Epilogue

SKYE

“ C !” I called out.

I threw my head back and tried my best to focus as Boone ran his tongue over my clit again. Was that an S or a Z? It was getting harder to tell the closer I got to orgasm.

“S?” I finally guessed.

He pulled away and looked at me. “That was a Z. You lose.”

I smiled. “Fine. I have a game I want to play on you. Get up here.”

He shook his head. “Nope. No more games.”

And then he returned to what he was doing. Only this time, he didn’t make out shapes with his tongue. He flicked his tongue back and forth, moving over my clit with the expert touch that he always had. It was only seconds before I was arching my back on the sofa in front of the large window at the back of our log cabin. In front of us was a beautiful view of the lake, and I planned to enjoy it fully while I was fucking my husband in this very spot in a few minutes.

Lucas’s team had built this house using wood sourced by my husband’s logging team. Boone had been working with Lucas for a full ten years at this point, throughout the births of our three beautiful children, all of whom were hanging out at my parent’s house in Charlotte for the week. It was our first full week alone since our oldest son, Caleb, was born only nine months after we got married, which was only six months after meeting.

I no longer managed the gift shop. I’d taken time off to raise our children while Lucas worked super-long hours. But now that our youngest was in kindergarten, I was getting back into the swing of things. I’d been selling my kids’ clothing online after they outgrew it, but lately, I’d ventured into making beaded lanyards that I sold in an online shop my best friend Georgia helped me set up. Like me, she’d set her career aside to raise her kids, but she was starting to get into this stuff too, even offering to help me make jewelry.

“Don’t stop!” I gasped as I felt my body making that all-too-familiar climb toward orgasm. “Like that. Oh, fuck yeah, that feels so…good…”

My orgasm finally took over my body, rendering me speechless and leaving me gasping. When I finally stilled, Boone rose to look at me. I thought about the game I wanted to play on him, but I needed a mug each of a cold beverage and a warm beverage to make it happen. I’d take a sip from each while I blew him. According to my online research, guys really liked the contrast.

We’d do that a little later. We had all week to make love in every position wherever we wanted in this cabin.

Right now, I had one thing I wanted to do.

“Stand up,” I ordered, sitting forward on the chair. “I want to suck your cock in front of this window.”

My husband loved it when I talked dirty.It had taken a while for me to get comfortable with it, but when the door to our bedroom closed, the guard came down.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

As he stood, he wore a big smile. Yes, he liked this part of things, even if he rarely finished that way. He always had to be inside me when he came.

I shoved down his pajama pants and underwear, taking a long moment to appreciate his gigantic erection. I was a lucky, lucky woman.

There was just one problem with his size. I couldn’t even come close to fitting all of it in my mouth. But I’d perfected my technique, clutching the base and stroking as I slid him as deep as he could go. He moaned, drawing my gaze up to his face. It was tough to see his expression from this vantage point, but I knew him well enough to know exactly what was happening on his face as he tilted his head back, his chest rising and falling in rapid movements. His eyes would be closed, his jaw clenched as he fought with everything he had to hold back.

And he’d definitely hold back. The few times he had let me finish him off, he’d thoroughly enjoyed letting go, but he clearly liked coming inside me.

“Stand up,” he said, nudging me away after only a couple of minutes. “I want to feel that wet pussy around me.”

My eyes squeezed closed at his words. As it turned out, I liked a little dirty talk too. I opened my eyes and stood, maneuvering around him as he plopped down in the wingback chair that faced the window. It was my favorite place to curl up with a good book on a snowy January day, but on this particular summer day, it might become my favorite place for another reason entirely.

I was preparing to mount him when he shook his head and made a gesture with his hand. “Face the window. You can look out at the mountains while you ride me.”

My eyes widened at that, but I did exactly what he said and was immediately grateful I did. The view was amazing, and I could think of nothing more enjoyable than staring out the window at the trees across the lake while I slid onto my husband’s thick erection.

It got even better once he was deep inside me. He settled his finger on my clit and began rubbing me as I bounced up and down. He loved watching me ride him, so this time he was missing out. That might’ve been why he moved his other hand to my left breast to fondle my nipple as I bounced up and down on him, grabbing the arms of the chair to balance myself.

“Mmm,” he moaned as he planted a kiss on my back. “You feel so good, baby. I’m the luckiest fucking man alive.”

I felt like the luckiest woman, but I’d wait until later to tell him that. Right now, I just wanted to savor every bit of this. The sight of the beautiful view in front of me combined with silence that spread throughout the cabin. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the slap of our bodies as I rode him faster and harder.

“Don’t stop,” I said, repeating my words from earlier. “Ohhhhhh.”

That last word was drawn out so long, it extended into the start of my orgasm. But once again, I lost all ability to speak or make any noise whatsoever. All I could do was try to catch my breath as heat spread through my body, the tingle between my legs morphing into full-blown pulsations. I didn’t want it to stop, but when it did, I moved off him and stood, turning to face him.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” I said.

His confused expression shifted to a look of wide-eyed wonder. I didn’t wait for him to speak. Instead, I knelt between his legs and took him in my mouth, this time moving one hand to his balls as the other wrapped around his base.

Within seconds, he closed his eyes and rested his head against the chair, truly enjoying what I was doing to him. This was exactly what I wanted—for him to be able to enjoy a blowjob without holding back. It would be the first time in several years he’d come this way, even though I loved to do it.

“Fuck, I can’t hold on any longer,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’m com?—”

He didn’t finish the word. He didn’t have to. His cock had already begun throbbing and warm liquid filled my mouth. I waited until the throbbing stopped to pull away, but he still didn’t move. He was drained.

I stood and grabbed the throw from the sofa and returned, sliding onto his lap and into his arms. I was no lightweight, but my husband was so strong, he could carry my weight with little effort. He only got stronger with each year we were married, thanks to all the hard physical labor his job entailed. Yes, he managed a team, but he liked being out in the woods, taking care of the parts of the job no piece of logging equipment could handle.

“Can we just stay here for the rest of the year?” he asked as we stared out the window.

“That sounds great, but we’d miss the kids too much.”

“They can join us,” he said. “With us fully dressed, of course. We’ll just move the sofa here and sit staring out the window all day, every day.”

I snuggled deeper against him. “You’d miss your job.”

“That’s true. But I think I could give it up to do this all day.”

I pulled away to look at him. “I was thinking about getting up and making us some pancakes, but if you want to stay here all day…”

“Pancakes sound great. I’ll make the bacon.”

Together, we shuffled into the kitchen to make breakfast. As much as I loved our kids, this was nice. It proved that even after ten years, we still had that spark. And I had full faith that it would never go away.