He’s so gentle with me, like I’m this fragile thing he’ll break. Apart from kissing and a few heavy make out sessions, he hasn’t taken it any further, and I’m seriously sexually frustrated at this point. I had too many physical injuries at first to even think about sex, but now I’m mostly healed I’m keen to reset our relationship and reclaim my sexuality.
“How soon can you fit her in for the procedure?” Joshua asks, firmly holding my hand on top of the table.
“I have an opening in ten days. That is the earliest I can do it.”
“Please book me in.”
“I’d be happy to, Ms. Bianchi.”
I wet my lips and shoot a quick look at Joshua before I ask my next question. I wasn’t sure if I was going to ask it today, but now I’m here, I figure why not? “I saw on your website that you perform cosmetic procedures too, and I wanted to inquire into a breast reduction. Is that something you could do for me?”
Joshua’s surprise is barely discernible because he’s mastered hiding his emotions, but I see it. I probably should have mentioned it to him, but it’s my body. My decision.
“I don’t perform the procedures myself. One of my colleagues does, but I can refer you to him. John is here today. I can check if he has time to talk to you now?”
“Yes. That would be great, thanks.”
“Excuse me for a few moments,” Dr. Miller says, getting up and exiting the room.
Joshua turns to face me. “I didn’t realize you were considering this.”
“Is it a problem?” I’m immediately on the defensive.
“Of course not. I’m just surprised because you never mentioned it.”
“I’ve thought of it for years. I hate my breasts. They’re too big.”
“That is subjective.” He smiles, before raising my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckles. “I love them, but it’s your body and your choice.”
My shoulders loosen in relief. “Will it upset you if they’re smaller?”
He shakes his head. “I love you for more than your rack, honey. I wouldn’t want them too small, but I’ll live with it. You do whatever you need to.”
“I love you.” I lean in and kiss him passionately. “I should have talked to you instead of springing it on you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He tucks strands of my blonde hair behind my ears. Originally, I was just going to let the dye fade, but afterwhat happened, I wanted rid of it and that entire persona. Alexander came over one afternoon in January to return me to my natural glory, and though I liked my red hair, I’m happy to be back to myself. “We’re talking about it now.”
“I get a lot of back strain, and it hurts when I run. I’m not going to go really small. I like having boobs, but I want them more manageable and less noticeable. I developed early, and it drew a lot of unwanted male attention. I’d like to walk into a room and not have everyone staring at my tits.”
“Then you should definitely do it,” Joshua says just as Dr. Miller returns to the room with his colleague.
“Hey, sexy,” I say, pouncing on Joshua the instant he walks through the door later that night. He had a meeting to attend after the appointment this afternoon, and I haven’t seen him since he dropped me off, escorting me all the way to the penthouse because he rarely lets me out of his sight. I yank him forward by his tie and plant my eager mouth on his. His arms swoop around me, and he dips me back a little as we kiss like we’re never getting to do it again.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what did I do to deserve this?” he asks, his voice drenched with lust when we finally part for air.
“You exist and you’re mine.” I drop a slew of drugging kisses along his neckline as my hand dives between our bodies to grip his hard-on through his pants. “I love you, Joshua. I love you more than I thought I could ever love a man.” I squeeze his cock as I peer into his beautiful blue eyes. “Thank you for taking such good care of me. Thank you for loving me good.”
“It’s hardly been a chore. I love taking care of you, and loving you is as easy as breathing. Thank you for restoring my faith in love.”
“I need you.” I drop to my knees in front of him and reach for his zipper, ignoring the slight pain in my ribs.
“What are you doing?”
“Making one of your fantasies come true,” I confirm, lowering his zipper and freeing his cock from his pants and his boxers.
“You’re still healing.”
I look up at him, holding his magnificent, throbbing cock in my hand. “Are you seriously complaining right now?”
