I could love again, sure, but not like this. It wouldn’t be love that seared me and lifted me at the same time. Reagan and I are two halves that make a whole.
She moves down to my balls, making me groan hard and fist the bedsheet. This is how she drives me to the brink.
Slowly. Carefully. Perfectly.
I’m breathing hard when she finally returns to my cock, her lips and tongue ravishing every nerve ending. My grunts and groans are running together as I race toward the point of no return.
When she looks up at me, her milk-chocolate eyes full of love, longing, and mischief as she sinks her mouth down onto my length, I come with a mighty roar.
Fuck, it’s good. I’m gonna make sure she has an orgasm that matches that one before we leave this hut.
After we clean up, we snuggle back under the sheet together, the muggy temperature already coating us both in a layer of sweat.
I kiss my wife, and she starts to doze back off to sleep. I’ll lie here and hold her until she wakes up.
I can’t wait for our future together. But I also vow to live our present to the fullest, because really, that’s what matters most.
Not then. Not the maybes. Not the what-ifs. Not tomorrow.
Now. And our now is everything I’ve ever wanted.
