Page 26 of Chosen By Love

Epilogue

Brett

Two Years Later

“Happy Birthday, sweetheart,” I spoke softly because Brett Jr. was asleep in my wife’s arms. The evening is balmy with a slight breeze blowing in from the north. Our son is almost four months and he’s the replica of me. I’m so damn proud of my little family. My heart swelled with love. So much fucking love.

I stare at my beautiful wife. She’s brought nothing but happiness and a wealth of love to my life. I adore her more than anything.

“Allow me to put B.J. down. I’ll meet you in the bathroom. We can shower together.”

“Okay and thank you again for dinner earlier. You cooking the meal for me meant more than having a dinner out in any five-star restaurant because you are a five-star chef,” Rebecca said as she stood and handed our baby to me. “The matching tennis bracelet to my diamond necklace was lovely too. You spoil me,” she smiled as I leaned down and placed a soft kiss against her lips.

“I don’t spoil you enough. Now go. The sooner I get B.J. settled in the nursery, the sooner I get back to you,” I urged her through the sliding door. I made sure it was secure before going our separate ways.

“Mm,” Rebecca moaned as I slipped in the shower ten minutes later. I cupped one of her breasts and gave it a squeeze. Her breasts had become even larger during her pregnancy, and I loved it. I raked a finger over her nipple, and she let loose another moan.

“Sweetheart, I love how receptive you are to my touch. Every time I look at you, I get fucking hard,” I grunted and slid my other hand between her supple thighs. I manipulate her clit and her pebbled brown nipple at the same time.

“Ahh Brett, that feels so good,” Rebecca panted.

I placed my mouth against her neckline and slid a finger inside her slick entrance. My wife is so damn hot and wet. My cock throbbed and pulses with the need to get inside her core.

Rebecca peppered kisses against my chest and reached for my erection. She stroked and squeezed along the length of my shaft. I let out a guttural groan when she started stroking my hard length.

I eased another finger inside her wetness. My questing fingers set a rhythm with her strokes to my cock.

“Honey, I need to be inside you. Now.” I turned her under the spraying shower and placed her hands against the slick marble wall. I put my arm around her waist to lift my wife into position. I gently penetrated her from behind.

Rebecca lets out a soft whine. I groaned as I pushed my erection all the way to the hilt in her quivering wet core. I slowly set the rhythm as I slide in and out. My groin slapped loudly against Rebecca’s brown skin. My thrusts picked up speed as I delved deeper.

“Oh my God!” Rebecca gasped.

I entwined her thick hair around my fingers. I gave it a yank and pummeled into her harder. The harder I pounded into my wife, the louder her moans became.

My cock pulsed and throbbed as my balls became heavier, and I slid my hand between her thighs to stroke her clit. Rebecca pushed back with each of my strokes.

“Oh Brett, please don’t stop,” Rebecca called out my name.

I gripped her waistline to hold her steady as my strokes became even faster. I gritted my teeth because I knew that I couldn’t hold out for much longer.

“Cum for me,” I gritted out.

“I’m cumming,” she moaned, and at the same time, my seed spilled and splashed against her pulsing walls as I buried my length even deeper.

I leaned down and placed a kiss against her shoulder before washing my wife from head to toe and then washing my body.

“Are you okay?” I asked Rebecca as I cut off the water.

“I couldn’t be better,” she replied as I helped her from the shower and dried her off with a big fluffy towel.

“That’s good to know,” I said, looking down at my beautiful wife.

I led her over to her vanity table and directed her to sit. I picked up a smaller towel and dried some of the moisture from her hair. Over the years, I had watched Rebecca’s hair regimen. I picked up her jar of shea butter and scooped a generous portion in my hand. I rubbed my hands together before applying it to her thick long hair.

I was always amazed at the length of her hair when it was blown out than in its natural state. Either way, my wife’s looks still knocked me off my feet.

“I love the way you take care of me, Brett. I thought I knew love before falling in love with you, but I didn’t. Thanks to you, I know the real meaning of love and what it is to have a soulmate.”

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