“Damn straight,” Keaton confirms. “I would’ve always found you, fy seren.”
**Keaton**
Celebrating over dinner with everyone was nice, yet I couldn’t wait to get my wife home. She’s been in my bed since the second night she stayed here, but we both know this will be completely different.
She wanted to take a shower first, claiming she had a surprise for me, so I grabbed my things and used the one down the hall. Entering our room, I forget how to breathe when I find her laying on the bed in my jersey.
Fuck me.
“That is the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.”
“If I’d had more time to plan, I would’ve gone lingerie shopping.”
“Don’t you dare. It couldn’t have come close to being better than this.” And then she flips onto her stomach and pushes her hair to the side. Where before it read Wayne, there’s now a Post-It with Mrs. handwritten on it. “Greatest gift ever.” Kneeling beside her, I lean down and kiss her. “I love you, wife.”
“I love you, husband.” Returning to her back, she grins and says, “I’m not sure what I like the sound of better. Wife or fy seren.”
“Determining that will require research. Decades and decades of me calling you both so you can choose with all of the facts.”
“I’d like that.”
“I might have to take you the first time while you’re wearing this,” I warn her as my fingertips graze the hem of my jersey and slowly start pushing it up.
“About that,” she nervously tells me. “This will be my first time period.”
“Mine, too.” I’m not in the least ashamed that she’ll be the only woman to ever know me in this way. Lily doesn’t ask why or declare that I’m teasing her. Instead, she nods, somehow knowing it’s tied to my illness.
Not wanting to rush this, despite the painful ache in my cock, I ease the hem up and take in my wife. Kissing her side, she giggles. “That tickles.”
“Then how did you get a tattoo there?” She shrugs, adorable in her inability to explain how she can handle one but not the other.
I explore to my heart’s content, knowing I’ll treasure this memory for the rest of my life, but soon, she’s begging me to make love to her and I find that I can’t deny her anything.
Grabbing a condom, from a brand-new pack Gareth had slipped me at the restaurant, I slide it on and gently prod my wife’s entrance. Knowing I have to and hating it at thesame time, I surge forward and break through her innocence. Prolonging it would’ve only increased the pain.
Soon we’re moving in unison, our heartbeats synchronizing up, and our eyes wide open as we stare at each other in wonder. As if we needed that final connection, our climaxes rise within us and we fall apart together.
“I can’t believe we get to do that our whole lives,” Lily says on a pant as we lay there. I crack up, loving that I never know what will come out of her mouth.
Chapter Five
Keaton
Late July…
“I wish I was there,” I tell Lily, unable to stop looking at her face on the screen. God love the person that invented video calls.
“Me, too,” she replies. I can hear it in her voice. She misses me as much as I do her. The time apart is hard on any couple, but with us still being newly married, it’s even more so. “You got a new bruise?” she remarks, seeing the ice pack wrapped around my arm.
“I’ve been working it hard today, so it’s a little sore.”
“Need me to come kiss it and make it better.”
“If you’re offering, I have a few places that could use your touch.”
“Same, husband. Same. My hands just don’t have the effect on me that yours do.”
Aching arm forgotten, I know have another appendage that needs the cold to settle down. “Mine has nothing on you,” I reply, glancing down to where my shorts are tented just thinking about being alone with her.
