Untamed Reunion

Epilogue

Hazel

3 years later

“You may kiss the bride,” the officiant calls. Callum presses his lips to mine, then dips me in our sealing kiss. I grasp at his arm, holding on for dear life, yet enjoying the claim he’s staking in front of everyone. As we come back up for air, everyone cheers. Walking down the aisle hand-in-hand, as husband and wife.

When we reach the end of the aisle, we pause and open up the Monarch butterflies that we raised together. We bought a whole kit online and raised them from little striped weird-looking caterpillars, into these beautiful bugs. They were my mom’s favorite, something that I knew I wanted to incorporate on the day when I finally got married. I wish they were here, but it’s as close as I can get.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch. We danced, drank, and enjoyed the company of everyone who attended. My feet are sore as we finally get into the hotel room. I pop off my heels, and as I stand up, I feel my husband’s presence behind me. He pops the buttons that line my back.

“This dress is beautiful on you,” he murmurs against my neck. The hair on my arms stands at attention. “It’s going to be even more beautiful on the floor, though.”

The zipper rolls down, the material falling off my frame and onto the floor. I feel his eyes on my ass and I smirk. His name in crystal lettering holds together each side of material on the white thong I’m wearing. I step out of the pooled material and spin around to show off the front of my underwear. My breasts spill out of the white lace, strapless bra. My nipples show through the thin material even when they’re not hard. The material of the thong barely covers my labia.

“Take it all off. Let me see my wife’s body. Let me see your pussy.”

I pop the clasp of my bra, letting it fall to the floor with the dress. My breasts immediately fall free. I bend down, pulling the lace material over my hips, and let it fall with everything else that has been piled.

Callum eye fucks me as he works at his own clothing, throwing the pieces haphazardly around the room. He backs me up until I fall backward onto the bed. Crawling up my body, he leaves kisses as he makes his way. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and I grip at his hair, keeping him on the tight bud.

“Yessss,” I hiss.

“I’ve been dreaming of taking you all fucking night. My wife and my own personal slut built into one, fuck.”

I quiver at his words, wanting more.

He thrusts between his legs, allowing my arousal to gather on his shaft. The tip of his penis rubs against my clit shooting sparks throughout my body.

“Please fuck me,” I whimper.

“So desperate you’re begging for my cock now, hmm? Are you going to be my good little kitten and take my dick deep into your pussy?” He aligns himself with me as I nod rapidly.

One one thrust, he bottoms out. We both moan in unison at the feeling of him stuffing me full.

“Oh, wife,” he says on a thrust, “you were made for me. This pussy is mine.”

“Yours,” I moan, taking thrust after thrust. He pulls out abruptly and I whimper from the loss.

“Bend over.”

I scamper to do as he says, getting on all fours and sticking my ass out to meet his demands. His hand lands with a crack on a cheek, and I wince at the sensation. He rubs his hand over the skin, soothing it before he lands another hit.

“Ah,” I cry out. This shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

His cock enters me, pounding into me with no mercy, his grip on my hips is brutal.

I grip the bed sheets as his bulbous head rubs the spot inside me that makes me see stars. I can’t do anything but hang on for this wild ride that we’re on. The bedframe hits the walls, causing a ruckus. He slows his thrusts, and I take the momentary reprieve to catch my breath. One of his hands leaves my hips, and there’s a strange sensation in an uncharted territory. Pressure is applied to my puckered hole and I cry out. Every nerve is on fire and my brain can’t compute everything happening all at once.

“How does this feel?” He asks me.

“It- it feels good. Yes, keeping going.” There’s a slight twitch to whatever is pressing there as he picks up his rhythm again.

“Fuck yes,” I call out. “I’m going to come, Cal. Don’t stop.”

“I can feel myself fucking you baby, fuck. Come for me.”

I scream as an orgasm like no other takes over my body. Everything goes black around me, just the sensation of him everywhere surrounding me. He’s everywhere, I can feel him even where I know he’s not touching me. He continues to rut into me until he finds his own release, coating my insides with come. After his thrusts falter, he stills and allows me to feel his twitches. They’re so intense that I could almost come again right now.

We both groan as he pulls out and collapses beside me. He strokes my hair as I lay there, my body is now just one big noodle that’s been boiled. My arms and legs couldn’t work even if I wanted them to. His come leaks out of me and down my thighs, and honestly, I couldn’t give a fuck right now. I feel like a used rag and I love it.

“I’m glad we tried again,” I manage to say after I muster up the strength.

“You are?”

“Of course I am. It was definitely the right person at the wrong time before, but now it’s definitely the right person and the right time.”

“I love you,” he murmurs against my sweaty skin.

“I love you, too,” I sigh, as sleep finally takes me.