A Moosehead Spring: Max and Rose

“First of all, I’ve been an asshole and that stops now,” he says, sitting down on the bed next to me.

“You haven’t been that bad,” I reply, smoothing wrinkles from the comforter.

“I’ve made you cry, and I’ve forsaken my vows to you.”

“What?” I ask, my head whipping up to look at him. Suddenly, I’m wondering where he’s been all night.

“Absolutely not that part of our vows, baby. The one about our spark. Your spark. You’re the shell of the woman you used to be and that’s on me. I refused to listen to you.”

“Well, I listened to you. I understand what you perceive the problem to be, but chances are it wouldn’t happen again, and Doctor Jorgensen and Doctor Denise know what to expect now. I’d be perfectly safe.”

“Still. Do you know what I’d do without you?”

“You’d manage,” I whisper, taking his hands in mine.

“No, I wouldn’t. I didn’t manage. My brother took care of our children because all I could even think about doing was climbing into that hospital bed beside you and dying if you did. I know I’d die if something happened to you.”

“First of all, we don’t even know if I can get pregnant again.”

“You will and I’ll love every second of it because it’s you.”

“We won’t know unless we try. I swear I’ve forgotten what your cock feels like without a condom.” I pull on a stray thread on the blanket. Man, we need a new one. Looks like I am going to Target tomorrow.

“It hasn’t been that long,” he says, and I chuckle.

“It has. When you would finally have sex with me again, almost seven whole months after I recovered, it’s been nothing but condoms since then.”

“Surely not,” he says confused.

“Yep. That bulk buy box you bought from Amazon was empty yesterday.”

“Well, let’s see what we can do about that.”

“Yeah?” I say, squealing as he rips the blanket off of me and pulls me under him.

“I love you, Rosy,” he says looking down into my eyes.

“I love you too,” I reply then he kisses me. It’s long and hot-blooded and I know he’s never kissed me like this before. It’s raw and real and I need more of it. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let him kiss me until we need air, but once I gulp it up he’s pulling my silky nightgown over my head and taking my nipple into his mouth, and sucks on it hard. Then he moves to the other one and gives it the same attention before kissing down my tummy to my pussy.

Suddenly, he stops and stands. I watch him strip off his clothes before joining me again.

Roughly, he spreads my legs and lowers himself onto me before sliding into me.

“Oh God,” I’ve missed you,” I say as he fucks me, harder and harder.

“I’ve missed you too wife.”

It doesn’t take long before I’m coming harder than I ever have and then he fills me with his seed. I’ll never be able to adequately express how fucking much I missed this.

We make love for hours and this is what I’ve been missing. Him. He was closed off and distant from me. Sure, we’ve had sex, but it wasn’t like it was before I almost died like it is right now.

No matter what happens in the future, we’ll get through it.

Together.