STAN
Even after all of our years together I never tired of waking up beside Erik.
Spending so much time apart had hammered in the knowledge that this man was my everything. So, as the sun peeked through the thin slats on our bedroom window, I reached out to my side, seeking his body. He was on the very edge of the bed. Rolling my head in his direction, I took just a few precious moments—in a house filled with children and pets, time alone to admire the curve of your husband’s firm biceps was rare—and just drank him in. My gaze moved over his curls, glowing deep gold in the early rays of a summer day, his long neck, the lines of his shoulder exposed to the warm summer air. I studied the thin line of a scar by his shoulder blade. The slim white mark left from a blade many years ago during a childhood shinny game. My fingers danced over his hip, over the soft cotton of his sleep shorts, on a mission to find his sleepy prick nestled all comfy in a bed of soft blond curls. What I wouldn’t give to be able to shift to my side, wiggle his shorts down, and slide my cock into his warm, waiting body. But those kinds of maneuvers were in the distant future. Thankfully there were other ways to make each other happy.
My dick, which was already awake, liked that thought a great deal. I was pleased to note now the pain had eased off; my libido had made a recovery of its own. If only I could get up off my back. Erik snuffled awake as my pinkie brushed the tip of his cock. With a jolt he was up, off the bed, curls riotous around his head, staring at me with wide, sleepy, sky blue eyes.
“What are you doing?” he barked as he shoved at his half-hard shaft. “You just had surgery. There is no way you’re up for sex.” He threw the covers back, took hold of my rigid cock, and gave it a shake. His eye roll made me smile. “Okay, fine,thatpart of you is up for sex. Your new hips aren’t.”
“Then we won’t use my new hips. See, is easy solution. Come lay with me, my sweet. I have missed you,” I cajoled, rubbing my cock as I spoke. His prick did not go down. It grew fatter. I licked my lips. “There are ways to do sexing up for no hips. Sit on my face.”
“Stan…”
“No? Okay, we will sixty-nine with you on top. I am good at sucking dick.” I waggled an eyebrow while freeing my cock from my baggy shorts, the worn elastic band settling under my balls. My husband frowned but his dick grew even thicker. “Okay then, no number sex. Hand sex with much kissing. Gentle. Maybe a finger in a good place.” His tangled eyebrows eased. “Two fingers at most.”
“You could talk the Devil into buying a hibachi,” he sighed, his gaze sliding down over me.
“Yes, I am good with making sweet words of love. Now come here so I can enjoy your body. It has been too long.”
He moved gingerly, peeling off his shorts then locking the bedroom door. The sniffles of a few dogs poking their noses under the crack could be heard as Erik eased himself back into bed, his pupils fat, his lips wet. I linked a hand behind his head, dove my fingers into those soft curls, and led his mouth to mine. He was timid at first, shuffling closer with great care, his tongue meeting mine as if this were our first kiss. That nervousness faded as the kiss deepened. He held himself above me, careful of my incisions, but soon enough I had him breathless and leaking. My fingers closed around his shaft, inching him closer, higher, until he gave in and slung a muscular leg over my face. His cock bobbed in front of me, tickling my nose as he held himself up, arms locked, lips skimming my cockhead.
“Don’t let me hurt you,” he whispered before falling on my prick like a man starved.
I gasped at the warm wet pleasure for Erik had a skilled tongue and knew what I liked. As he sucked with vigor, I wet my middle finger then moved my head just an inch. The soft end of his cock brushed my lips, temping me, teasing me, so I flicked the slit to gather the pre-cum there. He shuddered and groaned around my cock. I felt my balls draw up. Someday soon I would love him long and hard as we both liked but for now, it seemed, this would be a quickie. That, I could live with.
I slid my finger around the edge of his hole, eyes closed, inhaling the musky aroma of my husband, then began sucking on his fat cockhead. He moaned low and long. I eased my slick finger into him and got a whimper of pleasure I knew well. He pushed back on my finger, eager for more, his mouth working me expertly. A white-hot burst went off at the base of my spine as I hooked my finger. Erik gasped around me, sucking in cool air, and my orgasm rolled over me like a tidal wave. It was hard to come and not buck up or roll my hips to get deeper but his weight on my belly kept me flat. I found his prostate, scraped it, and then sighed as he jerked and spent down my throat. I threw my free arm over his back to keep him in place so I could get every delicious drop.
“Stan… oh hell. That was… wow,” he whispered, his lips resting on my still swollen cock, his prick pulsing on my tongue. Soon the tremors eased and with infinite care he eased off me, turning gingerly on the bed then, because he knew I loved it, bending over to kiss me hard. His tongue and mine mixing and sharing our essences. When he sat back his cheeks were flushed under his new gold whiskers. He was an angel come down from the heavens and he wasallmine.
“Yes, I agree. Lots of wow.” I smiled while my overheated body cooled. A robin trilled outside, greeting another new day. “I am feeling much better today.”
“So I see.” He eased himself down, bracketing his hands on either side of my head to drop a kiss to the tip of my nose. “I’m glad your pain is easing but don’t get crazy and overdo.”
I frowned as he pulled on his shorts then began aiding me to leave my bed. This was a tricky thing but with Erik home the shuffling about was helped tremendously as he could take more of my weight than anyone else in our home. Soon, with some mild cursing from me, both my feet were on the floor. I crutched my way into the bathroom, Erik chattering away as we both showered, his body pressed to mine made me half-hard but there was no encore. Erik eyed my pert prick with a naughty smile but washed my back instead of my erection, falling into nurse mode. Sadly times.
It took us longer to get downstairs but when we arrived Mama was already awake, coffee brewing, and a large breakfast on the horizon. The children soon arrived, after I’d gotten comfortable in a chair, both girls sleepy but talkative.
“Where is your brother?” I asked while platters of over easy eggs, sausage, fruit, yogurt, and strong coffee for the adults were served.
Margo sipped orange juice, but Eva poured herself a large mug of coffee, something I still was not used to seeing. How had this child grown up so fast? I was truly getting older, the silver at my temples and throughout the hair in my chinny-chin-chin attested to this.
“He’s sleeping in,” Margo announced.
Erik scowled at his plate of food as Mama took her seat and reached for our hands. Nothing was said as Mama offered up a blessing in Russian but as soon as the amens rang out Erik spoke up.
“He knows we have animals to take to the vet this morning,” Erik said, glancing from Margo to Eva.
Both girls shrugged.
“We can get them, Papa,” Eva chimed up, always ready to defend her younger siblings. “It’s just Bruno, Louisa, and Maribel. Margo can take Maribel in the cat carrier, and you and I can have Bruno and Louisa on leashes.”
Both dogs who were getting shots lifted their heads from the floor at the mention of their names then sighed as if they knew they were going to get poked in the backside soon. Maribel, Margo’s shy calico cat, was probably in Margo’s room under the bed, meaning Erik would have to fish the cat out then place her into the carrier. Much hissing and clawing would take place, leaving Erik needing band-aids and kisses from his loving spouse.
“Let Noah rest. Boys his age are always sleeping or eating,” Mama said while spooning another egg onto Erik’s plate. “Eat. You are too pale and skinny. Like a kikimora.”
Erik gave me a look. I rolled a shoulder then dove into my food. My day would consist of doing exercises at home, reading a good book about gay ghost hunters from the old days, and enjoying a walk around the block with Mama. She and I moved at the same speed now.
The morning sped by after the mass exodus of dogs and cranky cat to the vet. Erik went to the barn for morning skate, which would be nothing more than suiting up and team morale-building. They needed it, because Toronto was hot, and my poor Erik was aching. I helped Mama clean the kitchen, then took myself outside to read in the sunshine. It felt good to be able to sit and read. I’d missed it a great deal. King stretched out beside me on the back porch, his heavy brown tail thumping on the boards. I reached down to stroke his soft fur, the sun making the gray on his muzzle shine.
