“Of course, we’ll be there. It’s a happy occasion.” She pokes Dad’s ribs and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Your daughter’s getting married. We’re getting married. Stop being such a pain in the ass and order champagne!”
Twenty
Epilogue- A Week Later
Calvin
“Are you happy?” I hold my wife’s warm body close to mine and gaze into the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. She’s breathtaking. And she’s mine. All fucking mine.
We recited vows. Exchanged rings. Ate cake. Drank too much wine. And when all was said and done, ended the evening as husband and wife. It was the perfect night.
I’m a happily married man madly in love with his wife. I’ve become the man I always envied.
But now it gets even better.
The guests have gone. The moon has risen, and we’re alone at last.
“I married the most handsome man in the world.” Tessa rests her head on my chest. “I couldn’t be happier.”
My heart swells with love. “I’m sorry we didn’t have a big wedding. You deserved a big church affair with an obnoxious dress and twenty bridesmaids fawning over you.” I twirl her under my arm and guide her down the stairs onto the sand.
She skips a few steps ahead and spins with glee. “But this is exactly what I wanted. I wanted the sound of the ocean. I wanted the sand between my toes. And I wanted to end the evening where we started.” She drops to her knees and unfolds a towel in the sand.
“I want to make love on our spot. The place we first kissed. The place we fell in love.” She drops a strap on the flimsy slip she calls a dress and curls her finger. “Come here, baby.”
My eyes burn into hers. Blood rushes south of the equator and my cock thickens with breakneck speed. When she bites her lip and smiles, I lose my head and tackle her onto the towel.
“Calvin!” She giggles as I reach under her dress and rip off her baby blue wedding panties.
“That’s my something blue. Don’t lose them.” She searches the sand for remnants of lace, but it’s too late. Only shreds remain.
“I’ll buy you more.” My lips silence hers in a fiery kiss that pulls her attention back to our moment. The moment she wants to recreate. The night we almost made love in the sand.
“Calvin, I love you.” Her soft lips press to mine, and our breaths mingle through every tortuous kiss. I drop the second strap on her dress and let her breasts peek through the gauzy material. I don’t want to undress her completely, but I want to feel her tight nipples graze my sunburned skin.
“Tess, you’re so fucking beautiful. It’s been a month, my love. One month and now you’re my wife.” My voice breaks with emotion as my hands slide up her thighs and dig into the supple skin of her voluptuous ass.
“Calvin, I need you.” Her tiny hands work my belt, then undo zipper.
“No, I need you!” I lift her into my lap and wet my cock on her gushing slit.
“Now. Please.” She wraps her arms around my neck and seals her lips to mine. “Give it to me. I want the whole damn thing.”
“I’ll always give you what you want, baby.” I ease in slowly, then gasp when her tight walls strangle my cock without mercy. Her body shudders, her eyelids droop and her lips part in a silent scream that looks like unbridled bliss. All I want to do is dive in with her.
My hands grip her thighs and spread them wider, angling her into a perfect position to take my cock deeper. My heart beats wildly. My breath labors as I set a ruthless pace. With every thrust, my lips find hers and she begs me to give her more. The harder I thrust, the faster she rides. Nothing slows her down.
She wasn’t kidding. She wants it all.
“Calvin... keep going...” Her soft whimpers break me. Adrenaline pushes me to the limit. Love and ecstasy consume my senses. My lips fall on hers and with every kiss, I feast unreservedly on my beautiful wife. I’ll never get enough.
“I love you, Tess.” I hold her gaze and study her flawless face. Time seems to stop. Every thrust moves slower and feels twice as strong. She grinds into my lap, undulating as her body welcomes me over and over.
“I love you. I’ve always loved you.” She grinds and pulls me and in out of her slick passage. The tension builds fast. With each pass, my cock swells on the verge of eruption. She’s so wet. So tight. When her flesh contracts around my cock and her frail body ignites in waves of violent ecstasy, I unravel with her.
“Tess...” I thrust deeper, harder, and faster. My kiss drowns out her screams and my body tenses as streams of hot cum erupt inside her. But I keep going. It slides down her thighs and onto my lap, but I keep going. We want a family. We want our life to start now and what better place than where it all began.
“Calvin...” With a breathy sigh, she falls onto the towel and I cover her shivering body with mine.
“You said you were a naughty girl, my love. You weren’t kidding.” I curl her into my arms and my heart bursts with love.
She giggles and tucks my spent cock back into my pants. “I warned you. Now you’re stuck with me.”
“Yes, I am. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
Twenty-One
Epilogue- Two Years Later
Calvin
As the sun sets, I watch my Tessa walk towards the water carrying our son high on her chest. Protective as always, she won’t let the cool water splash his feet, but gets him close enough to throw shells into the waves. We’re here with Olivia’s family and our parents for the Fourth of July and Caden’s birthday. He turns one on the 3rd and with any luck, another baby will join him before he turns two.
But no matter what comes, whether we have one baby or ten, my heart is full. The emptiness is gone. Tessa blew into my world like the ocean breeze and gave me the life I’ve always wanted. She’s miraculous. The incarnation of love. As long as I live, I’ll work hard to prove I’m worthy of such a gift.
Not everyone gets to fall in love. But I did. I fell blissfully in love. And each day I wake up with an angel by my side and fall in love all over again.
From my place on the deck, I watch her frolic through the surf in the same white bikini she wore two years ago. She loves to wear it when we’re here alone, re-enacting that night with a much naughtier ending. It’s a shame we can’t do it tonight.
But there are other things.
With the sun dipping lower, I take the steps onto the sand and call out to my wife and son. Tessa waves Caden’s hand, curling his tiny fingers in her thumb as she trudges towards me. Before she can speak, I take them both into my arms.
“What are you doing?” She laughs with delight and lets me take Caden from her tired embrace.
“Dance with me.” I wrap my arms around her waist and with Caden between us, lead her into a waltz.
“Have you been drinking?” She giggles as she follows my lead, traipsing though the sand under the rising moon while I hum her favorite song.
I shake my head and smile. “Nope. I’m drunk on love. My parents did this all the time when I was a kid. They’d dance under the moon for no other reason than to celebrate the end of a glorious day. But every day with you is glorious. Every day is better than the one before.”