He shook his head. “The brace is only useful while the body is still growing. After maturity, it becomes ineffective. I have found that physical exercise and developing my musculature have helped my spine as well. Some doctors postulate that’s because the muscles help support the spine.”
“Well, the desirable side effect is that your body is beautifully muscled.” She said, going to him, still naked, and smoothing her soft hands over his chest.
At least one muscle leapt to immediate attention.
“Abigail.” his voice was thick with need.
“You know, your body really is magnificent, Colin.” She looked at him and he caught his breath at the desire he saw in her eyes. As if she really found his deformed body attractive.
“I think all the things you went through in your youth have colored your perception of yourself.” Her insightful gaze met his. “As you said, you could not have a normal childhood and adolescence. You learned to see your body as a defective thing. Something to be ashamed of, and cover. But do you want to know what I see?”
“Yes.” Those gray-blue eyes mesmerized him. So deep, so calm, so comforting.
“Come.” She was dragging him to the mirror, as he had done yesterday, only this time she stood behind him, peeking from around his torso, her arms embracing him from behind. He averted his eyes.
“No, look at yourself.”
He barely dared to breathe as she placed a kiss at the center of his back.
“I see broad shoulders. Strong and capable of bearing great responsibility, of supporting a heavy burden. Sort of like Atlas.” She ran her hands over his shoulders, kneading his protruding trapezius muscles, before sliding down his arms.
“I see muscular arms. Not afraid of hard work. Trained and able to defend yourself and the people you love.”
Her hands were more than a caress. They were a benediction. It enthralled him, to watch her run her hands all over his body. A body he had thought hideous, shameful. Now her hands had dived to his thighs.
“I could say the same about your legs. They are powerful and will carry your child to the ends of the earth.” Now she darted up to his chest. Running her fingers through the smattering of chest hair.
“And your chest. It is so broad and deep. The perfect place for me to rest my head. It makes me feel loved, protected.” Her hands slid down his abdomen. “Flat stomach. Like that of someone not given to excess. Someone who works more than he rests.”
“Your back is quite formidable.” She said while running her hands all over the muscles covering it. “So what if it has hills and valleys, if it is not symmetrical? It is so wide and muscled, narrowing down to your hips, like an inverted pyramid. It is quite beautiful.”
She placed her hands on his hips. “I love your hips. The skin here is so soft, I’d like to place my hands here as you thrust into me when we make love.”
Now her hands inched around. Lower. Wrapped around his straining cock. Rising hard and proud. It surged in her hands and he groaned, helplessly pumping into her hands.
“And this. Well, I think you already know how I feel about this.” She said, kissing the center of his back again while her hands tightened around him. “I love your penis, your... cock. It brings me so much pleasure and it has such a beautiful shape.”
A bark of strained laughter escaped him at that description. Out of all things, he had never thought of his cock asbeautiful.
“Oh, don’t laugh. It is true. It is rather spectacular. A cylinder of iron encased in the softest flesh. These veins running up the shaft?” She traced them and he groaned. “They look like stalks of climbing vine twining around a tower.” She ran her thumb over the rim of his crown. “The head is so thick, it seems to bloom, rather like a mushroom.” She collected a drop of liquid from the slit and spread it all around the head.
He was ready to come. Ready to explode in her hands like a callow youth. He had to stop this now, before he disgraced himself.
“I get it.” He panted. “You have thoroughly convinced me. I will never again be ashamed of my body.”
He turned in a lightning move and caught her against him. “Can I take you now, wife?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, yes.”
So he turned her in his arms and bent her forward, supporting her arms on the vanity dresser. She didn’t protest, didn’t question the unusual position, only stayed there, waiting for his pleasure. Their gazes locked in the mirror.
He centered his cock in her soft, plump folds, wetting it with her moisture, and sank home. Then he retreated and began thrusting in and out, his movements deep and powerful. He watched their reflection, watched their bodies in the mirror, connected and moving together in exquisite pleasure. It was like watching someone else. Although it was still them. And for the first time, he let go, let go of the past and looked into the future. He accepted they belonged together. Cherished what they were. A perfect unity. Male and female. Hard and soft. His wife, his mate. He reached a hand between her legs...
“No, wait.” Her hand came to grab his wrist. “Not like this.”
He froze. “You don’t like it?”
“I do. But I want you on top of me. On the bed. I want to embrace you, touch you, caress you as you make love to me. Please.”
