“Julia.”
He grins. “Guess I have some work to do to make you forget, don’t I?”
I don’t get the chance to respond. Edward works me with long, smooth strokes, hitting me so deep and so fast that everything is lit on fire. Pleasure builds and breaks over me, and I shout it out, unable to hold it in and not wanting to hold it back. I’ve never been able to come with anyone—or even by myself—the way I do with him. It’s impossible and amazing and I feel like I’m shining like a star.
I look up at him, and he’s looking at me with that fire in his eyes that makes me absolutely quake, and I can’t take it. Just that look makes me come again. It’s possession and love and lust all wrapped up into one. “I love you,” I tell him. There isn’t any other way to express the feeling building in my chest. “I love you.”
“You will never know how much I love you, Julia. But I’m going to try to show you, starting with making you forget your own name.”
“It’s not going to happen,” I say. “I’m very familiar with my own name.”
Edward just grins, and tips my hips so that I can take him deeper. “We’ll see about that.”
Epilogue
Edward
Eight Months Later
“Honey, I’m home!” I call out the words as I come through the door, knowing that they’ll make Julia laugh. We’ve never really been ones for pet names except for in jokes, so I use them whenever possible just to see the amused smile on her face.
But this time I don’t get a response. “Julia?”
“Up here.” That’s not a happy tone.
I have flowers that I brought home for her. Violets. They’re her favorite. I put them in a little vase before walking up to the bedroom that used to be just mine but that we now share. All the blinds are drawn and Julia is laying on her side of the bed, curled away from the door. But she’s fully clothed, so she’s not sleeping. “Are you okay?” I ask her, coming around to her side of the bed.
I can tell immediately that she’s been crying. But I’m distracted by her, and her swollen belly. Even in the midst of whatever is making her sad, she protectively cradles her stomach, drawing little circles on it like she’s done nearly every day for the last five months since we got the news. She regularly tells me that she thinks that she looks weird, but I think she looks more beautiful than ever.
There’s nothing I can do to describe how incredible it is that she’s carrying our child. And that she has a glow that she can’t see. Even Jane is excited by the baby, and the help we’re going to get when the baby is born is well worth some of the frustrations that come with living next to your soon-to-be mother-in-law. “What’s wrong?”
“It doesn’t fit?”
I lean over and kiss her on the cheek before sitting beside her. “What doesn’t fit?” It takes me a second, but I see that her gaze is focused on the ring sitting on her nightstand. The engagement ring I gave her three months ago. It sparkles in the dim light. When I proposed, Julia said yes so fast that I almost got whiplash, and she swore that she’d never take the ring off. “Oh, Julia, that’s okay.”
“I know,” she says, voice thick with tears. “I feel stupid for being so upset about it. But it just…it’s making me so sad and I can’t help it.”
I turn her face to mine. “We’re not any less engaged because you don’t have the ring on right now.”
“Yeah. It’s just hormones, but it sucks.”
Kissing her softly, I distract her enough that I feel her body start to loosen. “It might be hormones, but that doesn’t make it less real. What upsets you upsets you.”
A tear runs down her cheek, and I catch it. “I brought you these,” I say, putting the vase on the nightstand with the ring.
“They’re really pretty.”
“Just like you.” She snorts and rolls her eyes. But that’s not something that I’ll let stand. “Julia, do I have to show you again?”
Her face changes suddenly. It’s not sad, it’s hungry. For me. “Maybe.”
I can’t make her believe that she’s beautiful, but I’m hoping that with enough time and dedication, she’ll see what I see. That she’s the most incredible woman I’ve ever known, and I can’t wait to spend my life with her. And she’s fucking hot.
One of the best things about her being pregnant is that Julia’s clothes are comfortable—and usually easy to remove. I have the leggings she’s chosen today down around her ankles in seconds, spreading those same ankles so that I have unfettered access exactly where I want it.
She’s wet at the first brush of my tongue. My wife—I’ve been calling her my wife since the moment she accepted my proposal—is so responsive that just a word can make her drip, and I fucking love it. I didn’t think that she could taste any better, but there’s something about being pregnant that makes her positively addictive.
I seal my mouth over her slit and milk it with my lips and tongue, stroking and teasing. It’s swollen with arousal and I lick her in the ways that I know she likes best. Short fast strokes underneath follow by slow circles. Things that will bring her to the edge, and then I can keep her there, hovering on the precipice for as long as I want. Today I want to taste her, and I want that pleasure to flood her mind and wash away the sadness.
Using my teeth, I graze the top of her clit before lowering my lips to her entrance and fucking her pussy with my tongue. Julia groans. It’s a move that she loves, and a burst of wetness floods my tongue. Amazing, and I make my pleasure known. “Mmm.” I can’t count the times that I’ve told her that I would eat her for every meal if I could.
Julia’s breathe is short little gasps, a sure sign that she’s close, and I replace my tongue with my fingers, instead choosing to focus my mouth on her clit again. With two fingers and then three, I gently push in, curling them up and back to find her G-spot. It’s not hard, the rough little patch inside her otherwise slick and smooth pussy. She moans when I brush across it, and I don’t slow down. I thrust into her there and suck her hard, feeling her shake. I love the sound of her yelling my name as she goes over the edge, orgasm gushing across my fingers.
And I get another one out of her. I could keep going, and she would keep coming, but she’s that much more sensitive now, and I want a little more fun before it becomes too much for her to continue. Hovering over her, I lock gazes and make her watch as I lick her juice from my fingers. Even after all this time, it still makes her blush.
Fuck, I’m hard. But I’ll admit to myself that I was hard the second that I walked in the room. It’s difficult to be within ten feet of Julia and not be hard. That’s how much I always want her.
“I’m never going to get used to that, am I.” It’s not a question.
I laugh. “Probably not.”
Julia sighs, and then looks nervous. “She’s sitting weirdly today,” she says, referring to the baby. “I don’t know if I can have sex.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I had an idea that I wanted to try.”
“Oh?”
First I lean down, and kiss her slowly, invading her mouth with my tongue and drawing her into me until her arms are clinging to mine and she’s completely out of breath. “I want your ass, Julia.”
Her eyes go wide. “Now?”
“Right now.”
“I—” she bites her lip. “Are you sure?”
I grab her hand and put it over my cock through my pants. “Yes, I think so. We’ll get you a comfortable position, and I’ll do all the work. But I want to fuck your tempting ass. And now is the perfect time. Your pussy is going to be more uncomfortable, and I’m not going to stop giving you orgasms.”
She’s flushed and still breathing heavy. I can see that she’s still nervous, but not fearful. She’s excited by the idea. “Okay.”
I can’t keep the grin off my face as I kiss her. “All fours, baby. Get pillows. Make yourself comfortable. Do what you need to do.”
Julia freezes. “What if I don’t like it?”
I shrug. “Then y
ou don’t like it.”
“You won’t be mad?”
“Julia,” I say, pulling her into a sitting position. “In our entire relationship, have I ever been mad if you didn’t want or like something?”
“No,” she admits. This is the hormones and nerves talking. And those things need to come out, but she needs to remember who we are too.
“And that’s not going to start now.”
I strip off my suit while she makes herself comfortable, and I retrieve the bottle of lube that I’ve been saving for this occasion. This was always the plan, but we just haven’t gotten around to it. And now, when she needs a distraction, seems like as good a time as any. Especially since what I said is true. Julia is eight months pregnant, and my cock isn’t small. Sex isn’t going to be comfortable much longer, and I know for a fact that neither of us are willing to let it go for that long.
Julia is settled on a mound of pillows, and honestly I might suggest that she sleep like this she looks so comfortable. I lean forward and stroke her ass, use my lips to brush her spine. “Are you okay?” I ask. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I do,” she says. “Yes. I do.”
I smile as I kiss her neck. “You’re amazing. You know that?”
Julia laughs softly. “So you keep telling me.”
The lubricant is cool but not cold. I spread it across my fingers, and gently onto the bud of her ass. “I’m going to start with fingers.”
She moans in response as I gently but firmly press my thumb against her ass. It eases in slowly, and Julia lets her head fall forward onto the pillows. “All good?” I ask.
“All good. All weird.”
I press my thumb deeper, and I kiss her ass too, reassuring too. She takes my thumb so beautifully that I can’t help but stroke my cock with my other hand. I can’t wait to see her gorgeous ass swallowing it. More lube is needed. On my cock first, and then her ass. “We’re going to go slow,” I say, pressing the head of my cock against her. “Ready?”
“Mhmm,” She’s already biting her lip which is a good sign.
I push, and I know that this will be the hardest part of it all. It feels so impossibly tight. My cock is way bigger than my thumb, and for a second, I think that we might not be able to do this—that maybe I’m just too big and she’s not warmed up enough, but then the head of my cock slips inside, and we both moan.
Holy fuck.
It’s like my dick is in the best kind of vise. Oh yes. I have to tell myself to go slow. I want all of this right now. Gripping her hips firmly, I sink in a little further before pulling back. I do that every time, never fully pulling out, but not slamming in either. It’s excruciatingly slow ecstasy. Every inch is slow. Every millimeter a little closer.
“How do you feel?” I manage to grit out.
“It’s so fucking weird but in a good way,” she says. “Like everything is sensitive. Just like the way you made me come with your tongue there.”
I had nearly forgotten about that. Julia responded so beautifully with her ass, I bet if I touched her clit right now, she’d come. I decide to test that theory, reaching down and around, barely brushing her with my fingers. “Oh God,” she almost yells it, shaking, her ass slamming down on my cock with pressure I can’t describe. She collapses into the pillows, trembling with orgasm and the wetness of it spilling into my hand.
I chuckle. “I’m thinking you like this.”
“Fuck, yes,” she moans.
“Good.”
I move a little faster, easing my way deeper and deeper into her ass, until I can’t fit anymore in. “Holy shit, Julia,” I say. “You’re taking all of me.”
“I can’t breathe,” she moans. “I’m so full of you.”
It looks even better than I imagined, the way her ass is stretched apart. My balls are pressed up against her, and just the sensation of being burned in this tightness is more than I’ll ever be able to put words to. Moving faster, I slowly pull back and push in. Again and again, slowly gaining speed until I’m fucking Julia at a decent pace, and her hands are fisting into the comforter.
I circle her clit with my thumb again, and she screams. She comes, and then she doesn’t stop coming. Every thrust of my cock brings on a new wave, and I’m being squeezed within an inch of my life. Oh God, I’m so close, so close that I can’t think or stop or breathe.
Fireworks flare behind my eyes as I explode. Fierce, roaring pleasure takes me, and I bellow it out. I fill her ass with my cum, loving the heat that’s spreading inside, and the way she’s still gripping me with it, still shaking with her own pleasure.
I can’t stop moving, still driving into her, spreading her ass further until every last drop of pleasure is spent from my body. I can barely support myself above her, and press my chest to her back, lips to her ear. “You have the ass of a goddess.”
A breathy laugh. “And you have the cock of a god.”
I don’t want to leave her, so I clean myself quickly before sliding into bed beside her, pulling up the blankets with the pillows to cover us both. I hold her against me, face to face so I can feel our baby too. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” I say, kissing her deep.
“I should be thanking you. We’re going to do that again.”
“That’s the plan. And tomorrow I’m going to buy you a chain for the ring. You can wear it as a necklace if you want.”
Julia tucks her head against my chest. “Thank you.”
“I know you like wearing it.”
“Of course I do.” I can’t keep the smile of my face. “What?”
“I just can’t get over this,” I say. “I get to come home to you every day. It’s perfect. Better than any life I ever imagined.”
She closes her eyes. “Even when your fiancée is crying over the fact that her fingers are too fat?”
“Even when my wife is crying about anything. Because she’s beautiful and brilliant, and tears don’t scare me, no matter what.” I kiss her, and the way she goes pliant in my arms never gets old. I hope that I’ll always be able to give her that feeling. “I love you, Julia Palmer.”
“You already call me your wife,” she says. “You should start practicing calling me Julia Werlin.”
My smile only gets wider. “You’re right. In that case, I love you, Mrs. Julia Werlin.”
“I love you too, Edward Werlin.”
It looks like she was getting ready to say something else, but the time for talking is over now. I roll over and kiss my wife, the way I intend to do it for the rest of our lives: deep, and never stopping.
* * *
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