Because I’d taken the leap of faith to tell him that I loved him, there would be as many morenext timesas we wanted.
He grunted, not leaving my mouth as he sucked on my lips and followed me. Going still and tensing as he ensured his dick was wedged inside me as deep as it could go, he strained not to thrust me up any higher as he shot his cum into my womb.
On the inhale after he came, though, he winced, and I knew we were seriously disobeying the doctor’s orders. We were not resting. He was tensing up and likely using muscles that he shouldn’t be as he rode through his climax.
But under his steady hold on me, trapping me on his lap as if he couldn’t bear to part from me, I stayed put and smiled. With his dick buried so deep inside my pussy that still clenched and fluttered with waves of pleasure, I sighed and counted on resting with him. Right here. Just like this.
Finding a new version of peace and love had seemed impossible for so long. In his arms as we came down from the high of making love, though, I knew that I’d found it at last.
Because I found you.
“I will never stop loving you,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to my temple.
I sighed and snuggled against him. “And I will always love you.”
Anger didn’t belong between us. Only this blissful satisfaction and solid trust that meant I could know he’d move mountains to keep me happy and safe. He alone would burn the world down and ensure that we could move forward together. Never apart or distanced again.
“Should I let you rest now?” I asked once it seemed like he was already on his way to falling asleep.
“You stay right where you are,” he said, not opening his eyes and shifting so he’d slip out of me without letting me off the bed.
I smiled and closed my eyes, resting against his side and knowing I could surrender to the need to sleep, confident when I woke up that his rugged face would be the first thing I’d see.
37
SERGEI
Claire didn’t give me a hard time about not resting. She probably didn’t feel like it was her place to comment about what I should and shouldn’t do during my recovery.
Overexerting myself while making love to Natalie likely wasn’t a great idea in terms of letting my body heal fully. But we were careful. Or rather, she was careful with me.
“Let me.”
That became the refrain Natalie gave me whenever she wanted to fuck. Hard and fast or slow and gentle, she made sure to always keep an eye on any sign of discomfort from me. Even when I was careful to mask any twinges of pain that I felt, she called me out on it and warned me not to take my recovery seriously.
“I want you healthy and back to normal as soon as possible,” she scolded.
“So I can fuck you like I want?” I asked with a grin.
Her responding blush was worth it.
I’d never had a woman to nurse me like this. To pamper me, for a lack of a better term. Before I’d gone to the Diamond Mirage, I had been wishing I could have someone special in my life. Someone who gave a shit aboutme.
Now, I knew how good it could be.
Because I was still healing from the fighting and the two shots I’d taken, she was the boss of the apartment. She was already in charge of making it like a real home, keeping it clean and handling all the meals. But now she was my keeper too, nagging me about it if I pushed myself too hard.
“Let me.” She’d say it every time she came to straddle me, perhaps finding a thrill in being on top so I wouldn’t hurt my side.
I felt like I was finally seeing more of her, who she really was, when she admitted how much she loved being with me. The sexual adventures she wanted to try. It was apparently all a drastic difference from her late husband. He seemed to be more of a simple guy, not really daring or kinky at all in bed. I didn’t want to replace him. I didn’t want to compete. And I didn’t have to. Once I told her that I wouldn’t hold her memories against her and that I was glad we could just be ourselves together, she was happier.
It bothered me that she would’ve worried about comparing us. Her late husband would always be a part of her past. And I was determined to always be a part of her future. That was all that mattered to me.
We took the first steps to starting that as a family by having her move into my room with me.
Maisie was confused at first. “Will you bring Mommy’s bed in here too then?”
I smiled since my back was to her at that time, in the kitchen.
