The Wrong Wife by Maya Alden

Epilogue

Declan

Isuckled Esme's plump nipple, and she moaned.

We were lying in a glass igloo in the Finnish Lapland, the Aurora Borealis dancing above us in pink and green hues. We were celebrating our first wedding anniversary, the one we had in Forest's office. Esme writhed, and she gasped as my fingers caressed her pussy.

"You're soaking wet, Esme." My cock tightened at how good she felt. The past week or so, she was insatiable. She'd managed to fuck me twice on our plane ride from LA to Finland. Our sex life was great, but it was almost like it was in overdrive right now.

"Declan, please."

"Darling, you're always in such need."

"Complaining?" she whimpered when I slid three fingers inside her.

"Do I look like an idiot?"

She came as soon as my thumb grazed her clit. She was always responsive, but this was something else.

"Please, please, please, Declan." She was begging and got on all fours. Usually, I ordered her to do so, but today, she wanted more.

"Here," I dipped a finger into her wet pussy, "Or here," I inserted, gently a finger inside her anus.

Recently, we'd started experimenting with anal play—and she was as much into it as I was, maybe even more.

"Both, both," she was ultra-sensitive.

I had put some lube on the bedside table and found it.

"What are you waiting for?" she demanded.

I spanked her gently and then harder. It turned her and me on.

I covered my erection in lube and then used my fingers to coat the inside of her tight hole.

"Come inside, Declan."

"Sweetheart, patience." I entered her with excruciating slowness. "Does it feel good, baby?"

Her response was a long moan. I knew what she wanted when I took her like this. I put both my hands on her breasts and squeezed. Her breasts felt plumper, and her body shivered as I stroked her nipples.

I pinched both nipples, and she came.

I turned her around and entered her again, stroking in and out. She was preparing to come again, and I smiled as I watched her.

She opened her eyes, cloudy with arousal. "Kiss me, Declan."

I bent down and kissed her. Then I rose above her, took what I wanted, and gave her what she needed.

After, she lay with her head on my shoulder, and we watched the Northern Lights above us.

"It's beautiful."

I kissed her forehead. "Yes, it is, but the wife is even more beautiful."

She snuggled against me. And her eyes were getting heavy. She seemed tired the past few weeks, going to be early and…the flash bulb went on in my head.

"Sweetheart, when was your last period?"

She lifted her head and stared at me. She'd removed her IUD a few days after our second wedding in the cathedral.

"You think?"

"You're aroused almost all the time. I barely have to touch your clit, and you erupt. I can make you come by just sucking on your nipples. And…I don't know how to say this, love, but my penis is sore. It needs a break. And you fall asleep at the drop of her hat."

Esme wasn't listening; she was counting. But I already knew.

"Pregnant?"

"I'm afraid so."

She gave out a yip of laughter and hugged me. "We're going to have a baby?"

"I think so. We can get some pregnancy tests tomorrow."

But I didn't need some test to tell me what I knew in my bones.

"Declan, we're going to become parents. Do you think I'll make an okay mother?"

"The very best."

She kissed me, and I moaned as she took her time tasting me. She raised her hand and grinned at me, "Since I come so easily, wanna go for a fourth orgasm?"

"I thought you'd never ask, my love."

THE END