“Sounds perfect,” Elijah said, lifting his hands to caress my breasts. “Still tender?”
“Yes, but they don’t hurt,” I said, wriggling my ass against his hard-on. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he whispered huskily in my ear. Then he slid one hand underwater to tease and circle my clit. “Tell me about the kind of wedding you see us having?”
It was harder than hell to concentrate on things like arbors and menus while he played my body like a finely tuned instrument, but I still managed to do it in between gasps, moans, and pleas for more.
“Do you want to hear about the wedding night I envision?” he asked hoarsely. By this time, I was beyond speech. All I could do was undulate my hips and rub against his tormenting finger. “I will strip off your wedding dress and kiss every precious inch of my wife. There won’t be anything between us when I finally slide my dick inside your greedy pussy. I will fuck you hard and fast then make love to you soft and slow until you cry out my name. Then I’m going to come deep inside you.”
Fireworks burst behind my eyelids as Elijah brought me to a climax with his touch and the vivid picture he painted with his words. Instead of collapsing against him like a limp noodle, I got to my knees and turned around to face him. He was too far gone to get out of the bath, towel off, and suit up for action. I push my wet breasts together and he read exactly what was on my mind.
“Are you sure you’re not too sore?”
“I promise.”
Elijah stood up so fast the water sloshed over the sides of the tub and splashed onto the floor. He cupped my face, running his thumb over my lips and took turns teasing my nipples as he fucked my tits. It didn’t take many thrusts before he painted my chest and chin with his cum. Of course, his inner caveman insisted he rub his dick through his release, massaging it into my skin and marking me as his own. People saw the ring I wore and knew I belonged to him, but in our private moments, he marked me in more personal ways. I loved his possessive nature and all the ways he showed I belonged only to him.
Once we were dried off and in bed, Elijah said, “About those Halloween costumes…”
Two days later, I was in the bathroom putting on makeup for my new costume when I felt a slight trickling between my legs. Even though I hadn’t felt it in thirteen years, I recognized it right away. I rushed over to the toilet to confirm my suspicions then called Vanessa.
“What’s up, gorgeous?” Vanessa said when she answered.
“Van, I need a big favor.”
“What’s up?”
“I need a pad. Do you think you could bring one over? I really don’t want to send Elijah to the store for them.”
“Pad of paper?” she asked.
“Van, I got my period just now.”
“What? How’s that possible?”
“I planned to tell all of you tonight, but it turned out my menopause wasn’t permanent, and my ovaries sparked back to life.”
Vanessa hooted and hollered. I could tell she was jumping around. “You’re not playing a joke on me, right?”
“I’d never joke about something this serious. Can you please bring me a few pads to tide me over until I can get to the store tomorrow?”
“I’ll be there in a jiff. I’ll just finish getting ready there if it’s okay with you.”
“Perfect! It’ll be like old times.”
Vanessa arrived ten minutes later with a variety of options to choose from. “Wasn’t sure if you were talking light flow, heavy flow, liners with wings, or maybe you wanted a little more freedom, so I brought you a few different sizes of tampons.”
“Things have changed a lot since the last time I had a period,” I said, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
“Speaking of changes,” Vanessa said as she looked at the Halloween makeup I’d started to put on. “What happened to your tavern girl outfit? Is she now a zombie tavern girl? I swear, I hope the zombie craze passes sometime soon. Zombie cheerleader, zombie bride, and now you got sucked up in to it too.”
“It’s not zombie related,” I assured her. “Elijah and I decided to wear special costumes for an announcement we plan to make tonight.”
“Oh my God. Are you dressing up as an egg and a sperm? You won’t be offering any kind of fertilization demonstration, will you?”
“I love the way you think, Van,” Elijah said, startling me. “I did, in fact, suggest we dress up as a sperm and an egg, but Maegan doesn’t have the same sense of humor as we do.”
“I didn’t hear you come home,” I said, rising up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
