“Carter,” she murmurs as her eyes flutter open.
“Shhh, baby,” I whisper, drawing her close to my chest. I smile to myself when she snuggles into me. In her sleepy haze, she’s obviously forgotten she’s not talking to me. After gently laying her down in our bed, I climb in beside her so we’re facing each other. My hand skims lightly over her hair, tucking it behind her ear. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she mumbles back. I smile when she says that, even if she is half asleep and unaware she’s angry with me. Then one of her eyes opens. “I’m still pissed with you though.” Her statement makes me chuckle. I know it’s not funny, but I’m fucking relieved she’s actually aware and still loves me regardless.
“I’ll call the doctor tomorrow and make an appointment. I can have the vasectomy reversed,” I inform her. Even though it’s not what I want, I’d do anything to make us okay again.
“No you won’t,” she replies opening her eyes. “But know this, you have a lot of grovelling ahead of you to make up for what you’ve done.” I can’t fight the smile that spreads across my face. I’ll grovel for the rest of my fucking life if it means we’re going to be okay.
I pull her body flush with mine. Having her so close makes my cock twitch. I need her so bad. Especially after everything that has happened tonight. I need confirmation we’re going to be okay. I need to connect with her again. Become one. It’s been far too long.
“Can I start grovelling now?” I ask, leaning forward and nipping at her bottom lip. I can tell she’s trying to suppress her smile. Placing my hand behind her knee, I lift her leg and drape it over my hip. When she doesn’t protest, I thrust my pelvis forward so my growing cock rubs against her. She lets out a moan just as my lips capture hers.
I did a lot of thinking when I was in the shower, and again as I lay in Levi’s bed afterwards. It was torture being separated from Carter. The three days he was away had me pining for him. I was giddy with excitement from the moment I opened my eyes this morning, knowing he was returning today and we’d be together again. Is it crazy that I feel like a piece of me is missing when we’re apart? Because that’s exactly how I feel.
It was hard for me to take the pillow and walk out of our room. The look on his face almost had me caving, but the mistake he’s made is colossal. He needed to learn a lesson from it, and this was the only way I knew how. He can’t make huge decisions like that without me, no matter what the logic is behind it.
As soon as his lips are on mine, every ounce of fight left in me dissolves. I need this. We need this. Despite everything, I love him. Sure I’m still hurt, still pissed, but you can be sure that I won’t be letting this go for a very long time.
The thing is, when you’ve been through everything I have, you know how precious life is, and how quickly it can be taken away. Sometimes you need to put the anger and hurt aside and live every minute to the fullest, and love with everything you have, because none of us know what tomorrow will bring.
Life is short.
My fingers fist in Carter’s hair, pulling him closer when he deepens the kiss. My body trembles with anticipation. I know this is going to be explosive. Not just because of the weeks of abstaining, but because it’s make-up sex. We rarely argue, so we don’t get to experience make-up sex often. And this time he has a shitload of making up to do.
Bring it on, Mr Reynolds. Bring. It. On!
I’m not sure how long I’m going to last first time round. It’s been too long. I hope my wife isn’t tired because I have the rest of the night to get reacquainted with her luscious body, and that’s exactly what I plan to do. With three small children, who knows when we’ll get an opportunity like this again?
She moans into my mouth when I slide my hand underneath her pyjama top and palm her breast. I love how big her tits get when she’s breastfeeding. Indi latches onto my rock hard cock through my pants, and unlike last time, there’s no guilt. I’m so glad my secret is out in the open. It’s such a weight off my shoulders. Rest assured, I won’t stop until I’ve made this up to her. That you can be fucking sure of.
As soon as she starts to work me over, I slide my hand down the front of her pants. I’m desperate to be inside her again. I groan when I find her wet and ready for me. It only takes me a few seconds to rid her of her pyjamas before removing my own. She smiles up at me when I settle over the top of her. It’s a sight, I can tell you. Only a few hours ago, I was worried she’d never smile at me again. A calmness spreads through me. I know I fucked up, but in this moment I also know we’re going to be okay.