Unspoken Epilogue (2 page)

"Oh Bo," she started to say, clearly frustrated by that unfulfilling mini orgasm.

"Shh, Sunshine," I told her. "I got you."

"You told me when you left this morning that you were coming and that's all I could think of," AnnMarie choked out.

She'd gotten herself so worked up before I arrived that she was barely able to stand. I understood it now and felt bad. Her next one was going to rock her world.

This time I wasn't so leisurely. I took hold of her little clit between my teeth and sucked her in. I teased that little nub furiously with my tongue. My hand lifted her slightly higher so I could get better access. My fingers stroked her outer lips and then I slid my index and long finger into the wet swollen tissues. I was so hard but I wanted to make her come with my mouth and fingers first. I opened my mouth wider, inhaling her while I kept up a steady rhythm with my fingers. I slid a third finger inside, stretching her.

She'd given up holding the skirt in her hands. It fell around me, shrouding me in green tinted darkness.

Her hands were gripping my head as she ground her pelvis against me. Her thighs tensed and I felt the tissues contract around my fingers. I didn't waver my pace but increased the pressure. The scent and taste of her made me wild. I growled against her skin and she answered me with a long, low moan.

"S'close," she panted. Every nerve ending in my body was alive for her. My cock throbbed. I needed to be inside her but first I wanted to taste her sweet release on my tongue. I curled my fingers forward and dragged them down her interior tissues and she let out a scream which she quickly muffled with her one hand. We'd have to talk about getting some sound proofing in here. I loved hearing her cry out with pleasure. I repeated the gesture and that was all it took. Her pussy gripped and released my fingers as the contractions of her orgasm took over her body. Her soft thighs shook and the weight of her body pressed against mine as she lost the ability to even brace herself against the chair. I slipped my fingers out of her and even that gentle movement wrenched another shudder from her.

I kept one hand cupped between her legs as she slowly slid down to rest her ass in my lap. I reached between us and adjusted myself. She ran her hands down my face in a soothing motion, wiping the wetness around my mouth with her fingers. I licked at them, not wanting even a drop of her arousal to escape me.

"That was pretty godlike, Thor," she teased. "You've made me dumb. I'm not sure I can work anymore."

"I've got another project for you," I admonished. "Don't go to sleep yet."

"Does it have to do with the angry looking thing between us?" AnnMarie had taken my dick and started stroking it softly. The head did look purple and red and angry as she'd said.

"Yes, my cock needs to be inside you or no one from my crew is going to work with me again." I joked but it was probably true. I was a bear if I didn't get regular doses of AnnMarie.

"We can't have that." AnnMarie reached between us and started to stroke me lightly across the tip. "But I just don't know what to do with this."

The innocent. I loved that game. "Is this your first time, honey?"

AnnMarie caught her lip between her teeth and nodded. Ducking her head into the crook of my neck, she whispered. "That's the first time I've had anything inside me."

I smiled wildly. Three years of dating and seven years of marriage and our sex life was still as exciting as fuck. "I can't believe that." I played along. "You're tight but so pretty. You've never had a boy touch you before?"

"Never." AnnMarie paused. "I mean, never under my clothes."

Her hand was still playing with my cock and we were going to have to do something about it before I spilled all over her hand. "This is called a penis." I held the base of my cock in my hand and pinched hard, hoping the pain would help diminish some of my excitement.

"Penis?" AnnMarie repeated as if she'd never heard the word before.

"Yeah, and Sunshine, it's going to go inside you but I promise I'll go so slow for you."

She shivered in my arms at the words. AnnMarie had an active imagination and I could see that a few pictures of our past escapades were filtering through her brain right now.

"I'm going to spread apart those delicate lips between your legs, Sunshine, and I'll place my cockhead at the entrance. You're tight, so so tight, but I'll be gentle when I push in." Her breathing was increasing again but so was mine. "Your body is made for me. Your tissues will open and then hug my cock. Your walls will lubricate my passage and as I push in and pull out, my cock will drag along every tiny nerve ending inside of you."

"Is this what they call fucking?"

This time
my
breath caught. I loved it when she talked dirty to me. "Yeah, fucking. I'm going to lift you over to the desk right there and you're going to lean against it, okay?"

"Isn't that something a good girl wouldn't do?" AnnMarie tried to look scandalized but a smile played around her lips and mischief was bright in her eyes.

"Good girls love this position," I said. I held up two fingers. "Scout's honor."

I had never been a scout but fuck me if AnnMarie didn't scoot over to that desk and put her ass in the air, I was going to come right then and there. I pushed to my feet, a little unsteady given that all the blood was centered between my legs. As I promised, I carried her over to the desk and set her on her feet. She was still wearing her thin, spiked black heels with the ankle straps. AnnMarie laid prostrate across the desk, pushing the keyboard aside and presenting her golden ass for me. I could see the swollen lips of her pussy between her legs and part of me wanted to drop to my knees and feast on her again. Her cunt looked delicious.

I pushed my jeans down around my thighs just enough so I could get my cock out. I rubbed it between her legs, coating it with her juice. She was so wet again. "Are you always this wet?" I asked her.

"I don't know," AnnMarie responded. "I've never done this before."

"I think you are always this wet. Did you think about me today?"

"Yes, I did." AnnMarie wiggled her ass. I slid just the tip in and she groaned. "Come on, Bo."

Apparently the game was up. "What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me so hard I see stars."

I almost shot my load right there. I squeezed the base again to make the sensation subside. I grabbed her ass in both hands and pulled her back onto my cock until my balls were slapping against her. "Is this what you want?" I said through gritted teeth. Her recent orgasm had swollen her tissues and she was extremely tight, squeezing me like a sleeve. When she didn't answer, I asked again as I thrust in and out of her in sharp, strong jabs. "Is it?"

"Yesss," she cried. I placed one hand on her butt and leaned forward, covering her lithe body with my big one. I took her chin in my hand and turned her face toward me so I could kiss her. I had to have my lips on hers, feel her sweet tongue battle mine. She returned my kiss with her own fervor. I pulled out completely and flipped her over.

Pulling her to the edge of the desk, I raised both her legs and slung them over my shoulders. I thrust back in and her arms splayed wide as she tried to gain purchase against the slick surface of her desk. A box fell onto the floor and then a package. I braced one hand on the side of her head and she turned and bit my wrist. I felt her coming and she pressed her mouth against the side of my wrist to muffle her cries.

"Goddamn, Sunshine," I growled at her. I wanted to shout and stuffed my own hand against my mouth to prevent myself from making too much noise. I felt myself coming and pulled out. Stroking myself, I sprayed the last of my come on her thighs, mound and belly. Her eyes were languid now, all mischief gone. She looked well fucked and completely replete. I rubbed my come into her skin. My woman, I thought as I pressed my seed into her pores. We are one.

"Marking me again?" AnnMarie asked but she wasn't upset. I knew she liked it when I did this. My private way of showing her how much I loved her, how much I wanted to be part of her every second of the day. She was so far under my skin that I was sure my heart wouldn't beat without her.

"I heard sperm was good for your complexion." AnnMarie's complexion was perfect, a creamy color with faint pink at the tips.

"No one but you is looking at my thighs and stomach," she said wryly.

"And no one better or else you'll have to visit me in prison after I've killed them," I half joked. "But are you saying you want me to come on your face next time?"

She scrunched up her face but then she melted against me. "I love you."

AnnMarie

I left the office early. The knowing looks from Stephen, my assistant, and Noah, my business partner, drove me away after our meeting with two newly minted tech millionaires. We explained why Freedom Funds was the best hedge fund in the business. We were small but dynamic and had outperformed the S&P 500 every year since we opened our doors six years ago. We were closing in on a half billion dollars of investments, in part due to Bo's seed money matched by Noah's earnings from various franchises he had bought and sold while he had fought professionally as an MMA fighter.

Noah's past status as a Marine and a fighter had impressed the techies but ultimately I hoped they went with us because we were so damn good at what we did.

When I got home to our Lakeshore drive condo, I saw that Bo had picked up our sweet thing, Charlotte. When I had gotten pregnant in grad school, I was ecstatic and devastated at the same time. I wanted Bo's child so much but I was scared that all my plans were going to be disrupted. Bo spent a half hour coaxing me out of the bathroom after the stick I'd peed on was positive.

"Are we ready for this, Bo? I'm in my first semester of grad school. We've just moved in together. I'm terrified."

"Sunshine, are you kidding? We got this." He hugged me tight. "Goddamn I'm so excited. Let's call everyone."

"No! We can't! Not until after the first trimester," I cried.

"Why not?"

"Because a lot of women lose their babies during their first pregnancy and I don't want to have to explain it if I do." I held a fist to my stomach and teared up again. I was scared of having the baby but now that I knew I had the tangible evidence of Bo and my life inside of me, I'd do anything to keep him or her.

This cautionary statement threw Bo into action. He lifted me into his arms and carried me straight to bed. When I reached for him, he batted my hands away and tucked me inside the covers until I was like a burrito.

"Bo, what are you doing?"

"We can't have you losing the baby," Bo replied, smoothing down the covers. He disappeared into the bathroom and I struggled to unwind myself from the straight jacket he had made for me.

"What are you doing? Stop moving." He had come back with a washrag but dropped it when he saw that I was about to sit up. Rushing to me, he pushed me back against the pillows and we engaged in a comical slapfight as I tried to sit up and he kept trying to force me down.

"Bo, if activity is bad for me, do you think we can't have sex?"

This froze him. The wild panicked look on his face would have been funny if the thought of not having sex with Bo wanted to make me cry too. Everything was making me cry today.

"You have to see a doctor today." Bo sat up. "We need to know if you should stand up, work, have sex. Did I mention have sex?"

I nodded. "I'm pretty sure I can stand and work, Bo. There are a lot of women who are pregnant and hold down jobs. I even saw a pregnant woman at the gym the other day."

The look of horror on Bo's face made me giggle and then I thought about what having a baby meant and sobered up immediately. "Should I quit grad school? You just started a new construction business here and I just started classes. Maybe it makes sense to have one of us at home?"

Bo slid down on the bed beside me. He rolled me over on my side and tucked me into him. His knees pushed up against mine and he wrapped a long arm around my waist, pulling me snug against him.

"We're going to be just fine, Sunshine. You finish your degree up. We've got nine months to hit it hard then we'll get some help around here when the baby comes."

"It's more like seven months."

"It'll be great." Bo's hand smoothed over my belly. "Our baby is in here." His voice was hushed, awed.

I placed my hand over his, twining our fingers. "I know."

The next day I told my advisor. She steepled her fingers and peered at me with disappointment. "There are options, you know."

My hackles rose. "I thought feminism was about having it all."

"Your focus will change with a child. You won't be as hungry. You won't want it as bad." She leaned over the desk. "You can quit now if you'd like."

"You don't know me." I stood up and shouldered my bag. "I don't quit. Ever."

I thought my mother would be thrilled to be a grandmother but even she seemed to be unhappy. "You and Bo aren't even married, honey. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

By the end of the day, I was overwhelmed and spent an hour in the bathroom crying. I'd turned on the faucets so that Bo wouldn't hear me if he walked in before I had my act together. When he walked in, my eyes were dry and I had a smile on my face.

"I'm trying out a new spaghetti sauce recipe."

"What's wrong?" Bo said, dropping his stuff by the hall closet.

"Nothing's wrong," I chirped. "Why would you say that?"

I'd put foundation on and made sure I looked perfect. No signs of distress. I didn't want Bo to think for a minute that I wasn't thrilled about having our baby. I was thrilled. I just wished every one else was.

"Because you have make up on and a fake smile." Bo wrapped both arms behind me and nuzzled my hair. "You're bad at faking."

"I didn't want to worry you," I mumbled.

"How long have we been together, AnnMarie?" His mouth was tracing the veins in my neck and I tipped my head to the side to give him better access.

"Almost four years," I said.

"And in the four years we've been together have you ever once not wanted to know what was bothering me?"