I grabbed her, turned her, and pressed her over the kitchen island as I rolled her skirt up over her ass, then slid her panties down her thighs before slamming inside her.
It was hard and fast and probably louder than was smart, but we were too lost in the moment to care.
“Come, baby,” I demanded, grabbing her shoulders as I fucked her harder and harder. “Fuck,” I hissed as her walls started to spasm around my cock, taking me along with her as she came.
“That’s still amazing,” Josie declared, shooting me a heavy-lidded look as she pulled her panties up, then shimmied her skirt back into place.
“I certainly have no complaints,” I agreed, reaching for her hips, pulling her in for a long, lingering kiss.
And I didn’t.
The life we had built was everything I never really knew I needed so badly.
I saw her blossom and grow more confident thanks to our extended family pulling her into their fold. I got to watch as Josie became the warm, loving mother she herself had never gotten.
I never forgot the time she’d told me that she’d gone into party design because she liked making things pretty… and she liked making people happy.
And pretty was what she’d made my life.
Fucking beautiful, really.
As for happiness, I’d never known as much of it as I did when she was beside me, when we had our kids around us.
She still did party design.
For the past few years, though, it had been almost exclusively for the members of the Grassi family as it continued to grow around us.
But those were stories for another time, about other couples.
As for us, we were enjoying living our happily-ever-after.