“Oh my God, Frank,” she cried out as she went over the cliff again. Feeling her pussy tighten and spasm around his dick, he thrust again. Once, twice, three times. On the fourth thrust, he came, calling out her name as he poured himself into her.
Spent, he fell to his side, pulling her into him with their bodies still connected. Looking at her, he marveled at how beautiful she was – hair sweaty and matted down, eyes hooded with satisfaction, skin dewy with sweat and the smell of sex dancing all around.
She reached her hand up and stroked his cheek as she looked at him in wonder. “Frank…that was spectacular. I never…I didn’t realize what I was missing but I’m so glad I found out with you.”
Pulling her close for a kiss, he said “Spectacular is a good word, sweetheart.” She felt bereft as he pulled away, then watched with interest as he strode toward the bathroom, coming back with a warm wet cloth to clean her up. The view going was good, but the view coming back? No words. And, he was all hers!
Climbing back into bed, he pulled her close after getting her sleep mask in place and her machine turned on and said “Sleep, my bride. We’ve had a long day and I’m going to want more of you in a little while, yeah?”
A giggle escaped as she said “Are you sure I didn’t die and go to heaven? Because that’s how I feel right now! I’m beyond relaxed but keyed up.”
He chuckled as he kissed the top of her head and said “I’ll be using that ‘keyed up’ up later, I promise. For now, let’s sleep. I love you, Dorrie-girl, forever and a day.”
Already drifting into sleep, she said “I love you too, Frank.”
Epilogue
Frank smiled to himself as he went across the street and into the salon. He wanted to get her home and off her feet and planned to do a little pampering if she’d let him.
As the door chimed, Dorrie looked up and grinned as she saw her husband walking toward her. He smiled thinking about how much life had changed over the past ten years. Both of his girls were now married and starting their own families, but still doing hair and skin at the salon. They had changed majors and between the mentoring they received from his bride and Renee and the tech college, had all but aced their exams. Tony was overseas, an avionics technician for the Navy. DJ had enrolled in the local college and planned to become a certified bike mechanic, something they desperately needed seeing as the MC currently had to drive two towns over to get their bikes worked on if it was something they couldn’t handle themselves. Three grandkids from Jessie, and Josie was pregnant with her first, a boy.
And then there was his bride. Their wedding night had given them a beautiful, nine-pound baby boy. Since he enjoyed his wife often, Lucas had two little sisters and a little brother, and any day now, they would be welcoming a set of twins into their brood. And despite her protestations that she didn’t look like she did when they met, he loved her softer curves even more than he thought possible. Ten kids between the two of them. Who would have thought that by listening to that still small voice he would have been given such a bountiful harvest?
Reaching her, he said “Hey, Dorrie-girl, you ready to go home and get off your feet?” “Ah, hell yes. They’re swollen, I have cankles and I’m not sure, but I think the twins are going to be Olympic gymnasts,” she said, reaching up for his kiss.
Sigh. Ten years. And the zing was still there whenever he touched her she thought. They had taken a lot of goodnatured teasing when she came up pregnant again, and the doctor had cautioned against any more after these two because of her age, but she didn’t regret any of the blessings they had been given. He still called her his bride, even all these years later. He still prayed over them before bed at night. And he still regularly left her love notes and little surprises when she least expected them. She loved that he was always wooing her. Always looking out for their family. All of their family. He had been a rock when she had lost her mother unexpectedly, building a father-in-law cabin on his property so that her dad could move back to be closer to her and the lights of his life – his grandkids. He, along with his MC Brothers had added so many businesses to the town that now people came to shop there instead of uptown, which did wonders for their local economy.
She thought back to when he came to town. How bereft everyone had been after the devastation from the year prior, and how with the guys from his club, they had built something that every single member of their tight-knit community had gotten invested in. The local kids had become doctors and lawyers, successful productive members of society, something that might not have happened had one man not listened to that still small voice that said “Feed them.”
“I love you, Dorrie-girl. Forever and a day” he said, something he did every day. She wasn’t sure what lottery she had won, but she was forever grateful for her biggest blessing, her handsome Christian biker.
The End
About the Author
Darlene is a self-employed hairdresser who loves the women she serves at the assisted living facilities she travels to on a weekly and/or monthly basis. She is also a nanny to two children, and writes resumes for pilots. She’s got two adult sons, two daughters-in-love, and eight grandchildren to date. A former native of upstate New York, she now makes her home about fifty miles south of Atlanta with her pets, and lives near her father, siblings and their families.
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