Imperfect Love (Heart of Hope 4)

“Remember how I could almost make you come by sucking these?” his voice was husky.

“Yes,” I said on a thready whisper. Tears filled my eyes as I wondered what would happen if I had to lose them. The idea of not feeling his lips tug and suck on them hurt.

He stilled his hands. “I’m sorry—”

“No.” I took his hands put them back on my breasts. “They’re still here. I want to remember what it's like when you touch me.”

He turned me, taking my hand and leading me to the bed. As I lay down, he finished undressing. My gaze went to his dick. It was long and thick as it stood stiff out from him. I realized it had been a long time since I’d seen it, except the time I caught him masturbating. I’d forgotten how impressive and beautiful it was. Soft pink skin stretched tight over steel-hard arousal.

“Remember when we measured it,” I said, reaching out to draw my finger along the length.

“I think he set a record that night.”

“Did you used to always masturbate in the shower?”

His gaze jerked to mine as if he was gauging my mood. “Sometimes. Do you?”

I realized I hadn’t had an orgasm from him or myself in a long time. I shook my head. “I feel so dull and frumpy.”

He shook his head. “I want to rid you of that. Look at my cock. He should tell you how sexy you are.” He moved over me, laying beside me on the bed. He ran his hand over my belly and to the nest of curls between my thighs.

“If you’re not touching yourself, it’s been a long time since you’ve come,” he said.

I nodded.

“I’m going to make up for that too.” He maneuvered over me, pushing my thighs apart to settle between them. He kissed me again, this time with less fervor and yet it still sent sparks through my blood.

His kiss traveled down my neck and over my collarbone. He licked my nipple and then watched it as it puckered. He sucked it and I gasped at the sensation. It was as if he was sucking on my clit. My hips lifted, seeking his entrance.

Instead of his dick, his fingers slid through my folds, softly stroking the sensitive flesh.

I moaned. “Don’t tease me.”

“No teasing,” he whispered. He inserted his finger inside me and suckled my nipple.

“Yes, oh Brayden, yes…” I held his head to my chest as my hips rocked to the intrusion of his finger. “More…more…” It was embarrassing how fast I flew up to teeter on the edge, but I didn’t think about it. All I could think about was him, touching me. Again. Finally.

He inserted two fingers and gently fucked me, moving them in and out.

“Come for me, baby.” His fingers moved faster, his lips sucked harder, and then his thumb brushed over my clit and I cried out as the most glorious wave of ecstasy washed through me. It radiated out from my pussy to every neuron in my body. If pleasure cured, my cancer would be gone and I’d never be sick again.

He continued his ministrations, slowly bringing me down. When I finally caught my breath, I opened my eyes to find him looking at me.

“Ready for more?”

I didn’t know what he had planned, but I knew what I wanted. Needed. “I need you inside me, Brayden.”

He hesitated for a moment but then acquiesced. “We’ve got all night.”

I suppose that meant whatever he thought he might do, he could do later.

He settled his hips between my thighs. “Do I need a condom?”

The question was odd considering we hadn’t used condoms since we’d become a couple.

“It’s been awhile…or maybe your treatments…” His expression was uncertain, like he felt uncomfortable mentioning how long it had been or perhaps bringing up my cancer.

“I’m still on the pill.” The doctor hadn’t said anything about not taking it, but perhaps I needed to ask. In fact, Brayden and I were still young. While we hadn’t discussed having more children, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. Would my treatment make it impossible for that to happen?