Epilogue Two

* Two Years Later *

Leaning in the door frame, I watch as my lovely wife fusses with her bra straps. Olivia"s luscious figure, naked except for the few scraps of dark gray lace, makes my mouth water and my cock thicken. "Need some help?" I grin.

She turns to grin back. "Are you here to help me or distract me?"

A low growl rumbles in my throat as I stride into the walk-in closet. The beautiful house we moved into last year during Olivia"s summer break is incredible, but it"s so big that I always feel she"s too far away from me.

My lips dance along the side of her throat as I slip off her bra, covering her breasts with my palms instead. "I did everything in my power not to distract you while you were studying. Now that you"re done I get you all to myself."

"We"re going to be late for dinner," she giggles, already shaking her hips. "What if we lose our table?"

"They"ll wait."

I don"t tell her that the entire restaurant is reserved for us, and we cannot get there early because that would ruin the surprise of Lisa, Beth, and a bunch of Olivia"s college friends all waiting for us. After a month of screwing Olivia senseless on a variety of beaches over the course of our three-week honeymoon, I want to make sure our return to real life starts with a bang.

Literally.

Olivia moans softly, her breath already growing ragged as my hands slip down her sides, pushing her panties down so she can step out of them.

Her exquisite skin practically glows from her slight tan, her beautiful hazel eyes dancing as she squints saucily at me, her rosy lips quirked up in a naughty smile. "I just did my hair. You"re not going to give me bedhead, are you?"

I twirl a cinnamon tendril between my fingers. "I wouldn"t dare, lovely wife."

Our eyes both gravitate to the stunning emerald on her finger. "I still can"t quite believe you"re mine, you know," I murmur.

Gripping her hips, I lift her up onto the dresser, spreading her legs wide as I stare at her naked pussy. Her glistening pink slit is already swollen as I dig in, licking and sucking as if I"m starving – which I always am, for her.

She gasps as I reach up to roll and pinch her nipples between my fingers, sucking and lapping at her pussy until she cries out, holding on firmly to my hair. Turning my head, I suck a faint line of bite marks along her inner thigh. "Marking your territory?" she moans breathlessly.

"Yes – wait, no. I"m making art. You can judge me on it later."

Olivia begins to laugh, until my tongue delves deep and her laugh turns to a whimper. Her soft noises make my cock hard as stone as I tease her, swirling my tongue around her clit before thrusting deep again. Her thighs tighten around my shoulders as she moans louder, hips already rolling with need.

I devour her soft, wet pussy hungrily, growling and humming against her skin so she can feel the vibrations. Then I flatten my tongue across her clit, digging my fingers into her hips as I give her ass that familiar little shake that she loves so much.

"Please…" she begs, squirming with pleasure. Her warm, wet pussy is starting to drip, and I feel her stomach tense. "Yes…oh, yes…" she cries, twitching and moaning as her body dances for me. Her climax is always so beautiful, as I stare in awe while she shakes in bliss.

Holding her safely with one hand, I use the other to unfasten my belt, dropping my pants and stepping out of them. Then I pick her up and pin her against the one blank wall of the closet before shrugging off my shirt.

She gasps as my thick, throbbing cock presses against her soaking pussy. She"s already trying to pull me in as I hold her just a bit too high for us to line up. "Please," she begs.

"Please, what?" It"s taking all of my self-control to stop myself from impaling her hard on my cock, but I love watching the saucy light in her eyes.

"Please…fuck me, husband?"

My swollen head slicks back and forth through her slit, not quite dipping inside. "Ohh, I"m not sure you really want it."

"Please," she begs, staring into my eyes. "Take me hard. We both want it."

With one motion, I drive in, right to the hilt. Olivia screams in delight, her arms around my shoulders as she wriggles against me. Her tight, wet pussy always feels perfect.

Somewhere, on one of the dozens of beaches we visited over our honeymoon, I had an epiphany. I know now why I could never settle down before. It wasn"t just my fear of repeating my father"s mistakes. My fear of missing opportunities, or of being tied down.

I was searching for Olivia. And now that I"ve found her, my home is in her arms, in her sexy soft body, in her eyes.

My cock pounds deep and fast as her back squirms against the wall, her frantic moans muffled by my mouth. Our tongues dance together as her fingernails prick the back of my neck. I can already feel her inner walls tensing and rippling around me as I ram her deep, her breasts bouncing against my chest with every stroke.

Time seems to stop as we move together, moaning and thrusting and gasping and fucking…loving each other into oblivion. Reaching up to the back of her neck, I grip her hair hard, giving her head a gentle tug back as I stare into her eyes. "Come for your husband. Now."

With a twisted, savage moan, she obeys. Her body detonates, squirming and writhing as she explodes all around me, her pussy gripping me so tight that I have no choice but to come with her. Burying my cock deep, my mouth crashes to hers as long bursts of come spill inside her pussy.

We hold each other tightly for a long time, then she smiles, grinning widely. "I swear, the one time I do my hair nicely…"

"It"s fine." She kisses me again, then I laugh as I look around. "I think this was probably the only room we hadn"t fucked in yet."

She stares past my shoulder, thinking. "We still have the pantry. And the laundry room. Can"t forget those."

Setting Olivia down on her feet, I grab her ass hard, pulling her against me. "We do love our tiny enclosed spaces, don"t we?"

Her eyes blaze. "As long as I"m in your arms, you can take me anywhere you want."

Tucking her against my chest, we just hold each other quietly for several moments.

My sweet, gorgeous wife is starting the first job of her dream career next week. Our wonderful home is finished, except for a few beds in the garden. I adore my job as a pilot for the fastest-growing private airline in the country.

Right now, our lives have absolutely zero turbulence, except when we"re endlessly rolling in the sheets.

Nothing but clear skies and endless love ahead.

If you haven"t yet read Rescued by the Surly Woodsman, click here.

You"ll meet Jace again in Found by the Surly Ranger, coming in June 2024.