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“I didn’t go visit him Sunday. I always go on Sunday afternoons to the cemetery, but I missed it.”
“Because of the babies coming.”
“Yeah. But do you know what? I didn’t even realize it until now that I didn’t go. It was like…life just moved forward without me even noticing. Does that make me a horrible person?”
“Hell no, it doesn’t. It means you’re moving forward, one step at a time. They always say there’s no timeline for grief and we all process and deal with it in different ways.”
“Yeah,” she says, exhaling against my chest.
“Did I ever tell you that I talked to him right before he died?” I ask softly, this particular memory coming back to me suddenly. I’m not sure if I’m right in telling her or not, but there’s no going back now.
I feel her shake her head against my chest as she pushes up once more, her eyes meeting mine. “You didn’t.”
“It was that Friday; the day before the accident. I remember because he came to the office to take you to lunch. You were wrapping up with a patient, so he hung around, by the back room. I saw him there and went over to say hello. We chatted about the severe storms that were supposed to be coming in that weekend and it was one of your sisters’ nights.
“I don’t even remember how we got on the subject, but he thanked me for giving you a steady job and being a good boss and friend. I tried to brush him off when he stepped forward, kinda close so that no one could hear.” I swallow over the lump that has formed in my throat, but I keep my eyes trained on her misty ones.
“He made me promise him that I’d always be there for you. At first I thought it was a little odd and maybe a touch dramatic, but now? I don’t know. Maybe he was just making sure you had a big enough circle of friends to help catch you if you fall.”
She sniffles, and keeps her eyes trained on mine. “He was a good person. The best.”
I nod in agreement. “He was. And he loved you completely.”
“I loved him too,” she whispers.
“And that’s okay, honey. You’re allowed to still love him. I just want you to keep that heart open, okay? Share it with anyone and everyone. You’re an amazing woman, and you deserve the world.”
The tears fall once more, but I can see the smile on her lips moments before they meet mine. The kiss is slow and gentle. I let her set the pace this time. Her sweet lips coax mine open, and her tongue slides inside my mouth, tasting and tempting me. I slide my hands around and grab her ass as she climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. My cock is already rigid and ready to play, but I keep control over myself and hold as still as possible.
Her hands explore my chest, my sides, my hips. She slides her pussy against my cock, leaving a trail of wetness behind. I can’t help it. I groan.
Meghan kisses me again, this one more urgent and a bit frantic, like she can’t get close enough or…well, just enough. I know the feeling all too well. My hands come up to her head, threading into her long hair. The kiss becomes one of necessity, like air or sleep. It’s vital to our survival.
“Make love to me, Nick,” she whispers tenderly against my lips.
Who am I to deny her?
Reaching for my nightstand drawer, she stops my hand. “I’m clean. I promise. You’re the only one I’ve been with since…Josh.”
My heart pounds in my chest. “I’m clean too.”
“I trust you.”
She raises up, shifting her hips until she’s directly above my cock. Taking it in her hand, she slowly starts to lower herself on my dick, stealing my breath and my sanity. “Fuck,” I moan, trying to bite back the desire threatening to take over, as my cock is completely engulfed in her warm, wet heat.
Meghan gasps when she’s fully seated, her eyes wide and she looks down at me. My body is begging me to move, but I hold out. I don’t move until she’s ready. And when she moves? Holy shit, does she move. She slowly moves up before sliding back down. It’s a torturously slow pace, but the feelings that transpire punch me square in the gut. Her eyes are so trusting, so alive, so free.
“You feel so good,” she whispers as she keeps up her agonizingly deliberate pace.
My body is tense, taut like an electric wire, as she seductively moves and grinds on me. “You’re killing me,” I mumble, moving my hands from her hips to her hands, holding them to give her leverage.
She starts to move with a bit more urgency now. Up and down, rocking her hips and grinding against my pelvis. I can feel her starting to tighten around me, gripping my cock firmly. Meghan becomes more vocal as she takes what she wants, and the view – the sound – is spectacular.
When she finally lets go, all I can do is lie there and watch. Lie there and fall deeper in love with her. It’s euphoric and addictive, and I haven’t even gotten off yet.
Instead of letting myself go with her, I roll her over and position myself between her thighs. “My turn,” I growl just before burying myself to the hilt. She pulses around me, driving me wild, and digs her nails into my back.
“Yes,” she moans, tilting her hips upward and giving me perfect access.
