Sebastian, of course, grins and places the ring on my finger. As soon as the ring is in place, I tug him off the ground and pull him into my arms. Our lips find each other’s like they’re two magnets being drawn together. Fire consumes my body as my need for him intensifies with each stroke of his tongue. Surrendering to him has always been easy, the desire for him instantly pooling in my core.
“I need you,” I pant between kisses. I’m hungry, drowning in a sea of need. Sebastian doesn’t make me wait long, thankfully. He’s got my nightie removed, tossing it somewhere on the floor in a flash. With my stomach growing outward and my boobs growing heavier, I’ve become a little more self-conscious of my figure. No longer am I as skinny, and somedays I feel like a cow, but he doesn’t care. He makes me feel beautiful and reminds me often.
“Beautiful, so fucking beautiful…” He murmurs, sucking one of my hardened nipples into his mouth. He licks and sucks, and nibbles on the hard nub until I’m half pushing him away while pulling him back at the same time.
“Please,” I plead, when he finally releases me, his fingers trailing down over my belly. Gentle. Kind. Sweet. His touch would have me on my knees right now if it wasn’t for this bed.
“Mine.” The possessiveness in his voice makes me shiver. A gasp passes my lips as he enters me with two fingers, his movements are slow, leisurely, precise, and with each stroke, he brings me to life. A flush works its way through my body. It feels like I’m being burned by the sun. Scorched.
“Come, baby, come all over my fingers, and then I’ll give you my cock.” Such a filthy mouth. Mewling into the air like a cat in heat, I claw at the bedsheets. The entire time Sebastian keeps his eyes locked on mine, and with the heat of his gaze, and the stroke of his fingers, I come alive, shattering into a million pieces. My channel tightens around his fingers, and his hiss of pleasure meets my ears.
I’m hovering somewhere between heaven and earth when he enters me, filling me in one deep thrust, and though I’m wet, my body takes a minute to adjust to his size. In that time, Sebastian peppers kisses across my chest, making his way to my lips. Somehow, he always knows what I need, and when I need it. Once he’s sure I’m ready he starts to move, his hips move slowly at first, but gain speed with every dip inside.
His fingers dig into the flesh at my hips as he owns me, branding our souls together. His thrusts become deeper, harder, and fire lights up my body, igniting only a part of me that he can reach, touch.
“Sebastian,” I whimper feeling that common euphoric feeling building at the base of my neck. “I’m close…”
“Come, milk my cock, claim me.” Sweat beads on his brow as he grinds his pelvis against my center. All over again, I go off like a firework filling the summer sky with an array of sparkling colors. Unable to keep my eyes open, I let the pleasure carry me away. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes.
Sebastian finds his own release, roaring like a lion as he fills me with his sticky seed. All I can do is cling to him, hoping and praying that this is how it will be forever.
“I love you,” he says hoarsely, lips ghosting against my clammy forehead, “and I vow to love you forever, even after we’re both nothing but dirt.”
“I love you too,” I respond as he takes us and situates us under the covers, wrapping his strong arms around me. As exhaustion threatens to take over, I’m hit with this gut feeling. It makes my heart pound and my insides warm.
Somewhere out there, I know Amy is happy and smiling down on Sebastian and me. Maybe we weren’t meant to be from the beginning, but in the end, we found a way, because love always finds a way.
Epilogue
Sebastian
I watch my daughter’s blonde little curls bounce on her head as she stumbles through the backyard. Maggie got her mother’s hair; the light blonde locks fall down her back like spun gold in the afternoon sun. She hasn’t been walking but a few weeks and her steps are still uneasy. She still frequently falls, and every time, I feel like I’m having a heart attack.
Kayla, Rem’s little girl, is only a few months older but already quick on her feet, stomping through the yard easily and steadily. She sits down right in front of Rem and me picking up a dandelion from the grass.
Her small hand wraps around the stem of the flower, her big blues stare at it like it’s the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen. Then she puckers her lips as if she is trying to blow off the seed, but instead of air, spit flies out of her small mouth. The seeds don’t take off flying but rather fall away to the ground.