He stilled his hands. “I’m sorry—”
“No.” I took his hands put them back on my breasts. “They’re still here. I want to remember what it's like when you touch me.”
He turned me, taking my hand and leading me to the bed. As I lay down, he finished undressing. My gaze went to his dick. It was long and thick as it stood stiff out from him. I realized it had been a long time since I’d seen it, except the time I caught him masturbating. I’d forgotten how impressive and beautiful it was. Soft pink skin stretched tight over steel-hard arousal.
“Remember when we measured it,” I said, reaching out to draw my finger along the length.
“I think he set a record that night.”
“Did you used to always masturbate in the shower?”
His gaze jerked to mine as if he was gauging my mood. “Sometimes. Do you?”
I realized I hadn’t had an orgasm from him or myself in a long time. I shook my head. “I feel so dull and frumpy.”
He shook his head. “I want to rid you of that. Look at my cock. He should tell you how sexy you are.” He moved over me, laying beside me on the bed. He ran his hand over my belly and to the nest of curls between my thighs.
“If you’re not touching yourself, it’s been a long time since you’ve come,” he said.
I nodded.
“I’m going to make up for that too.” He maneuvered over me, pushing my thighs apart to settle between them. He kissed me again, this time with less fervor and yet it still sent sparks through my blood.
His kiss traveled down my neck and over my collarbone. He licked my nipple and then watched it as it puckered. He sucked it and I gasped at the sensation. It was as if he was sucking on my clit. My hips lifted, seeking his entrance.
Instead of his dick, his fingers slid through my folds, softly stroking the sensitive flesh.
I moaned. “Don’t tease me.”
“No teasing,” he whispered. He inserted his finger inside me and suckled my nipple.
“Yes, oh Brayden, yes…” I held his head to my chest as my hips rocked to the intrusion of his finger. “More…more…” It was embarrassing how fast I flew up to teeter on the edge, but I didn’t think about it. All I could think about was him, touching me. Again. Finally.
He inserted two fingers and gently fucked me, moving them in and out.
“Come for me, baby.” His fingers moved faster, his lips sucked harder, and then his thumb brushed over my clit and I cried out as the most glorious wave of ecstasy washed through me. It radiated out from my pussy to every neuron in my body. If pleasure cured, my cancer would be gone and I’d never be sick again.
He continued his ministrations, slowly bringing me down. When I finally caught my breath, I opened my eyes to find him looking at me.
“Ready for more?”
I didn’t know what he had planned, but I knew what I wanted. Needed. “I need you inside me, Brayden.”
He hesitated for a moment but then acquiesced. “We’ve got all night.”
I suppose that meant whatever he thought he might do, he could do later.
He settled his hips between my thighs. “Do I need a condom?”
The question was odd considering we hadn’t used condoms since we’d become a couple.
“It’s been awhile…or maybe your treatments…” His expression was uncertain, like he felt uncomfortable mentioning how long it had been or perhaps bringing up my cancer.
“I’m still on the pill.” The doctor hadn’t said anything about not taking it, but perhaps I needed to ask. In fact, Brayden and I were still young. While we hadn’t discussed having more children, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. Would my treatment make it impossible for that to happen?
Now wasn’t the time to ponder all that. Now it was time to be one with my husband.
“Please,” I said as I lifted my hips, needing him to fill me.
His fingers brushed my cheeks. “I love you, Terra. You know that, right?”
I nodded. “Yes.” My hands slid to his hips, guiding him to me.
He pressed his hips down. I arched as his cock slid inside me. Each inch of him pushing away the loneliness, replacing it with the warmth and love.
“Yes.” I held on to him, never wanting to let him go. I wanted to stay like this, with him deep inside me forever.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
I reached up and pulled his head to me so I could kiss him. He kissed me back as he began to move his hips.
I gasped at the pleasure. It was more than just the sensation of his thick dick sliding along my sensitive pussy walls. It was being a part of him again.
“I’ve missed you,” I said on a sigh.
“I’m here, baby. Right here.” He levered up on his hands as his pace picked up. “But I’m so fucking close…I’m sorry I can’t wait…”
“Don’t wait.” I wrapped my legs around his hips and gripped his shoulders with my hands. “Don’t hold back.”
A growl tore from his throat. He pushed back on his knees and grabbed my hips. He pistoned in and out of me, harder, faster. His face contorted into a mixture of pain and pleasure. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I felt sexy and beautiful as my man lost himself in me.
“Baby I’m gonna come…baby I’m gonna come…” he chanted.
He had me nearly on the edge as well.
“Touch yourself. Take me over,” he said on a harsh breath.
I flicked my index finger on my clit, letting my third finger press against his dick as it slid in and out of my pussy. It was erotic and just what I needed. Pleasure imploded and then burst out. My hips bucked
