.”
He slides a finger inside and I moan. “Sure. That’s what you always say.”
What starts as a quickie always turns into more with Winter, but he always lies and says it won’t. Honestly, it’s one time I’m fine with him lying to me.
“It’s your fault,” he tells me.
“Oh it is?” I smile as I slide my hand up his shirt and trace the lines of his strong, chiseled abs.
“Mmm. For being so goddamn sexy.”
Winter lifts my leg, and I quickly unzip his fly and pull out his cock. He’s already hard, of course. I grab him by the base and press the tip against my pussy, which is already wet. I like teasing him sometimes and let him get half the head inside before pulling him out again.