Chapter Forty-One Sophie #2
The shirts made it easy for him to access my drains without having to take my shirt off completely.
I couldn't take my eyes off him as he worked.
His face pinched tight in complete concentration as he remembered the instructions the nurses had given him at the hospital, and he played a step-by-step video he found online.
His eyes would consistently glance up to meet mine, so warm and full of love, as he checked to make sure I was still doing okay, that I wasn't scared or in pain.
I wasn't. I was with him in his care. I couldn't do any better than that.
"Tell me the second it pulls or pinches," he instructed me, his voice fierce and not allowing any protest from me. Always so concerned about me. I couldn't feel anything but the pure adoration I have for this wonderful man flowing through my entire body.
"I love you," was the only thing I could whisper to him. My words made him pause, and he leaned forward to gently kiss my lips before getting back to work.
This whole recovery was raw and humbling.
Callum had to do everything for me. He was dumping out the seroma drained from my body that had to be drained three times a day.
He was bathing my body because I couldn't. He was helping me into the bathroom to sit and stand, which was embarrassing for only a moment, because his look of love never wavered.
He kissed away any apology I tried to make.
He even helped me brush and floss my teeth when I couldn't lift my arms.
He just did it. Without flinching, without complaint, because I needed him to.
I could have asked Tess to do it, but we both knew I needed Callum.
By the third time, he was a pro and did it with calm, steady hands.
"I love you," he said one afternoon, emptying the drain. When he finished, he looked at me with a soft, reverent smile. "My beautiful girl."
Now, almost seven weeks after the surgery, I'm pretty much back to normal and able to care for myself again. The drains are gone. The scars are healing. My energy is returning.
The next step is looming, but I'm not nervous, anxious, or even weary.
I feel motivated, I feel ready.
I can face anything.
Smiling at myself in the mirror, I start to move to pull on clothes to lounge around.
Radiation begins tomorrow, I'll be going five days a week now, more intensive than chemotherapy, but this is the—hopefully—final step.
I'm grabbing a pair of pajamas out of my drawer when the door opens, and Callum appears.
He freezes for a moment when he sees that I'm naked, and while I know he's seen every inch of me by now, I'm still awed by the fact that his eyes darken with desire as they trail up and down my body.
No matter how I've changed, he still wants me, still desires me.
For a weak moment, after the doctors had told us that sex was off the table for the upcoming weeks while I healed, I had feared that I would change in his eyes.
Going from girlfriend to girlfriend that he needed to care for in really intimate and embarrassing ways.
Would that change our dynamic? Would he not be as sexually attracted to me as my caregiver?
Would he get tired of the lack of sex and seek it elsewhere?
No, he wouldn't. And he didn't. Callum's gaze has never wavered, has never wandered.
I trust him with my entire heart.
"Well, hello," his voice drops low and gravelly as he strides over to me. I smile up at him as he wraps his arms around me, his hands trailing down my body and giving my behind a quick squeeze before traveling up my back again, leaving goosebumps.
"Hi, otter," I raise on my tiptoes and press my lips to his.
"You know, I think that you should just be like this all the time when we're home," he says once he pulls back, eyes dropping down to my body once more, and I laugh at his statement.
"I would get cold, though," I protest half-heartedly, loving the desire in his voice and the effect I have on him.
His lips curve into an impish grin, "I'd keep you warm."
He leans in then and peppers kisses on my cheeks and neck, tickling me with his beard. I throw my head back and laugh, and he pulls back to look at me, his eyes dark and intense. His hand cups my cheek, and he shakes his head. "You're so beautiful, you know that?"
"Still?" I ask before I can stop myself.
"Always."
"You know," I start, my voice casual but my body anything but, I press my body closer to his, feeling his cock hardening at the front of his pants.
My hands trace up his stomach, and I feel the muscles there clench before I rest them on his broad chest. "It's been over six weeks.
.. and I got cleared for more—ahem—physical activity. "
He reaches down, sliding his hands over my ass to my thighs, and lifts me clean off the ground. I giggle and wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us over to the bed.
"You have," he nods, turning and sitting on the bed with me in his lap, my thighs bracketing his. My hips roll, seeking friction, and his eyes darken as his hands move to my hips and flex.
"So, what do you say, otter?" I wiggle my hips and my eyebrows, "Want to give each other happy endings?"
He barks a laugh, leaning in to kiss my lips, starting gently before it quickly deepens.
Our tongues tangle together, my hands moving from cupping his bearded cheeks to his thick hair.
He moans into my mouth as I circle my hips once more, rubbing against the hardness of his cock, and I moan at the sensations.
I feel him everywhere, his warm hands travelling all over my body, one arm dragging up my spine to the back of my head, holding me there, and the other on my ass, squeezing and rubbing.
I feel like I'm on fire. We haven't had sex since Boston—almost ten weeks ago—because I was recovering from being sick. Then I was finishing chemotherapy and prepping for surgery, and then recovering from surgery, so we just... couldn't.
Now, though?
"As you wish," Callum says, maneuvering us further onto the bed and lying back. I'm still straddling his waist, and he crooks his finger, confidence bleeding from every pore as he tells me, "Come sit on my face, sweet girl."
His order makes my pussy ache. I can feel myself getting wetter as I smile, slowly climbing up his body, pausing only so that I can remove his shirt, which he sits up to assist me. I place kisses on his chest, the hair tickling my cheeks as I kiss my way up to his lips.
Nipping his lips once with my teeth and making him groan, I continue moving up until I'm straddling his face.
Staring right at me with hungry eyes, he licks his lips, grabs my hips, and pulls me down to his mouth.
"Oh fuck," I cry out at the first swipe of his tongue, grabbing onto my headboard because I feel on the verge of toppling over. Looking back down at him, I see him already looking at me.
"You taste so good," he growls, eyes locked on mine as he licks again, and again, and again. He keeps up his ministrations, and I feel my hips moving, grinding down on his face, and he moans in response, the vibrations adding to the feelings he's giving me.
"Just like that," I moan, reaching one hand down to run my fingers through his hair. "Oh... you're so good to me, Callum."
His eyes look like melted chocolate before they close, looking like he's in pure bliss. I lean back and rub my palm against the front of his jeans, feeling his steel-hard cock, and smile when his hips jerk in response to my touch. I keep rubbing as he keeps licking, my orgasm fast approaching.
"Callum, I'm gonna come—"
"—all over my face, baby," he mumbles into my pussy, giving my clit a firm lick before kissing it.
His eyes go feral when I cry out his name, "Callum!"
I come hard, not able to even stop the half-moan/half-shout that erupts from my throat.
My whole body shakes through it, and I can't stop grinding against his face, trying to prolong the orgasm for as long as possible.
Callum doesn't seem to mind, hooking his arms around my thighs and keeping me against his mouth as he drinks me in like he's determined to smother himself.
He breaks from me with a gasp, the entire bottom of his face wet with me, and I get off of his face and lean down to kiss him, tasting myself all over his lips and mouth.
He cups my face and deepens the kiss, "I'm going to do that for hours one day," he growls against my lips, before tangling his tongue with mine.
"Just eating you until you can't see straight. "
My hands are moving almost frantically, unbuttoning his pants, pushing down the zipper, and helping ease his pants down over his hips.
Once they're off, he pulls me back on top of him. We keep kissing, our naked bodies rubbing against each other, and I rub myself against his stiff cock and moan at the feeling. I'm so wet he almost slips in on his own, and I shift back a little bit to position him at my entrance.
His chest glistens with sweat, and his chin glistens with me. I meet his eyes because the moment feels electric. Callum sits up to press his lips to mine, moaning when his cock brushes against me, and he pulls away just enough to whisper. "I love you, Sophie."
My eyes grow a little wet at the twisted, almost painful look on his face.
I feel the love I have for him overflowing out of me.
Both my hands reach up to cup his cheeks, brushing my nose against his as I reply straight from my soul.
"I love you, Callum. You saved me, do you understand that? I wouldn't have..."
He kisses away the tear that falls down my cheek, sharing my pain just as he has been doing for the last six months.
Half a year of knowing this man, of loving this man, because I'm sure that it started that first day back in August. A tiny seed that was planted when we first met, nurtured through his steadfast care, his kind words, his warm hugs, and his gentle kisses.
I shake my head in awe, "I wouldn't have made it through this without you."