“I love you, Elizabeth.”
Looking into her eyes, I see traces of happy tears as she gives me a watery smile. I wrap my arms around her back as I slowly sink inside of her. I kiss the trails of her tears away. We are in no rush to finish this. My strokes in and out of her body are slow and patient. We are building something greater than an orgasm between us. We are building an unbreakable bond that will never waver.
“I love you, too, Lucias.”
When her thumb comes up and brushes away something wet on my face, I realize that I’ve gotten caught up in the moment, too. I feel the power of what we’ve created, and what is to come, and it’s overwhelmingly beautiful. Our love made this moment, and our love will see us through the next hundred years. Something like that doesn’t come along every day, and it’s changed me. For the better.
The thick drag of my cock in and out of her is delicious. I can feel every ridge of my shaft penetrating her tight channel, stretching her to accommodate my size. Every warm pulse of her wet cunt makes my heartbeat pick up speed. I’m determined to go slow. I want this moment to be savored, and I refuse to pound into her like some animal.
“Lucias,” Izzy whispers, and I realize I’d closed my eyes to concentrate.
When I look down, I see the need on her face. She looks almost pained.
“Please, Lucias. I need more. Harder.”
The last word is whispered, and I shake my head while gritting my teeth. If I try to speak, I’ll give in and start pounding into her. This moment should be special. No matter how fucking difficult it is to hold myself back.
I feel her feet come around my waist and pull me to her roughly. I let out a long moan at the contact, and I hold myself still inside her for a moment.
“I love you, baby. But if you don’t fuck me like your life depends on the next thrust, I swear on your motorcycle, I’m going to roll us over and ride you like I stole you.”
I let out a bark of laughter. I can’t help it. My gorgeous soon-to-be-wife is demanding, and I’ll give her what she wants. Like I always do and I always will.
“Yes, ma’am. My sweet Elizabeth.”
I thrust into her just as she asks. We both let out a groan of satisfaction. My dick is fucking deep, but her hips are rise to meet me halfway, wanting it hard. Her * is nice and wet, making my cock slippery. Reaching between us, I rub her hard clit, getting her to squeeze me with every stroke.
“That’s it, baby. Cum all over your old man’s dick. I’m yours, baby, just like you’re mine. Fucking take it.”
Her hands fly up to my shoulders, gripping me tightly, as her hips come off the bed to fuck me. She’s horny, and I’ve got no choice but to satisfy her need. It only takes three more hard thrusts before she’s coating my shaft with her cream and I’m moaning my own orgasm.
My mouth falls on hers as I taste my name on her lips. We embrace as tightly as possible as our orgasms pass between us and we blend together. At one point, I don’t know where we begin and end. I only know that we are together.
I whisper words of devotion as I hold her to me and begin to make love to her all over again. This time I swear I’m going to go slow. No matter how much she begs. At least that’s what I tell myself.
Epilogue
Izzy
Two years later…
Lucias comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my growing belly. We’re pregnant with our second girl, and he’s so excited he can’t stand it.
“Any day now,” he singsongs in my ear, and I just smile.
Things are so easy between us. We’ve fallen into our rhythm, but it still feels like we just met. The heat from day one is still firing between us, and the sweet tender side of my rough rider is still just as strong.
We sold my grandmother's house because it held a lot of memories, and over time, the bad ones outweighed the good. Lucias had a house built for us way out on the other side of the club’s property. They have acres and acres on this estate, so even though it’s close, we still have our cozy solitude when we want it. Our daughter, Amelia, loves it out here. We all do.
I’ve cut back some hours at the office, only working three days a week. Lucias wants me to quit altogether, but I don’t think I could ever give it up. As much as I love my babies, I like having a purpose beyond just being a mom. Besides, with the way Ham loves to go to work with me, it would break that little dog’s heart if I stopped.
Lucias comes around in front of me, takes the clothes basket, and starts folding. I never would have thought him to be the domestic type, but he’s taking to fatherhood like a duck to water. He was always a good man, but he’s an incredible father.
He looks over to where Amelia is playing and blows her a kiss. She giggles and goes back to building a fort around Ham, and I roll my eyes. He’s asleep, so it’s not like he cares.
“You okay?” Lucias asks, giving me a sympathetic look.