Page 20 of She is Mine

In the bedroom, we strip each other quickly, shedding clothes like its second nature to us now. We’ve made love more times than I can count in the past week, but this time is going to be even more special, I just know it. This moment marks our lives falling into place. There’s no way that this isn’t going to be incredible.

“I can’t wait to be Mrs. Thompson,” she murmurs as she kisses me. Then I watch as she drops down to her knees, taking my cock in her hand and beginning to stroke it. I growl in pleasure, looking down at her with passion blazing in my eyes. She looks up at me.

“I’m going to be a good wife. A very gooddutifulwife,” she murmurs sexily. Then she slides my member into her mouth and I grip her hair, guiding her on her way.

If this is our life from now on, I have absolutely no complaints.

Epilogue

Six months later…

Faith

San Francisco looks so beautiful in the evening when the sun is just setting. I’ve got my feet up on the couch and I’m watching the sky through the big open windows, one hand settled on my swollen belly. I can feel my baby boy kicking inside my stomach. I wish he could see the beauty this world has to offer, but he’ll have to wait a few more months yet.

I finished work a few hours ago. Since Chase and I moved in together and I finished my degree, I’ve been his accountant for a number of his business ventures. It’s hard but satisfying work, and it keeps me busy while he’s at work too. Sometimes, we meet during the day for a quickie in his office or stolen kisses while we talk over lunch, but we’re both very busy people. It makes me crave him even more, so when he eventually comes home at night, the feeling of having him beside me is even sweeter.

He should be home at any moment now. He promised to pick up Italian food for us on his way home. Since my pregnancy began, I’ve been craving pasta all the time, so Chase goes out and picks it up, or sometimes he hires a private chef to cook for us. I’ve told him many times that I’m able to cook just fine, but he insists on me putting my feet up and relaxing. He says his queen shouldn’t have to lift a finger, and I guess I’m kind of getting used to being treated so well by my king.

The elevator dings and Chase walks into the penthouse, holding a bag of food. He discards it on the table immediately to come and kiss me. It’s always the first thing he does every time he walks into the apartment, and it usually leads to more. Right now, I can feel heat pooling in my center, ready for his attentive cock to pleasure me. I want him so badly all the time, and even six months into our relationship, we’re still going at it like rabbits. I never expected the fire to stay alive for so long, but this flame between us is impossible to extinguish. Not a day goes by where we don’t make love at least once, but it’s usually three or four times. I’m feeling high on lust right now as I think of our early morning love making sessions, our quickies in the middle of the day, the inappropriate touching in public places, or sex sessions that last from evening to the middle of the night. Now, it seems as though we’re going to be abandoning our meals in favor of consuming one another instead.

But Chase breaks away and smiles, grabbing the bag of food. “Later,” he groans, knowing exactly what I’m thinking. “I wanted to talk to you about some things first.”

I’m confused by the revelation. I’m not sure what is so urgent, but I get up off the couch and sit at the table while he serves us dinner. Then we sit together and begin to eat while I wait for him to tell me what’s going on.

“Things have been going very well in all of my business ventures lately. Very well indeed. In fact, I’m looking to expand,” he tells me. My eyes widen.

“That’s wonderful!”

“It’s pretty great. But expansion means going overseas in this case. We have a lot of opportunities to make a mark in England...but of course, we’d have to scope it out and I’d have to be travel to oversee things there. So I guess what I’m saying is...we’d have to move there. At least for a while.”

The statement takes me completely by surprise. I’ve only just settled here in San Francisco, and now he wants to move away? Chase takes my hand across the table.

“I know it’s a huge ask,” he tells me. “It wouldn’t have to be forever, and it could be amazing. We could stay in a cottage by the sea. You’d be able to take walks with the baby once he’s born along the coast. We’d be able to try a new style of living. And of course, the business would be booming. The money we’ll make it’ll set us up for life, baby. We’ll be able to do whatever we want whenever we want, so long as we make this work. But if you don’t want to go, I completely understand, and we will stay here. You will always come first for me. But I want to know how you feel about the idea.”

I let the thought sink in. I can see myself on the coast. I can see myself raising our child in the British countryside. I know how happy Chase would be too. I know how much he loves me, but he loves his work too.

What have we got to lose? It’s like he said, it doesn’t have to be forever. It’s yet another adventure to add to my mental scrapbook of amazing things that have happened between me and Chase. I find myself grinning.

“Let’s do it!”

He squeezes my hand. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I want to do this,” I say. “Not just for the company, but for you, for us, for our family. I’m excited to see how this goes.”

Chase stands up and moves around the table to kiss me. I kiss him back, and this time, the kiss doesn’t end. He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom and as we make love, I dream of our future together in England. It’s a dream I didn’t know I had until now, but as it flourishes, I realize how much I want this.

Once again, Chase is giving me the world.

Extended Epilogue

Months later…

Chase

It’s colder here in England than I’m used to, but the house we’re living in by the beach is perfect. When Faith found it on our house hunt, I knew it was going to be ours right away. It’s a large cottage with exposed brick and a real fireplace. A far cry from my apartment in San Francisco, but that’s exactly why we love it. It’s different from anything either of us has ever known, but the thought of raising our child here fills me with happiness.

It’s been a long day at the office, and I’ve just arrived home to find Faith sitting in the garden, looking out to sea. Eastbourne was the perfect place for us to settle, close enough to London to travel for work a few times a week, but right on the coast. Faith looks so at home here that it’s hard to imagine after a few weeks here that she’s always been a city girl. She turns to smile at me as I massage her shoulders. She’s at full term now and the baby is due any day now. Still, she doesn’t seem nervous. She’s been saying all along that her incoming motherhood feels like the most natural thing in the world to her.