Page 25 of The Good Girl

Epilogue

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I knew exactly where to find him when I rolled over in bed and he wasn’t there. My body was finally getting back to normal after giving birth six weeks ago, and I was ready for my husband’s special brand of loving. It has been way too long.

I’ve never been this happy in my life. Not since the day Jonas and I stood in front of two hundred people and pledged our love for each other for all eternity.

After he’d bared his soul and let me in, things seemed to go full speed ahead. He was like a whole new person. I saw a different side of him. A side that made me wonder how he’d ever kept that part of him hidden.

We moved into our new home together and he’d put the house he’d shared with Cynthia and their son on the market. I’d learned then that he’d never stayed there after burying his son, too many memories.

We’d gone to put flowers on their graves, after I’d convinced Jonas that it was time he forgave his wife. She’d decided to change after all, had probably seen the error of her ways. And after meeting some of the women from the country club I could see how she’d buckled under the pressure.

Of course Jonas had forbidden me to even step foot in the club or to have anything to do with those women and their ilk, which was fine by me. They weren’t my kind of people anyway.

I slipped out of bed and shrugged into the robe I’d placed in the chair next to it. I walked the few steps to the adjoining door and peeked in. There they were, father and daughter in the moonlight.

The baby was asleep and probably had been when he took her out of the crib, but that wouldn’t stop him. Every night as soon as I fell asleep he’d sneak in here for some quality time with his daughter.

He didn’t know that I knew because I usually left them alone, but tonight I needed him. It had been too long since I’d felt his weight pressing me down into the king sized mattress that might as well had been a twin for all the room we gave each other while we slept.

I’ve never been out of his arms at night since the night we moved in here. He held me as if he were afraid he’d awake to find me gone.

“I know you’re there.” He turned from the window and looked at me before walking to the crib to put our little darling back to bed. I walked over and stood next to him. His arms came around me and we stood together looking down at his mirror image.

“She’s so perfect baby, thank you.” He always says the same thing. “Thank you, she is. Come to bed.” He lifted his brow and I took his hand and led him from the room.

“Are you safe?”

“Clean bill of health, the doctor cleared me today.” I grinned with delight when I found myself going airborne to land over his shoulder. He hurried us to the bed and came down on top of me.

“We’d better hurry, the little princess will be up soon for her nightly feeding.”

He tore the silk gown from my body and I was halfway to a climax already just from the anticipation. He palmed my breasts and fed on them hungrily, going from one to the other as he pushed his hardening cock into my growing heat. It had been too long since I’d seen him lose control like this.

“I missed this, missed having you inside me, hurry.” I reached down between our bodies and took his throbbing cock in my hand, stroking until pre-cum covered my hand. I licked my fingers seductively and went back for more before trying to stuff him me myself.

“Oh no sweetheart. I promised myself that I would be a gentleman this first time. I don’t want to hurt you.” Not that again. I was beginning to think having your husband in the delivery room was not such a good idea.

He’d been a nervous wreck the whole time. Barking orders at the hospital staff and threatening anyone he thought wasn’t moving fast enough. It was a wonder they didn’t throw him out on his ear.

There was no calming him down. No reasoning with him. Then the baby came and he was as gentle as a lamb.

“But I don’t want you to be a gentleman, I want my wild man back.”

“Thalia…” He tried pulling out of my hand but I held firm. I bit his nipple as my hand moved up and down his growing shaft. I rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down my wet slit and he groaned. “Baby, butterfly…” Nothing he said could sway me from my course.

I used my newest trick, the one I knew would work. “I hurt.” He knew what that meant and the light in his eyes came on.

Now the lamb was a wild beast as he tore at the shreds of my gown. His lips found my nipple again, harder this time and I felt the sweet tightening begin deep inside. “Oh sweet mercy.” I held his head in place as he drew my milk into his mouth while his hand went between my thighs. He knew just where to touch me, that spot deep inside that sent shockwaves through me and turned me into a mindless wanton just here for his pleasure.

“Oh yes right there.” He teased me with his fingers as his mouth pulled harder on my nipple, sucking the milk from my over full tit. I guided his head from one nipple to the other, because although our daughter will be up in about an hour looking to be fed. She never took enough and I was always left hurting.

That’s until I found a way to get rid of the excess. His fingers went deeper before he pulled them out of me and let my nipple drop from his mouth, making his way down my body until he laid between my legs.

I felt his tongue light as a feather touch me before he pulled me onto his mouth and feasted. I grabbed his head in both hands and rode his tongue to climax until I had to bite into my hand so as not to wake the baby with my wild screams. “So long, so long.” He hadn’t touched me like this since the night I went into labor. That night had started pretty much like this I remember.

He’d been making sweet love to me while I laid on my side with him stroking into me from behind. That night my body had been needy and I’d badgered him into taking me even though I was two weeks away from giving birth, or so I thought.

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