“And I’m all yours, don’t forget that,” I whispered.
He leaned down and pressed his warm lips to mine, gratifying me with his delicious tongue.
I pulled away. “Oh, and please don’t forget my ankle is exposed, unprotected and highly fragile.”
“Your ankle is safe with me, I’ll be careful. Now shut up and let me fucking make love to you,” he growled with a smirk on his face.
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me, hungry for the man who fulfilled my every need. He reached up and unbuttoned my blouse, pushing each side away and exposing my chest. His hands felt smooth as they glided across my skin removing the unwanted material.
Reaching down, I took hold of his belt buckle, unlooping the leather strap and gaining access to his pants. I unbuttoned those too, and found his erection ready for my grasp.
A rumble of relief resonated through him as I placed my hands on his cock, slowly gliding them up and down. I delighted in the feel of him tensing under my touch. It gave me a sense of empowerment and reassurance that his cock belonged to me.
I clenched it tightly before I positioned it at my entrance, and before he pushed into me, we had a silent moment, our eyes communicating as perfectly and as clearly as they had always done. I could tell he was checking to see if I was okay, and ready to make love for the first time after losing the baby. I was. I was ready to move ahead in the hope that once again I would carry his child, our child.
I touched his face, smiled softly and nodded, causing his eyes to sparkle and fill with love as he pushed forward easing himself inside of me. His rhythm was slow, soft and sensual, and I took great pleasure in every rock of his hips.
He was controlled in his delivery, fashioning our love making to last a long time so that we could savour each other without a care in the world. I wanted to roll him over and slide my tongue down his neck, chest and follow the happy trail to a happy place. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t move without hurting my ankle. So I accepted submission and let him take control of my body, which he did with a blinding talent. He owned every part of me and made it known by leaving no surface of me untouched.
“I hate not being able to move, Bryce. I want to climb on top of you and ride the fuck out of you,” I said breathlessly.
He lowered his head and tongued my neck just below my ear. “I love it when you ride the fuck out me, too. But right now, you will lie here, and you will let me fuck you.”
I dragged my nails down his back as he escalated his pace, feeling my own orgasm at the breach of explosion. “You feel so good,” I moaned.
He grabbed my hands and held them above my head. “Tell me, you love me and only me,” he demanded, as he dragged his length out to the tip.
“Bryce!” I pleaded, closing my eyes and wanting the feel of him to return.
He slowly slid back inside me then pulled out just as brutally slow. And grazing his teeth on my lobe, he breathed into my ear one more time. “Tell me. I want to hear it again.”
I arched my neck and moaned louder. “You know I love and only you.”
He leisurely slid back in then out. “Again,” he growled, his long strokes, pure bliss.
“You, Bryce,” I breathed languidly.
Another long delicious stroke followed by an animalistic groan. “Alexis.”
“You,” I replied more aggressively.
He increased his pace, sliding in and out, harder and deeper.
“Only you,” I cried out and released as he spilled into me while jerking and kissing my neck. “Only you, Bryce,” I repeated as I gasped for air.
His mouth found mine as he let go of my hands. I instantly grabbed his face and pulled his head back, looking at him intently. “I love you and only you.”
“So you fucking should,” he smiled, before seizing my lips.
We lay there laden in sweat for several minutes, entwined in each other’s arms. I was limp, exhausted, and thoroughly sated. I was also relieved to once again feel I had jumped another hurdle in my life. Although this particular hurdle wasn’t one I wanted to forget or put behind me. There were hurdles or road blocks in our life that we wanted nothing more than to make a distant memory or disregard even, but my miscarriage was not one of them. Yes I wanted to move forward and carry on with my life, but I wanted to acknowledge what I’d lost and remind myself daily of what I already had and what I could still attain. I wanted to be always grateful. If I had learned just one thing in life, it was that pessimism hurt only the ones that could not and did not want to be optimistic.
***
Bryce and I decided we would go to Nate and Charli’s school and surprise the kids by picking them up ourselves. I also needed to see my friends and break through that initial awkwardness that always plagued a terrible situation. I accepted that those types of reactions were natural responses to a sad event and were inevitable. But it didn’t mean I liked to let that awkwardness linger or dwell, or drag out before things went back to normal.