I kissed him. “This is so much better than the first time.”
“Is it?” He set me down and cupped my face. “It’s fuller, isn’t it. Knowing now what we know.”
“Yes, that’s it. Fuller. Deeper.”
“Are you hungry?” he asked. We had food at the reception, but he and I were so busy with guests that we hadn’t eaten. Even so, I wasn’t hungry. At least not for food.
I reached up and undid his tie. “I’m thinking I should be nearly naked by now. The fact I’m not makes me wonder if you’re into me.”
He tugged me close. His growing erection pressed against my cleft. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
He was taking care of me. Sometimes he hovered too much and often was a bit like a mother. It was annoying and yet, I knew where it came from, so I let it go.
I cupped him. “Fuck me Brayden.”
He growled. “I think I just came in my pants.”
“Let’s find out.”
Together we undressed, until finally, naked, flesh to flesh we were on the bed.
“Do you remember the first time we made love?” he asked, as he looked at me with those intense, loving blue eyes.
“Yes. It was in my office.”
“The first time, in a bed,” he clarified.
“That was at your apartment.” Those first weeks were etched in my brain as they were so magical. Much like our life together since I was given a clean bill of health.
“It was the first time we were fully naked, remember?”
I hadn’t thought of that, but he was right. When we’d had sex at work, our clothes were still somewhat on.
“I’d been dying to see your body,” he said, running his hand down my belly to the nest of curls between my thighs.
“Had you?” I arched, wanting his fingers to touch my clit. It was aching and throbbing already. “Were you happy with what you saw?”
“Very.” His lips trailed along my collarbone, and down between my breasts.
The biggest challenge we’d had after my mastectomy, not counting the news the cancer wasn’t gone the first time, was the loss of breast sensitivity. I’d cried the first time we made love after the surgery and didn’t feel arousal when he touched them.
Ever since then, he usually ignored them.
“Don’t you like them?” I’d once asked him.
“Sure, but what I like most is to make you happy. If my touching them doesn’t make you wet, I won’t touch them. Especially if it actually makes you upset.”
It was a reminder at what a wonderful man he was that he could forgo his instinct to touch my breasts.
On his birthday, I encouraged him to fuck them, knowing it was a fantasy of his. He’d been reluctant, but like he wanted to make sure I was happy in bed, I wanted to make him happy too. While I didn’t feel him on my breasts, I was turned on by watching his dick slide between them, so it was a win-win.
This time he bypassed my breasts as he strew kisses down my belly.
“Your body was made for me. Did you know? You were destined to be mine.”
I laughed. God he could say the most wonderful things that made me feel like the center of the universe. “I wonder if it’s the other way around. You were made for me.”
He lifted his head. “Made for each other.”
“Yes.”
He continued to look up at me. “Are you happy, Terra?”
I couldn’t imagine why he was asking. It had to be obvious. “I’m so happy. The happiest.”
He leaned down and kissed my belly again. “Good. Can I make you happier?”
“You can make me come, which would make me happy. But in life in general, I’m already exceedingly happy.”
He pushed my legs open, bending them at the knee and forcing them wider, opening me to him. He brushed kisses along my inner thigh, making me quiver.
“Are you happy, Brayden?”
He lifted his head again. “I couldn’t be happier. You’re everything.”
I reached down and pressed my hand to his cheek. “I love you.”
He grinned. “My heart does cartwheels every time you say that.”
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
He kissed the tip of my clit softly. “Let me show you how much I love you.” He ran his tongue through my folds. I gasped and arched at the lovely sensation of his hot, wet tongue on me.
Brayden had an amazing mouth, and while I missed all the things it could do to my breasts, he made up for it in how he ate me. His tongue was everywhere; in me, on me, flicking my clit, it made me mad with need. My hips gyrated as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
“Yes…oh yes…don’t stop…”
His fingers opened my pussy wider, and he shoved his tongue inside me deeper.
I whimpered. “Oh!”
As his tongue fucked me, his finger rubbed my clit.
“I’m there…oh God…” I reached down and held his head to my pussy to prevent him from stopping. Pleasure rocketed through me, lifting my hips from the bed as I moved with his mouth to draw out my orgasm. “So good…so good…”
I wasn’t down from my high, when, in a swift move, he was over me, filling me with his cock. I gasped at the delicious intrusion.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he lay still over me, his dick pulsing inside me.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him. This moment, when he was inside me, was the most amazing feeling.
“I love to feel your pussy massaging my dick.”
He was right. My pussy was still contracting and pulsing as he lay seeped inside me.
“I want you to come again. Take me over with you.”
Before cancer, he would make that happen by sucking my breasts as he fucked me, but since I couldn’t feel that anymore, he’d become more creative.
He pushed back on his heels, opening his thighs and gripping my hips as he pulled my pussy over his dick again. His thumb began to brush gently over my clit.
“Do you know how beautiful you are when you come?” His intense blue eyes stared down at me.
“No.”
“You
