I moved forward until I was standing in front of her, and then caught a lock of hair between my two large fingers and twirled it around them.
She looked up with her swollen eyes and her heart-wrenching tears and stared at me.
“I don’t want you to cry,” I told her.
CHAPTER 16
If you are not yelling at your kids, you’re not spending enough time with them.
-Mavis to Murphy
MURPHY
She smiled. “Sadly for you, you got the weepy Pope. I cry at almost everything.”
I hadn’t seen her cry often. The worst time had been when she was delivering Vlad, and that’d been because of the pain.
So I wasn’t sure what to think of her words.
“Is it time to go?” she asked, breaking into my silence.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “If we want to make it on time.”
She sighed and stood up, which put our bodies into closer contact.
She pressed her hands to the wall of my chest, and the normal stirring that always hit me when she was close did.
She snorted out a laugh. “Dying and you still want me.”
“Dying. Dead. I’ll want you until I’m no longer able to breathe air,” I told her honestly.
She sighed, then leaned forward to press her forehead against my chest.
Unfortunately, the reaction to her didn’t abate, and despite the tender moment, my dick had to ruin it.
She shifted and accidentally rubbed it just right, making a groan fall from my throat.
The last few weeks had been a lot of nothing.
I couldn’t exert myself because I tired easily.
And, taking the doctor’s words to heart, Mavis had gone out of her way to make my exertion as little as possible.
That also meant we hadn’t ‘done it’ all that much.
Which sucked.
On one level I knew they were right. Sex, no matter who was doing the work, was a strain on the body.
But goddamn did I miss her.
I hadn’t even had her that long before she’d pulled the plug on anything sex related.
But tonight? We had fifteen minutes to spare, and I was no longer going to take no for an answer. Not when we both wanted it.
And, according to the studies, you only lived once.
Reaching my arm around her back, I set the oxygen tank on the bathroom shelf behind the toilet.
Then reached for the cannula that was in my nose.
She frowned when she saw me take them off, her hand automatically going up to replace it where she wanted it—because, again, she couldn’t stop herself from mother-henning me.
But I stilled her hand and then pulled her closer, pressing my erection into her.
The denial that I knew she was about to cry out was smothered against her lips as I took her mouth with my own.
She sighed, and then her body went lax as she gave in to the feelings that were coursing through her.
I wasn’t dumb.
I knew she was just as turned on as I was.
There was no way to deny it.
Not with her labored breathing, or the way her eyes went glassy.
Not to mention she kept giving my lips and my dick area surreptitious glances when she thought I wasn’t looking.
Her hands went down my sides, her fingers digging in slightly to the ever-widening area of my waist, and I had a moment of self-consciousness hit me before she completely obliterated my every thought.
“God, you’re so hot,” she breathed, her fingers moving to the front of my sweatpants where she proceeded to pull me in closer. “I want you.”
I knew she did.
I wanted her, too.
“But only if you’ll allow me to do all the work,” she ordered.
I could do that.
I could also give her exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it, as long as it didn’t involve me stopping.
Because not only couldn’t I stop, but I wouldn’t.
I was tired of wanting it and being denied.
Well, there was only so much denying I could do.
“And later, when you’re still out of breath, I want you to remember this moment right here, and think about why we can’t keep doing this. Eventually, we’ll have to stop,” she persisted.
It was the same thing she said every single time I convinced her to ride my cock.
And I replied with the same thing that I always did but added a new three words toward the end that she never saw coming.
“When you’re old and gray, I want you to remember this moment right here,” I told her. “Because I want you to remember that I lived like I was dying until my last breath.” I waited until her breath hitched before saying, “I love you.”
Her head whipped up, and I had to jerk back to avoid getting heat butted.
“What?”
Instead of answering her, I showed her.
I lavished her mouth with my every word and feeling. I ran my hands lovingly up the length of her spine, down the small of her back, around to her slightly rounded belly, then to the most beautiful thighs in the world.