“Touch me,” she demands, and I waste no time, pressing two fingers to her clit and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
She takes complete control, bouncing on my dick until her head is thrown back, panting breaths escaping her lungs. When I feel the walls of her pussy clench impossibly tight around me, she screams my name like she’s desperate to remind me who she belongs to.
I grip her hips and roll us until she’s flat on her back again, and when she whimpers, “C-come with m-me, Elijah,” I absolutely lose myself in her. In sensation, in movement, in a desperate need to fill her.
I piston my hips forward, relishing the sounds of her growing moans and cries for release as the tingle at the base of my spine, and the delicious pressure building low in my gut, begins to surge.
Sweat coats my brow, sliding down my temples. My arms tremble, and my breaths grow ragged as I fight to hold out just long enough for her to give in.
The woman of my dreams cries out one last time as her body convulses, trembling with the weight of her orgasm, and I’m dragged under by a current of explosive colour behind my eyelids. All the pressure in my body releases as I spill into her. My movements become jerky and erratic, and I’m caught between my own blinding pleasure and the desire to watch her fall apart for me. I’m enraptured by her beauty as she releases ragged breaths, body trembling with the waves of euphoria. Pride swells deep in my belly.
“You were perfect,” she murmurs through the last waves of her orgasm.
As I start to come back to myself, I lower on top of her, careful not to crush her beneath me as I whisper, “Thank you,” into her ear, over and over like a prayer.
Several minutes pass before I’ve regained the energy to pull my still semi-erect dick from her. I’m gentle as I withdraw, careful to watch her face for any twinge of pain or signs of discomfort, but there’s nothing. She’s got the cutest, dopiest little smile on her lips, eyes closed, body lax beneath me.
“That was great. We should do it again sometime,” she murmurs, wiggling her hips and slowly blinking her eyes open.
I chuckle lightly. “I’m open to any and all notes.”
“I’ll get back to you with my notes at a later time. Preliminary scoring is a nine-point-eight out of ten.”
“I look forward to hearing what I could do in the future to make it a ten,” I tell her.
I sit back on my shins, fully prepared to get up and carry her to the shower, but the sight of my cum and hers dripping out of her cunt does something unexplainable to me. I scoop the sticky mess with two fingers and push it back inside her, groaning at the thought of her keeping it there all night.
“Elijah, do you have a breeding kink I don’t know about?” she asks, sitting up on her forearms, head tilted to the side.
“Yes,” I answer automatically. “But without any actual babies,” I reconcile, still unable to look away from where she has the reminder of me filling her up, claiming her as mine. Knowing she trusts me with her heart and body stokes the burning flame inside me.
“Interesting,” she says with a sly grin. “I’ll have to keep that in mind for the future. Now, won’t you be a good boy and wash me up?”
Without hesitation, I climb to my feet, bend down, and pick her up bridal style, carrying her to my shower. We scrub each other clean before spending the rest of the night in a pillow fort,watching orca documentaries and filling in our adult colouring books.
CHAPTER
SIXTY-SEVEN
“I don’t know what,”Dr. Alvarez says, her gaze darting from me to Elijah, “orwhoconvinced you to change your mind, but I’m happy you brought your family this time.”
“Does that mean this is good news?” Mummy asks, jumping ahead, as usual.
My leg bounces beneath the glass table, nerves making me tingle in all the wrong ways as I fight not to replay the first time I was in this office. I just hope this time, the news is better.
Elijah’s hand presses down on my thigh, stopping my movements as he leans in to whisper in my ear. “It doesn’t matter what happens here today. We’ll get through it together, okay?” I nod once.
“Adhira.” He says my name like a plea. “I need verbal communication for this, yeah?”
I flick my gaze to his and take his hand in mine, squeezing gently. “Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together,” I answer, and I mean it. The weight of the world no longer resides on my shoulders alone. I can share it all with my friends and family, with the man who has become my other half, and knowing that, it’s what pushes me to speak my next words with far less fear than I felt all those months ago.
“I’d like to know what the results are now,” I say, speaking up over Mummy, who’s already pestering Dr. Alvarez with questions.
She smiles brightly, her eyes twinkling as she reaches across the table to extend a hand to me, and like the first time, I take it, my other one remaining firmly in Elijah’s.
“You’re in remission, Adhira. Treatment was successful, and your scans show full revision of your Hodgkin's lymphoma.” Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, and mine? They pour over like a damn waterfall.
My mind has no time to catch up to all the movement and sound surrounding me before my body is propelled towards a hard chest, arms circling me. Mummy’s sobs, Papa falling to his knees in prayers and gratitude, and Dr. Alvarez rushing around her desk to make sure he’s okay, offering everyone tissues.
