My palm flies up. “No, ma’am. Stay.” I understand more than I ever realized, how precious those intimate moments are.
I still feel like shit for being a bitch when I found out they were a thing.
They’re so fucking perfect for each other.
Dad smiles, turning a page in his novel, while Lori settles back against him and lets her eyes drift closed.
Damn adorable is what they are.
Coveting the few I already have, I hope I get a lifetime of those tiny memories with Oliver.
With two bowls of beef stew heaped with fresh biscuits, I push into our bedroom to find him sprawled half-under the sheets. Lightly snoring.
Some of his wounds are uncovered, dark lines criss-crossing his skin. The worst ones are still wrapped in bandages. Theycheckerboard his broad back. One near his neck, another his upper thigh, the last over his ribs.
Any of them could have been lethal.
No, I need to stop focusing on how close I was to losing him. Instead, I want to start thinking about all of the new things we get to experience together.
We skipped steps to get here. Now it’s time to savor every second of it.
Ribbon of steel
Oliver
I’m used to thedull ache and the occasional tug of the stitches when I wake up.
What I hope to never get used to is having her tucked against my side when I do. Her supple ass presses my groin as she hugs a pillow between her knees.
The soft rise and fall of her ribs makes ripples in the sheet hanging between us. I can’t resist threading my hand under her little tank top to flatten my palm over her growing belly.
I’m back with my family. There was a time it wasn’t guaranteed. Hell, I guess it never is.
When my thumb works in a broad circle, her breath hitches. With a tiny moan, she shifts closer, fitting herself snugly to my chest.
It’s been so fucking long since I’ve been able to feel her, touch her…caress her how I want. Despite the pinch of my wounds, I push my thigh between hers, spooning her to meld us tighter. I want to feel every inch of her. From her pinky toe resting on my ankle to her silky dark hair tickling my nose. She’s mine and I never want to let her go.
And my stiff cock is begging to join us as one. To finally claim my wife.
I wish I was healed enough to give her what she loves, but hard and fast is weeks away.
Tugging down my boxer-briefs, my fingers lace under her dainty panties to bare her.
Her exhale, then rapid gasp before her palm covers my knuckles tells me she’s more awake. Then it keeps going, pushing her underwear to her knees to kick them away.
“This too, baby,” I murmur, threading under her cami, helping her untangle from it until she’s naked in my arms.
Now I’m free to roam the length of her as my lips burrow against the hollow of her neck. “I’ve missed you,” I groan, pulling her tender ear lobe between my teeth.
Her leg raises to drape mine, opening herself for my exploring fingers. “I have too,” she whimpers, trailing her nails up my wrist. “But don’t—” She jolts when I hit her slick clit. “—don’t hurt yourself.”
I’d lie in a bed of glass shards to still press against her body. Any pain I may have had fades into the background. “All I feel is you, Soph.” Every sense is focused on her. “Mywife.”
She arches against me, grinding her soaking pussy into my palm.
Ignoring the twinge in my lower back, I roll my hips to seat my rigid cock between her quivering thighs. With agonizingly slow strokes of her sensitive bud, I watch the flush of pink spread across her pale skin.
I love to see the dimple in her cheek when she bites her lip, the starburst of her jaw when she clenches. Her breathy little pants that pour down to tickle over my arm as she digs in her nails, urging me faster.
