Dr Stantons The Epilogue

by T L Swan

  He smiles sexily as his eyes hold mine. “Fuck, yeah.” He brushes the hair back from my forehead tenderly as he watches me.

  I pull down his briefs and am gifted with a perfect sight. Pre-ejaculate is beading on the end, and I slowly lick it off.

  He inhales sharply.

  I take him deep and he closes his eyes. I feel his knees go weak as he puts his hand on the back of the wingback chair to steady himself.

  I take him deeper and deeper, my hand following my tongue as I pump him with force.

  “Oh, my God,” he moans. “That’s so fucking good.” He tips his head back and pants as I give him a good going-over. He’s put in all this work for me and now I’m going to put all my work in for him.

  “Ash…” he pants as his face scrunches tight. “I need a photo.”

  “What?” I whisper around his cock.

  “I need a photo of you sucking my cock in your wedding dress.”

  “You’re a deviant.” I take him deep again. “Get your camera.” I smile.

  “Yes,” he whispers. He holds the camera in place and, as I take him deep, I look at him and he takes the shot. He takes another, and then another, and then he drops the camera and watches me in awe. His eyes darken.

  “I need to fuck my wife,” he growls in a whisper.

  I giggle. “Don’t you mean make love? I think married people make love, Cameron,” I tease.

  He shakes his head as he pulls me to my feet and turns me away from him. He slowly slides the zipper down.

  “Nope. No making love in this fucking house,” he whispers as his lips dust my neck. He slides my dress down from behind and hisses when he sees my white wedding lingerie: a white bra and corset, with a matching g-string and garter belt. My stockings are thigh-high and white.

  His eyes drop down my body and rest on my sex before they travel back up to my face. “If you married me for romance, Mrs. Stanton, I’m afraid you will be sadly disappointed.” He trails his finger down between my breasts and then down to my sex. He rubs me in small circles through my panties, and then he cups my sex aggressively with his whole hand, gripping me tight.

  “This body is mine now,” he purrs. He slides my panties to the side and impales me with three fingers.

  “Ahh…” I moan as I throw my head back.

  “We won’t be making love, Ashley.” He pumps me hard with his thick fingers, and my eyes close. “We’re going to be fucking hard. Day and night, night and day.”

  He bites my neck aggressively and my legs nearly give way.

  He pulls his pants down and lies back on the bed. “Get on me and ride this cock.”

  I go to remove my bra and he holds his hand up in a stop gesture.

  “I want the underwear and veil left on.” He licks his lips as his eyes drop to my sex. “Tonight, I get to fuck my wife.”

  8

  The pitter-patter of little feet wakes me from my slumber, and I inhale deeply. It’s early morning and the sun is just peeking through the drapes.

  “Dad,” Owen says into the silence.

  Cameron stays sleeping.

  “Dad,” he calls again.

  “Hmm.” Cameron frowns and pulls the blankets back. His son climbs into his arms and Cam kisses the top of his head. “Go back to sleep, buddy,” he whispers groggily.

  I smile and put my arm over Cameron and dust the back of my fingers down Owen’s face. “Good morning, my beautiful Owie,” I mumble, smiling sleepily.

  “Morning, Momma,” he whispers in his husky little voice.

  We lie in silence for another half hour.

  “Dad, I’m hungry.” Owen stretches.

  Cameron’s eyes stay shut. “Sshh,” he whispers with his eyes still shut. “Don’t wake Momma; she’s very tired.”

  “Mom’s already awake,” Owen replies, annoyed.

  “Huh?” Cameron rolls over and smiles when he sees me with my eyes open. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mrs. Stanton in the flesh.” He slides his hand around my waist and kisses me softly. “I thought you were still asleep.” He smiles.

  “No, I was letting you sleep in.”

  He smiles against my lips, as if remembering something. “We got married yesterday.”

  I laugh. “Huh, fancy that. We did.” I get up and throw my robe on and open the drapes and look around my beautiful room. There’s even a framed photograph of the three of us on my bedside table. “I just love this room, Cam.” I shake my head. “I love everything about it. What you picked, how you did it. The fact that you did it yourself.”

  Cam smiles proudly as he looks around. “Hmm, me too.”

  I smirk; I would just love to tease him about loving this room…but, I won’t.

  “How did you ever pull this off?” I ask.

  “With great difficulty,” he sighs, his eyes still closed.

  “Dad, I’m really hungry.” Owen frowns. “Get up.”

  Cameron is the one who usually fusses over Owen in the mornings. However, today, the poor man is exhausted.

  “Daddy is tired, baby. I’ll get your breakfast,” I reply.

  Cameron yawns. “It’s not here yet; I have to ring for it.”

  “Huh?” I frown.

  “The hotel down the road is bringing up a full breakfast out in the garden, but I have to ring for it.” He yawns sleepily. “I couldn’t cook you anything because we don’t have a kitchen yet.”

  Owen’s eyes widen in horror; he’s getting hangry. “Well, how long will that be?”

  “I packed some Muesli bars and bananas in your backpack, Owen,” Cam replies.

  “Come on, let’s go get your backpack until breakfast arrives.” I smile.

  Cameron gets up and sleepily pulls his boxers on.

  “Stay in bed, Cam,” I say.

  “Hmm, no.” He looks out the window. “I’ve got to put the sprinklers on our plants.”

  “What?” I frown.

  “We won’t be back for a week and I’m worried they’re going to die.” He sighs. “We do go on our honeymoon this afternoon, remember?” He shakes his head at my forgetfulness.

  “Am I coming on the moon-honey?” Owen asks.

  “No. Remember you’re going to stay with Blake and Natasha and Joshua,” Cameron says. “We’re bringing you back a big present.” He widens his eyes to accentuate his point. “Huge.”

  Owen smiles. “Oh, yeah, that’s right. Sick.” He punches the air in excitement.

  Cameron looks out the window. “I’ll need to give the garden a good soaking, though, now. We’ll leave in three hours, okay?”

  I drop my head and smile at the floor. “Is that a garden attachment I’m picking up on, Mr. Stanton?” I tease.

  His eyes glance up to me and he smirks, knowing full well I’ve got him.

  “Well…” His eyes flick back outside again. “I didn’t want to put all that work in for nothing,” he replies matter-of-factly.

  I fold my arms in front of me as I lean up against the wall. “Who knew that Cameron Stanton would trade nightclubs for gardening?”

  His eyes dance with mischief. “I’ll be sowing a few more seeds this week for that matter.”

  My eyes hold his. “If you’re lucky.”

  “No luck required,” he fires back. “I have a wife now. I can do whatever the hell I want with her.”

  I smile. “Is that so?”

  He holds up his hand and shows me the gold band on his finger with a raised eyebrow, and I smile broadly. “That is one sexy hand.”

  He takes me in his arms. “Well, I have one sexy wife.”

  “Eww. Stop kissing. I just want a banana,” Owen snaps.

  “Owen.” Cameron sighs, losing his patience. “I want to give your mother a banana. Go and find the backpack please. Now.”

  Owen scowls and heads into his room in search of his backpack, and Cameron kisses me. Deep, aggressive tongue as he grips the back of my head. Dominant perfection, my whole body tingles.

  “I can’t wait to get you on your own
for a week,” he whispers darkly, pulling my bottom lip out with his teeth and nipping it hard.

  I jump at the sting. He then leaves the room and I watch the doorway he just left through. My body thumps with arousal from his momentary touch.

  A week alone with my husband…and the mood he’s in… I think I should be scared.

  I smile sleepily as I lean my head on Cam’s shoulder. We’re on a plane en-route to our honeymoon in Paris…another surprise.

  Cameron is doing a crossword and I know he’s trying to calm his nerves about leaving Owen; he’s never had to do it before. I thought he was going to call the whole thing off when Owen got teary as we left.

  “He’ll be fine, Cam,” I sigh.

  Cam nods as he pretends to concentrate on the crossword. “I know,” he replies. “Maybe he would have been better staying with Jenna?”

  “He’s staying with Jenna through the day, but you said you wanted him to stay with Tash at night because she has guards with her all the time,” I reply.

  “I know.” He flicks his pen as he thinks.

  “It’s one week.”

  He nods. “I know.”

  I smile as I watch him. “And he’s crawled into bed with Tash and Josh before in the middle of the night, they don’t mind.” I smile softly. “He’s in very safe hands.”

  “A week’s a long time to a little kid,” he murmurs.

  “Cameron, he’ll be fine,” I reassure him. “He gets to spend time with his cousins, and this is the first week we have been away alone together. Ever.”

  He frowns. “We went to New York.”

  “Yes. And I was sick with nerves the whole time, knowing that you were going to leave me any second.”

  His brow creases. “How the hell did you do this parent thing on your own?”

  I shrug. “It was hard.” I think for a moment. “But not as hard as knowing that one day Owen was going to ask me who his father was.” I narrow my eyes as I think. “And knowing I couldn’t tell him the answer because I didn’t even know.”

  Cam shakes his head. “Fuck, Ash. What a nightmare that would have been.”

  I smile sadly as I think. “You know, I look back to when Owen was a baby, and even my pregnancy, and I feel like…” I pause.

  “You feel like what?” he asks.

  “I feel like I didn’t even enjoy being pregnant, you know? I was so scared and constantly worried about money and med school.”

  Cam’s face falls and he puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead. “Next pregnancy will be different, Bloss. I promise.”

  I smile and then I frown.

  “What?” he asks.

  “When do you think we could have another baby, Cam?”

  He frowns. “I thought you would want to wait a while. I didn’t want to bring it up and make you feel pressured,” he replies.

  “Owen will be five soon and if we want more,” I shrug, “I’m afraid the age gap will be too big between him and his brothers or sisters and then they won’t be close.”

  “Whenever you want, baby.” He smiles up against my face as he holds me close. “I’m happy with the family I’ve already got, but if it were up to me I would be trying to get you pregnant on this trip. I’m going to practice anyway, of course,” he mutters.

  I look up at him in shock. “What? A baby now? Really?”

  “We could?” He purses his lips as he thinks. “But… I know how much you gave up to have Owen, so the decision on when is yours. When you’re ready is when it will happen.”

  I smile against his chest. “How many children do you want, Cameron?” It feels funny to be talking about this.

  “Twelve,” he replies without hesitation.

  “Twelve?” I laugh. “That’s not happening, I can tell you right now.”

  “Okay, six.”

  “Six?” I shake my head. “Are you drunk?”

  Cameron smiles and kisses my lips. “Drunk on you.”

  “Cam.” I shake my head. “Babies are messes and crying and sleepless nights.”

  He smiles. “And if they give me the same kind of feeling that Owen gives me, then bring it the fuck on.”

  My eyes hold his. I love this man. “You know, Cameron, sometimes the things you say… and how hard you love me and Owen… you could probably get me pregnant just by looking at me if you really wanted to,” I whisper.

  “I like having sex with you too much to try that method,” he replies dryly.

  “You’re an animal.” I smile.

  He picks up his pen and goes back to his crossword. “That would make you Mrs. Animal,” he replies flatly as he reads. “Actually, put that on my headstone. Here lies Mr. Animal, husband to Mrs. Animal, who loved sucking cock.” He raises an eyebrow. “Hmm, I like it.”

  I roll my eyes. “Do your crossword, idiot.” I glance over his shoulder and read the next question. “Vostok 6,” I murmur.

  Cameron eyes flick up to me and he frowns and reads the question out loud. “In which craft did Valencia Tereshkova make her historic space flight?” He narrows his eyes at me. “How do you know that?”

  I shrug. “I don’t know. I must have read it once.”

  “Your brain is a real fucking turn on, you know?” He licks his lips. “You better watch out or I will get you pregnant.”

  Our eyes are locked.

  “I dare you,” I whisper.

  “Dare is a strong word… I am a goal-orientated man, you know.” He raises an eyebrow in question.

  My eyes drop to his lips. “So I’ve heard.”

  He kisses me slowly. “Challenge accepted. My mission is now crystal clear. Fuck my brainiac wife and inject her with my super human sperm.”

  “Oh, my God.” I laugh out loud. “You are determined on keeping that romance score as low as possible, aren’t you?”

  He winks sexily and sips his scotch. “You bet, baby.”

  We walk down the street, hand in hand.

  This is the honeymoon of all honeymoons. I can’t stop smiling. We have eaten and laughed our way around Paris. Sleeping in, having sex whenever we want, sleeping late, drinking cocktails, sightseeing, speaking French…when it’s actually necessary.

  “I love Paris.” I smile.

  “Paris loves you,” Cam replies casually. “Let’s go home and spend the afternoon in bed.”

  “That sounds awfully good.”

  His eyes flick to mine and he smiles darkly. “Do you want to stop for a few drinks before we go back to our hotel?”

  “No,” I reply as I look at the bustling street around us. “Let’s just go home.”

  We walk past a pharmacy. “I’ve just got to go in here for a moment.” He pulls me in by the hand.

  I’m not really concentrating and I just follow him around. “What are you looking for?” I ask as he looks for something specific.

  “I think it should be…” He frowns and goes to the next aisle and looks around. “Aha.” He picks a large bottle off the shelf and then keeps looking for something, and then picks another bottle from the shelf.

  “What’s that?” I ask.

  His eyes hold mine. “Lube.”

  What?

  My eyes widen and I swallow the lump in my throat.

  Fuck.

  “Sure you don’t want that drink?” he asks as he raises his brow.

  “Yeah, maybe I will,” I murmur.

  “You should maybe have a few.” His eyes drop to my lips. “You’re going to need to relax. I need my wife soft and supple to work with.”

  Double fuck.

  Two hours and a few cocktails later, we burst into our room. Cameron has been talking dirty to me for the last two hours and I’m pretty sure if he blows in my direction I’ll orgasm. Our lips are locked and he walks me backwards.

  “You know, Cam, I was thinking.” He slides my jeans down my legs, completely preoccupied.

  “Did it hurt?” he murmurs against my breast.

  I fake a laugh. “You’re so funny.” I hold the top of hi
s head as it drops lower, down my stomach.

  “You know…” I pause as he bites my hip bone, and my mouth falls open. “I’m not really into this, Cameron.”

  He bites me hard.

  “I like our sex life the way it is. I don’t think I want to change it. You don’t try and fix what isn’t broken…right?”

  He stands and his eyes hold mine. “This isn’t up for discussion, Ashley.” His voice has dropped to that dominant tone he gets when aroused.

  I frown.

  He runs his finger underneath my jaw and lifts my face so that it’s only millimeters from his. “You’re my wife.”

  I get goosebumps.

  “And I want to fuck your beautiful ass.”

  I swallow the lump in my throat as a fission of fear runs through me.

  “And I’m taking what’s mine. Today.”

  I frown. “It’s not that I don’t want to but… you’re really big, Cam,” I whisper. “It scares me.”

  “Have I ever hurt you, Bloss?”

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “You know I would never hurt you.” He kisses me, hard lips and soft tongue, and I feel my arousal start to pump. “I love you.” He kisses me again. “I want all of you.” Our kisses turns desperate. “I want you to want to please me and give me what I need.”

  I can feel my body submitting to his.

  “Trust me,” he whispers against my lips.

  Our kiss is slow and tender and perfect, and fuck I do want to give him this.

  It’s our honeymoon.

  “What if it starts to hurt?”

  “It will hurt… you know it will at first.” He slides my top over my shoulders and throws it to the floor, and undoes my bra and throws it off, too. He sucks on my nipple, hard enough that I wince in pain. “But sometimes a bit of pain is so, so good,” he murmurs against my skin.

  I close my eyes as he drops to his knees in front of me and slides my skirt down, and then my panties.

  I have my hands on his shoulders and he inhales deeply.

  My eyes close in pleasure.