Page 30 of Starving for Her

Epilogue

Layla

Three years later…

“Again? You better let me go or you’re going to be late for your meeting.”

“I’m the boss,” James mutters as he slides his thumbs into the hem of my shorts. “I can show up whenever the fuck I want.”

He kisses the back of my neck, sending a shiver through my body as I fumble with the dishes. He pops the button on my shorts and tugs them down over my hips, causing me to drop the sponge and clutch the counter for support.

A smile comes over my lips as my shorts hit the ground and he kneels down behind me. Using his hands, he rotates my hips, forcing me onto my tippy toes, then spreads me open.

Although I know what’s coming, I’m never really ready for the magic of his tongue. It’s been three years and every time still feels like the first time, and I don’t see that changing any time soon.

“James…”

I’m silenced by his tongue, which skillfully parts my lips and slides delicately into my slit. He’s being gentle with me, which makes sense considering how hungrily he took me this morning when we woke up.

We fuck like teenagers. It’s enough to make any woman jealous. At least twice a day. In a lot of ways, being his wife is like being his chef; whenever James wants it, he gets it. And that can mean a steak or my body. Either way. Of course, I prefer one of those choices…

I’d heard from plenty of women that once you have kids, your sex life tends to slow down. But that just hasn’t been the case with us. If anything, James’ lust for me increased when I was pregnant with our first child. My breasts had gone up a cup size, and I’d stopped wearing a bra around the house so he could cop a feel whenever he liked (which was often).

My butt got bigger too, which led to a whole lot more doggystyle sex, and we kept fucking right up to the day before I gave birth. Of course, he had to go a little easier on me with that monster of his. There just wasn’t enough room!

But tonight, our baby boy Clarence is sleeping soundly upstairs, and what I thought was going to just be me making James a midnight snack has turned into something much more fun.

“You taste better than that dessert,” he groans from between my thighs, giving me an idea. It’s hard—almost impossible—but I pull away from his incredible tongue and hoist myself up onto the countertop and spread my legs wide. He gazes back at me with eyes filled with lust and desire. He may have just eaten, but he’s ready for more.

I reach down to the bowl of icing, coat two fingers, and slowly spread it across my bare pussy. He shaved me this morning like he did the night we first met. He lets out a little growl as he gets down on his knees in front of me. I watch as he reaches up with both hands and takes hold of my pregnant breasts, and shiver as he brings his tongue to my body.

“Mmmmm,” he groans.

“Taste good?” I ask as he laps up the frosting, not stopping until my pussy is completely bare again. He glances up at me, extends his tongue, and gently flicks the tip across my clit.

“Nowhere near as good as this.”

Yeah, being married to James is pretty much the best thing ever. I moan and let my head fall back as he laps at my pussy, doing the moves he knows I love. Within no time, I’m shaking as my climax rolls through me, and I collapse back onto the cool counter as James slides out of his sweatpants.

I feel the heat of his body as I pant from my sixth orgasm of the day, and smile when I feel the tip of his swollen cock part my eager slit. Our lives may have been crazy when we first met, and things almost went sideways there for a minute, but we fought through it together and have been unstoppable ever since.

His company is thriving, we’re parents now to one child and expecting another, and most of all, we’re happy.

I reach down and feel his hard, thick cock as he gets ready to slide into me.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” he whispers. “Clarence should take more naps during the day.”

I giggle and open my eyes to him. “Oh, you think so?”

“Yeah, we should enroll him in soccer so he gets tired out during the day.”

“Soccer!?” I laugh. “Babe, he’s not even two!”

“It’s just a thought,” he shrugs. And then he slides into me, and I’m wrapped in pure bliss. I throw my arms around my husband’s neck and pull him close to me, embracing him like the lovers we are.

This is it, I think. This is what it’s all about.

I was gone, but James brought me back to him. I used to think a real relationship like ours would never work – could never work, but he showed me the truth; when you really, truly love someone, anything is possible.

THE END