Her hand slips into mine and she pulls me into her bedroom, locking the door behind us. The minute I hear that little click, I pull her into me and claim her irresistibly sweet mouth with mine. As our lips meet, she moans into our kiss, a noise that makes my cock harder than ever.
Jesus. I don’t know how I’ve lasted this long without her.
We move toward her bed, breaking our kiss only so that I can peel off her top and throw it aside. As she wriggles out of her pants, the sight of her bare curvy hips makes me delirious with desire. I watch in awe as Karin strips off her bra and panties and lies back on her bed, a heated but sweetly shy look in her eyes.
I tear off my clothes and join her. She spreads her thick thighs for me, breathing heavily as I move over her. I reach down, fist my cock, and drag the head over her wet sex, smearing my pre-cum all over her.
“Ryan,” she moans, sliding her hands up my arms and squeezing tight.
I nestle my cock against her slit and push an inch inside her. Then another inch. And another. And then, with a groan, all the rest.
Karin gasps, pressing her head back against the pillow. I breathe heavily as I slowly slide in and out of her, driving into her velvety hot cunt.
Certain things in life feel undeniably right, and this is one of them. We’re right together. We have a future together. I know it with every ounce of my soul.
I pay close attention to the sound of Karin’s moans as I roll my hips and thrust hard and deep into her, chasing what makes her feel good. And when she comes, it’s the most beautiful thing. I lose myself in her, feelings of real, genuine love whispering in my heart. Karin. Karin.
As her name leaves my lips, I know I’ll be saying it for the rest of my life.
7
EPILOGUE – KARIN
I’m sure people gossiped about it when Ryan and I began dating. But I didn’t care if they did. The simple truth of it was that Ryan made me happy. If anyone had something to say about that, it was their problem.
The only person’s opinion I did care about was Amelia’s. But she was thrilled about the change in my relationship with Ryan. She was so thrilled, in fact, that three weeks after Ryan and I started dating, she asked us if we were going to get married, and if so, could she please pick out the color palette?
In response, Ryan burst out laughing. Meanwhile, I stammered something incoherent.
“I’m just kidding, Mom,” Amelia said, grinning at me. “You should pick out your own colors.”
Six months later, Ryan proposed to me. Although I didn’t see it coming and was utterly speechless when he got down on one knee, I knew my answer before he even finished asking me to marry him. It didn’t matter that we had only been together for a handful of months. He was the one I was meant to be with. He was it.
We were married the following June, just as the weather started to warm up again. It was a small wedding, extremely casual, and absolutely perfect. Ryan looked delicious in his tux. I almost didn’t want him to take it off that night. But, of course, he quickly gave me other pleasures to get lost in—more times than I could count.
We weren’t planning on moving into a new house right away. It just kind of happened. A lovely older couple contacted me to help them sell their home—they had both just retired and were about to move to Virginia—and when I arrived at their house to conduct the initial walkthrough, I was stunned by how much I loved the property. It wasn’t the biggest or nicest house I’d ever seen, but it felt like home.
And when Ryan and Amelia saw the house, they both wholeheartedly agreed.
It’s been a year since we moved in. It’s safe to say we’re fully settled in now, although a big change is coming soon. I’m a little nervous about taking care of a newborn again. It’s been a long time since Amelia was a baby. But I also can’t wait for our family to expand from three to four.
Ryan is the best father to Amelia that I could ever ask for, and I know he’s going to be amazing with two kids…and with however more we end up having in the future. He’s the most loving, patient, loyal man I know.
Because of him, I feel whole in a way I never expected, and I never let a day go by without feeling deeply grateful for that.
A few days ago, we were sitting out on our back deck, watching Amelia dance around the yard in a dinosaur costume she had just made. The sun was setting, the air smelled sweetly of summer, and Ryan and I were sipping on watermelon lemonades. It was one of those moments that felt perfectly ordinary, but also perfectly extraordinary, and I turned to Ryan to tell him that.
He was already looking at me, smiling in that subtle way that always makes my heart race.
“Hey,” he said. “I love you.”
His words shimmered through me as much as they did the first time he ever said those three little words to me.
“I love you, too,” I said.
And I knew, without a doubt, that for the rest of our lives, he would continue to make me swoon.
