“I want to watch you come,” I said, knowing it was sexy as hell.
“You have to come first. I want your pussy to take me to heaven.” He moved then, withdrawing and sliding in.
It felt fantastic the way his dick filled me. I could feel each ridge of him as he moved in and out.
He groaned. “You feel so fucking good, Terra.” He picked up the pace, gripping my hips with both hands, and thrusting harder.
I reached my hands overhead to keep my head from being shoved into the headboard. My breath was coming in harsh gasps as he pushed me up and up again until I was teetering on the edge.
“Are you there yet?” his voice was strained.
“So close…oh God…Brayden…”
He dropped forward, laying over me. He gripped my hands over my head and kissed me hard as his hips charged on, his dick pistoning in and out of me.
“Look at me, baby,” he rasped. “Look at me when you come.”
I worked to open my eyes, but it was hard because the pleasure was so good, so intense. But when my gaze met his, an arc of electricity zapped, and on his next thrust, I was soaring. I couldn’t maintain eye contact, as the wave of pleasure arched my body and stole my breath.
“Yes…fuck yes,” he growled.
The tightness in his voice told me he was there too. Wanting to watch him come, I forced my eyes open. His expression was a mixture of pleasure and pain.
His fingers flexed and then gripped my hands harder. Then he yelled out and his hips thrust hard and warmth filled my womb.
“More…fill me more…” I said, lost in his pleasure.
He groaned again, withdrawing and thrusting, ejecting more of his seed inside me. He continued to thrust and grind, and it caught me off guard when I was coming again.
“Oh Jesus,” he moaned as my body convulsed around his again. “Baby…yes baby…”
Our bodies continue to move together, slowing, yet still rocking, still pulsing even as we lay quietly catching our breaths.
Finally, he lifted his head and kissed me. It was slow and sweet, filled with love. I poured every bit of love I had for him back in that kiss.
Ten years ago, we’d made love on our honeymoon. It was beautiful and filled with the promise of a happily ever after. But somehow, I’d lost sight of that.
This time, I vowed I would never forget. I’d been given a second chance in life and in my marriage. I wasn’t ever going to let a day go by that I didn’t show gratitude for both.
Starting now. “I love you, Brayden.”
He lifted his head and smiled like I’d given him a gift. It was a gift I’d give him every day for the rest of my life.
Epilogue
Terra – Six Months Later
I walked into the house after picking up the kids from school feeling a little stunned at the news I got while at my doctor’s appointment that afternoon.
“I’m going to check George and Steven,” Noah said running off toward his room.
“I’m hungry, mommy,” Lanie said, tossing her backpack down.
“The troops are back,” Brayden said entering the kitchen. “Is that where the backpack goes, Lane?”
Lanie sighed. “I’m tired, daddy.”
“Put the pack away and you can take a nap.”
She rolled her eyes, putting her backpack on the table where she’d do her homework later. “I’m going to feed Jack,” she said of her shrimp, named after Jacques from the movie, Finding Nemo.
He smiled wide, but it faltered when he saw me. “Is something wrong?”
“Ah…”
“Mommy?” Noah rushed into the kitchen, his face filled with panic. “George is upside down and not swimming.”
“Uh oh,” Brayden said. I could see he was torn between checking in with me and dealing with Noah and his probably dead fish.
“Go deal with George,” I said. “I’ll make a snack for them.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. We can talk later.” Later would be better. We had a lot to process and it shouldn’t be done in front of the kids.
Since Brayden sold the business and was home pretty much full time, I learned that it was definitely easier to parent with two people than alone. I’d been afraid that having Brayden at home most of the time would eventually get old. Especially for him. But the truth was, life was calmer. He still occasionally consulted with the business, but mostly he worked at home on the foundation, which I helped him with. He was involved with the kids, usually getting them up, while I did the pick-up. He attended their sports practices and events.
A month ago, he was with me when I had my next post-cancer check-up. At that time, all was well and we were able to breathe a sigh of relief until the next visit. All in all, life was good. No, it was wonderful. Nearly perfect.
Today, was a regular day, except of course, my doctors visit and the loss of George. Dealing with George’s death was difficult under normal circumstances, but having come through the health scare of a lifetime, I was reminded at how much loss hurts.
Later in the evening, when the kids were doing homework, I saw Brayden staring off.
“Is everything okay?” I asked him, rubbing my hand over his shoulder.
“That fish. It makes me think of…” He didn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t have too. I gave him a hug, letting him feel that I was here.
“No kissing,” Lanie yelled at us.
That evening, Brayden spent a little extra time with Noah when it was time for bed. When he finished, he found me looking out the window as I processed what I had to tell him.
“Terra?” His warm, firm hands rested on my shoulders. “What’s going on?”
I turned to look at him. “I went to the doctor today.”
His breath hitched. “What’s wrong? Is the cancer back? Why didn’t you tell me?”
I hated to see the panic in his face. “It’s not cancer.”
His eyes narrowed. “What is it? A tumor?”
I shook my head and took his hand pressing
