“Yes, yes, yes,” I said holding his head to my pussy. “Eat me…”
He groaned against my pussy. My hips rocked as I fucked his mouth.
He sucked my clit and stars lit up my brain as my entire body convulsed.
“Yes, I’m coming…” I said trying to be quiet about it, but not sure I was succeeding.
He stood up, freeing his dick. “You taste so fucking good.” He kissed me so I could know my own taste.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said pressing his dick against my still throbbing pussy.
“Yes.” I gripped his shoulders, eager to feel him inside me again.
He plunged in, and I gasped at his invasion. Brayden’s immense presence wasn’t just in his height or persona, but his dick was amazingly thick and long. When I first saw it, I had a moment to wonder if maybe it wasn’t too big.
“So good baby,” he said as he gripped my hips and began to piston in and out of me. He was a bit crazed as he fucked me, driving me up and up. I loved it when he was wild like this. Like he was desperate and couldn’t control his need for me. It made me feel so feminine and sexy.
“Brayden,” I said. Being with him like this, I was always swamped with emotion. As much as I could tell him about me and my feelings, the one thing I hadn’t confessed was that I loved him. Saying his name was code for my utter devotion to him.
“Come on me, Terra. Take me over…baby…come on…”
I was panting as a second release teetered on the edge. He leaned over, sucked on a nipple, and that was it. He rocketed me to the stratosphere, blasting pleasure through my body.
“Fuck…yes…so good…I’m coming.” He grunted, thrust in, and his hot seed filled me. That had been different with him too. I’d never been with a man without a condom, even though I was on the pill. With Brayden, I wanted all of him. I wanted to give all of me.
We moved together, drawing out our orgasms until he finally dropped his head on my shoulder.
“I have a confession,” he said against my neck.
Ah…I wasn’t sure I liked that.
He lifted his head, and looked into my eyes as his hands cupped my face. “I love you, Terra. I’m so fucking in love with you.”
My heart swelled until I was sure it was going to burst from my chest. “Brayden.” I pressed my palm against his cheek. “I love you too.”
He smiled, and I saw relief in his eyes. Then he kissed me.
I looped my arms around him, wanting to savor this moment. “You know, for a new employee, you’re doing very well.”
“I have a good mentor.” He ground his hips against mine.
r /> “So that’s all this is. Work?” I teased.
He shook his head. “Work won’t ever be more important than you.”
I let out a cry as I realized Brayden hadn’t been able to keep that promise. At the same time, his dedication, near compulsion to work was something I knew about him when we got together. After all, our romance bloomed in the quiet after work hours in his office.
There was so much to our relationship then that was lost now. Why? What had happened that I couldn’t tell him how I was feeling or what I needed. I hadn’t told him I was being tested for cancer. I still hadn’t told him I was diagnosed with cancer. It wasn’t like I didn’t think he’d care, because he would. While the special bond we had was gone, that didn’t mean he’d become a louse. I knew he’d be worried and concerned. He’d do what he could to step up and support me. So why hadn’t I said anything? Was it me? Was there something going on with me that had caused all this?
I blamed his long work hours, but he blamed my attention to the kids. Was he right in that? Had I given everything to the kids and not provided enough to him? To give him attention, he’d need to be home. When he was home, he was the one often spending time with the kids.
The reality now was that it was possible this cancer would take me away, and I needed to prepare him and the kids for that. It would be nice if we could find our couplehood again, but to be honest, that was secondary to making sure my family would be okay if I didn’t survive.
For a moment, I wondered if Brayden would ever remarry if the cancer did take me. My father never remarried, although I was sure he had women he spent time with. The idea of Brayden with another woman didn’t sit well with me. We might be in trouble, but he was still mine. I didn’t miss the irony that I was the one thinking divorce and yet still laying claim to him.
At the same time, I’d want Brayden to be happy. Perhaps he and I weren’t as perfect as I’d once thought, as evidenced by our estrangement. Maybe there was a woman who was better suited for him.
My gut roiled as images of him smiling sweetly or wickedly at another woman filled my brain. Of him using that marvelously large dick to make more children with her in my bed.