“But you deserve more than that,” I insisted.
“Well,” she said, softening her tone, “if I fell in love with you then, I’m certainly not going to pass on you now.” She kissed me. “All I’m saying is you didn’t have to go through so much trouble.”
“You mean I didn’t have to start walking again? Aw, man.” I shook my head in mock regret. We both laughed, at how stubborn we’d been and the crazy twists and turns that had arisen in our paths.
“Anyway, we're together now and that's all that matters.” She wrapped her arms around me. I lost myself in kissing her, carrying her up to my bedroom where we could do everything we wanted. I wasted no time in slipping her shirt over her head, cupping her full breasts, kneeling before her as I worshiped at my favorite altar.
“You in those sexy little outfits,” I groaned, remembering those weeks when we'd shared office space. “That silk dress you wore? The blouse with the low neckline?”
She laughed. “They were more appealing than the jumpers.”
I paused, remembering my cruel remarks from over a year ago. “I feel so terrible about what I said about your father that night.”
“You remember that, do you?”
“I don't remember too much of that night, thank God. But that, I do remember. I’m so sorry. I had no idea he’d passed away.”
“I know you didn’t.” She ruffled my hair, kissed my cheek, my lips, forgiving me with her words and her touch. “I never talked about him, so how could you have known?”
“I should have asked about your father. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“Well, I forgive you.”
I'd spend the rest of my days making sure she never regretted that decision. Hand down at her hips, I slid off her panties. Cupping her, I brought her to the edge of the bed, parting her legs with my shoulders and settling in to treat her the way she deserved. She tasted exactly right, honey sweet and slick on my tongue. I could go down on her for hours. But she was so sensitive, so responsive, that I felt her nearing climax quickly. We were still so new together, so impatient, with her that close, I couldn't wait. Sometime in the future, I'd torture her, savoring each moan, quiver, and beg as she pleaded with me to make her come. Right then, though, I bit her clit then drove my tongue deep into her until she shuddered, screaming, bucking and coming in my mouth.
Licking and drinking down every quiver, I ran my hands along her stomach, down her sides as her heartbeat and breathing slowed. I looked up at her, a satisfied smile on my face. “I want you naked all the time.”
“I’m OK with that,” she agreed. “But will you be, too?”
“Right.” I knew that would come up. We'd shared so much together, but I had yet to be fully naked with her. I'd kept my shirt on the night we first made love, changing back into my pants right after we finished. I could feel that Annie loved me, and I knew she had a big heart. I also knew, objectively, that my treatments over the last year had lessened my scarring, improving the disfiguration. But a decade and a half of self-loathing didn't go away overnight. I looked at her, squinting. “You sure?”
“Ian, I love you.” She reached up and pulled me to her on the bed. Resting next to her, we kissed, her hands roaming my chest, my arms. She brought her fingers to the base of my T-shirt and touched my lower abdomen, the tips of her fingers sending so much heat through my body. “Can I?” she asked, so loving, so turned on, wanting to take off my shirt.
“Go ahead,” I agreed, gritting my teeth and preparing for the worst. Her hands explored me, gentle. When she found my burns along my back, her eyes filled with tears. “I'm so sorry this happened to you,” she said.
“You don't have to touch me there if you don't want to.” I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see any revulsion in her eyes.
“Ian, I love all of you. You’re all I need.” She wrapped her arms around my back, shifting and moving so she could kiss me right where I was scarred the worst. “I love your scars. They're part of you. I don't want you to ever doubt that.”
I didn't have any words. Annie taught me what true love really was. That was all there was to it.
“After all, they're not so bad,” she teased, settling back against my chest. “You're not the Phantom of the Opera.” We both laughed, remembering when we'd first been getting to know each other.
“I think that was when I started getting better,” I reflected. “When you made me laugh at myself.”
“I was terrible.” She shook her head
“You were wonderful. You brought back my life.”
“You did that yourself.” Her eyes shone with admiration. I didn't know how I’d gotten so lucky. I wrapped her in my arms, devouring her with my kiss, pushing against her with all the need I had pounding within me.
“Let me show you how hot I think you are.” Giving me a mischievous grin, she undid my jeans. I helped her slide them and my briefs off. Resting back with my head against the pillow, I watched her as she trailed her fingers down my stomach, then grasped my cock in her palm. She leaned down, giving my crown a lick, making a satisfied purr as she tasted my precum.
“You kill me, Annie,” I groaned, watching her open her mouth and slide in my cock. Words cannot describe how hot she looked as she eagerly licked and sucked, straining to take my thick shaft down. She was inexperienced, exploring more than working into a rhythm, driving me crazy.
“Annie, this might be too much.” I brought my hands to her head and she popped off, looking up at me. “Can we try something?” Eagerly, she nodded her head, such a willing student. “If it's too much, you tell me.”
“Show me what you want,” she said. I didn't need to be asked twice. I helped her get comfortable, propping pillows against the head of the bed and settling her seated against them. Then I kneeled, one knee on either side of her, and brought my cock to her mouth. “Can you suck me like this?” I asked, feeding her my giant cock.
She nodded, opening her mouth to take me in. At first, I went slow, a thrust giving her just my tip. Even that stretched her lips and her eyes grew big, her hands tightening on the sheets by her side.
“Relax,” I reminded her, stroking her hair, her cheek. I was big and she had to open wide to take me all in, but she’d done it before. I couldn't wait for her to do it again. I started moving, in and out, giving her more of my dick. I watched her closely, looking for signs that she might not like it, that it might overwhelm her, but she sucked me down hard and eager, swirling her tongue around me, moaning as I began thrusting deeper down her throat.
“Can you take it all?” I grunted, feeling my balls start to slap against her chin as I fucked her mouth.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, the vibration stroking my cock, nodding as she looked up at me, eyes glazed with arousal. My thighs started shaking, my balls tightening she sucked me so hot and tight. Kneeling over her, fucking her mouth, it was so filthy. She was so sweet and pure and I was corrupting her. What drove me on was how much she loved it.
I felt myself about to cum. In her mouth, on her tits? So many tantalizing options. We’d have time for them all. I knew it might be too much for her, but I couldn't resist. Pulling out at the last moment, I leaned back, jerking myself off, spraying her huge tits with my cum. Thick, pearly stripes coated her breasts. The sight of it, marking her as mine, made me roar. What truly drove me over the edge though, was the look of ecstasy on her face as I covered her in my cum. That moment, realizing how dirty she liked to get, nearly made me cum all over again.
With inspiration like that, it didn't take me long to get hard again. She was still dreamy and melted, her eyes half lidded and dopey with pleasure when I told her to get up on all fours.
“You’re hard again?” she asked in amazement, looking down and seeing what she'd done to me. “Is that normal?”
“Nothing about me is normal, baby. I told you that right from the beginning. Now, get up on all fours.”
She complied, and the sight of her rump, so soft and pink got me even harder. I caressed her
, my large hand smoothing over her buttocks, and she shivered at my touch. Condom on, I warned her, “It's deep like this.” But that was all the warning she got. Grabbing her ass, I spread her cheeks apart, positioning my cock right at the entrance of her pussy. I drove straight in.
She screamed as I filled her, spreading her wide with my cock. I didn't take it easy, no stopping or even slowing down to give her time to adjust. I needed her, all of her, and I had to fuck her hard. Holding her in place, I pushed the center of her upper back down, mashing her breasts against the bed sheets. Grabbing her hips, I tilted her up and drove into her again and again, hammering into her slick depths. She shook and groaned, panting my name, screaming yes. Blood pounded in my ears as I drove us both home, reaching my finger around to rub her clit as I slammed into her and let loose. Her pussy clenched around my cock, milking me, as we both came. I thrust into her until I collapsed down onto my elbows, a sweaty, panting mess.
“I think this is the real reason I did all that rehab,” I teased as I laid down next to her, my heart pounding in my chest. It took strength and stamina to make love to Annie the way she deserved. There were other reasons why I’d undergone the surgery, done the treatments and punishing physical therapy, building back my strength. Right then, though, I couldn’t think of one of them.
“I love you so much.” She settled on my chest, her hair tossed and wild, her face flushed and rosy. “You talk about how I changed your life. But you changed mine, too, you know. If I hadn’t met you, I’d still be living in my little village, doing the wash.”
“You would have made a change.” I kissed her head, appreciating the compliment, but I believed in her too much to accept that she never would have done it on her own. I was glad, though, that she thought I’d had a positive role in all the happy changes.
“Well, I would have drunk myself into an early grave without you. I owe you everything.” I swallowed and took a chance. “I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you.”
Then came the words I’d hoped to hear. “Sounds good to me,” Annie murmured as she nestled into my chest.
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