I twirl Emmeline across the checkered floor, kissing her every chance I get.
“I love you, Mrs. Morrow.”
“I love you, too, daddy.”
“You’ll always be my babygirl? Forever?”
“Yes, daddy. Forever.”
And when her lips meet mine, I feel her promise in her kiss.
Epilogue
Emmeline
Dr. Battaglia is retiring, and guess who he recommended take his place at the hospital? Me, little old Emmeline Arlington. Wait—I mean, Emmeline Morrow.
I’ll take the job, but first, I’m taking a long needed vacation.
To Fiji.
Where we’re going to combine our honeymoon with a proper wedding celebration. Rawley rented out the same resort as last time, as well as the one next to it. We’ll have a wedding on the beach with our friends, celebrating with them for a week, then Rawley and I will head back to our little villa to spend a week, just the two of us, on our honeymoon.
We exchange our vows on the white sand beach, the same ones we said at the garden chapel. This time, I wear a real wedding dress, veil and all. We have a seafood buffet, followed by the five tiered cake. Music plays softly, a jazz band Rawley hired specifically for tonight. It’s gorgeous.
For seven days, we swim and hike with our friends and family, exploring the island and showing them all the things we experienced our first time here. We hike the jungles, splash in the waterfalls, and scuba dive over the coral reefs. We dine together each night, under the stars, the sound of the waves lapping the shore as we eat.
It’s a bittersweet goodbye when they leave. We’ll miss them, but a week to ourselves, to celebrate our love?
I’ll take it.
Rawley carries me over the threshold of our bedroom. “Ahh, I’ve missed this place.”
“Me too.” I glance around as he sets me on my feet. Nothing’s changed since we were last here. I take a deep breath, remembering our time spent in that bed. “We had some good times here.”
“I think it's time we make new memories.” He lays me down on the bed, kissing me all over my face. “We finally get the honeymoon we’ve been waiting for.”
“Was it worth the wait?” I giggle as his unshaved cheek tickles my ear.
“Yes, every minute of it. I’d do anything to get to come back here with you. I’d wait a hundred years.”
“I don’t think we could do the things we want to do if we were that old.”
“Hmm...and what kind of things are those?” He slips up my skirt, his hands wandering between my thighs, rubbing his fingers over the gusset of my panties. “Things like this?”
“Mmhmm, but maybe with your tongue instead of your hand.”
“My babygirl wants her pussy licked?”
His filthy words bring heat to my face. “Yes, please.”
“Good girl.” He grabs the waistband of my panties, tugging them down over my hips and pulls them down my legs, tossing them to the side. “Now, spread those pretty legs.”
I spread my legs and he pushes my skirt up, diving down between my thighs. He licks my clit, lapping up my juices. His tongue darts in the entrance of my pussy, making me squeal. He cups my ass with his hands, squeezing my flesh as he licks and kisses.
“Yes, daddy, just like that.”
He devours me, making my knees weak, making a whine rise in the back of my throat. Just as I’m about to come, he surfaces, kissing me full on the mouth with his tongue. The taste of my own pussy on his lips turns me on, making me clutch at him, pulling him towards me. “Please, get inside me.”
“Such a good little wife. Such pretty manners. You ask so sweetly.”
He enters me, his gaze holding mine as the head of his cock pushes into my tight pussy. “Does that feel good?”
“Uhn, yes. More.”
He nips at my neck, kisses my ear. “Whatever my babygirl wants, my babygirl gets.” He thrusts inside me, hard and fast, the entire length of his cock filling me and stretching me till I feel as if I’ll burst.
My muscles clench around him, as he dives inside me, then pulls back out. My hips rise to meet his and it feels so good, I find my mind leaving my body, my senses becoming only touch and taste and sound.