Epilogue

Mark

Three years later

Taking a sip of the drink I’ve been working on for the last hour, I think I finally have the nonalcoholic honey martini close to the way I remember. The night I first laid eyes on my flower. Daisy will be home soon and has no idea what’s in store for her. Though we just celebrated our second wedding anniversary, I like to celebrate the other important days, too.

I carry everything out to the terrace, where we’ll have a view of the sunset over the Pacific. When we learned she was expecting our first child, we snapped up this cottage in a small coastal town. There’s a boutique design firm that was eager to hire her, and now that I’ve gone solo and do most of my work online, I only need to travel outside our slice of heaven once or twice a month.

Thanks to Daisy’s compassion and forgiveness, I ended up bailing out Silas and Ray, but I could never trust them again and we parted ways. Last I heard, Silas keeps dodging his shady decisions and Ray is struggling to get yet another business off the ground. Though I missed the presentation, I made amends with the medical company on the cruise. After I explained the situation, they were impressed with my honesty, and I landed the deal on my own. Their partnership helped me launch my solo career. The most important lesson I’ve learned, however, was how to enjoy life outside of work. And Daisy taught me that.

Daisy’s car pulls into our driveway, and I hurry to greet her at the door, sweeping her into a hug as I capture her mouth. We groan, our tongues tangling in a furious fit of passion. It’s been eight hours but may as well be eight days since I’ve seen her. Her small bump presses against me, and I lean back to rub her belly.

“I hope you’re hungry,” I say, leading her to the terrace.

“Starving,” she says, her eyes widening at the scene I’ve set.

If I do say so myself, I’ve done a good job of recreating the Stellar Sky Lounge on the Infinity Voyager. She takes in the twinkle lights, the hanging moon and stars over the table, then breathes in the aroma of the roast chicken wafting from our kitchen.

“You even did the chicken?” she asks. “With the wine sauce?”

It was our first formal dinner on the ship and we’d both asked for seconds. I’d been emailing all week until someone from the cruise line coughed up the recipe.

“I’m sure it won’t be as delicious, so manage your expectations,” I warn. “But I wanted to celebrate the three-year anniversary of the day we met.”

She laughingly pushes aside the drink I prepared and throws her arms around me. “Only you would think of something like this.” Her kiss is deep and longing, stirring me to life. “I love you so much,” she sighs, her body sliding down mine.

With a grin, she looks down at the bulge pressing against her. That’s all it takes. One kiss and I’m rock hard.

“Hmm,” she says. “How long until dinner’s ready?”

I pick her up, heading to the nearest lounge chair facing the sea. “Plenty of time.”

I tug on her hair and nuzzle her neck, breathing in ink from her office, her minty shampoo, and the scent that is only Daisy. She wears black and gray to work, but when I peel back the first button on her blouse, a hint of pale blue lace against her soft skin makes me wild.

She shivers under my touch as I find the clasp and her perfect tits burst free, a bit fuller now. I take my time teasing her nipples until she’s grabbing my hair.

“Three years,” I murmur. “I’ll never get enough.”

“Hurry, Mark,” she says.

I shake my head. Not tonight. I take my time kissing my way down to her flowing skirt, not bothering to take it off, only shoving it up to reveal the matching blue panties. Grinning up at her, I ask if she suspected something special tonight.

“You had such a look on your face this morning that I thought you’d come for a lunchtime quickie.” Then she frowns. “I hope you find giant pregnancy panties sexy when the time comes.”

“There’s nothing that wouldn’t be hot as hell on you, my flower.”

In fact, I can’t wait to see her getting bigger with our child. I nip at her panties, delighted at the sound of her squeal. For the moment it’s enough to nuzzle her through the fabric, but then I have to taste her wet heat. With a muttered apology, I snap the dainty scrap of lace off of her and sink my tongue deep inside, lapping her up.

My fingers grip her hips as she writhes, drawing out those moans I love to hear. My cock is about to burst, desperate to get inside her hot little cunt, but I hold back.

“You’re killing me,” she says, hands tight in my hair. Pushing, pulling, she can’t get enough. I pause to grin up at her and she gasps. “No, keep going.”

Chuckling, I get back to my favorite pastime. “I could eat your sweet pussy all day.”

She giggles, lifting her hips, smearing her juices on my cheeks. I swipe her swollen clit, and she stiffens under me, letting out a ragged breath as she begs for more. Her legs wrap around my head, and I slip my hand under her to play with her cute little asshole.

Yelping in surprise, the sound soon turns into one of the screams I can’t get enough of. It’s a good thing this neighborhood is small and the houses are all secluded, or I’m sure we’d have gotten some complaints by now. As she jerks under me, I keep going, drawing out her orgasm.

While she’s still panting, I stand, yanking down my pants. Her brown eyes go almost as dark as coals as she hones in on my raging cock, standing straight out, more than ready to sink into her tight body.

For someone who was tired at the door, Daisy has a second wind, pushing herself up to reach for my shaft. I let out a raw groan as she grips me, running her hand up and down the hard steel. When she leans down to lick away the moisture at the tip, I can’t hold back any longer.

“Yes, suck me, little flower,” I demand.

With a grin, she takes me in her mouth until my eyes roll back and I’m barely holding on. Visions of her soaking wet pussy and hot little ass have me dragging myself back to sanity. As much as she loves gobbling my cock and I love coming down her throat, that’s not what I want right now.

“I want to see your perfect ass while I fuck you,” I tell her.

She expresses disappointment as I pull her away, but then laughs as I flip her over. On her knees, she raises those plump little cheeks in the air, and I grip each side of her lush hips, tugging her close to my waving cock.

“Oh, hurry and fuck me,” she says with abandon, slamming back to take every inch. My balls slap against her body as she moves with me, her head falling forward, all that silvery blonde hair cascading across the cushion.

I stroke her back, smoothing her hair into my fist before letting it fall in soft waves. Reaching to tweak her nipples has her bucking against me, begging me to go harder. I’m happy to oblige.

“God, I need to come inside this tight little pussy of yours,” I growl, leaning to nip at her earlobe as I pound hard and deep.

“Then do it,” she cries. “I need it. I need all of you.”

She has it. I pound into her, both of us in a frenzy, and I know I can’t last much longer. But I make sure my flower gets there first, always. Twisting and pulling at her sensitive tits has her crying my name, her pussy clenching around my cock as her orgasm surges through her. That’s all it takes. With a roar that should blow the terrace roof off, I shoot my seed into her, and it seems to never end. My hips keep their rhythm until I’ve drained every last drop of my come inside her. When she sinks flat, panting, I finally collapse next to her, pulling her into my arms.

The cool evening air washes over us. We completely missed the sunset, but there will be plenty more.

“The chicken’s probably burning,” I say, making no move to get up.

“It’ll be great,” she assures me, always cheering me on when I try something new. “I love that you remembered the day we met.”

“No regrets?” I say.

“Not a single one.”

Me neither, not even our momentary rough patch that almost ruined everything. What we had from the moment she declined my first drink offer to now and forever, is strong enough to withstand anything.

“I’m just glad you gave me another chance,” I tell her, kissing her brow.

She snuggles closer. “The truth is, I had pretty much already forgiven you. I could see in your eyes that day that you were as confused as I was. It just took me a bit to put it all together.”

“I love you so damn much, Daisy.” My kiss is full of gratitude.

“I love you, too,” she says, drawing my hand to her tiny bump. “What if this changes things?”

“It will,” I say, kissing away her frown. “But whoever’s in there is going to make things even better. A little bit of me and you, and I’m going to love the hell out of him or her. But you’re my one and only flower, and always will be.”

She smiles at me, nuzzling close, and I know there’s nothing more I can ask for. With Daisy, I have everything I want and everything I need.

~The End

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