Twenty-Six
Teller
The day Susanna tells me she forgives me is the best day of my life. Better than our wedding day, better than any achievement at work. Because I know how close I came to losing her, and I know what a gift her forgiveness is.
That night, I take her out to dinner. Not to the restaurant where everything fell apart, but to a new place. A fresh start.
"This is nice," she says, looking around at the candlelit ambiance.
"You deserve nice. You deserve everything."
We order wine and appetizers, and we talk. Really talk. About the past, about the future, about what we want our marriage to look like going forward.
"I want to travel more," she says. "Remember how we used to talk about going to Italy?"
"Let's do it. Let's book a trip."
"Really?"
"Really. I want to make all those dreams we had come true. I want to give you the life you deserve."
She reaches across the table and takes my hand. "I just want you. Present, engaged, committed. That's all I need."
"You have me. All of me. Forever."
When we get home, I make love to her with everything I have. I worship her body, bringing her to orgasm again and again until she's begging me to stop, to give her a break.
"I can't," she gasps after her fourth orgasm. "Teller, I can't take anymore."
"One more," I coax, my fingers still working her clit. "Give me one more, baby. I need to feel you come apart for me one more time."
"You're insatiable."
"For you? Always."
I lower my mouth to her pussy and lick her slowly, gently. She's so sensitive now that even the lightest touch makes her gasp. But I'm patient, building her up slowly until she's trembling on the edge again.
When she comes this time, it's with tears streaming down her face. "I love you," she sobs. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, baby. So fucking much."
I hold her as she comes down, stroking her hair and whispering words of love and devotion. When she finally catches her breath, she pulls me up for a kiss.
"Your turn," she says.
"You don't have to—"
"I want to. Let me make you feel good."
She pushes me onto my back and straddles me, sinking down onto my cock in one smooth motion. We both groan at the sensation.
"Fuck, Susanna. You feel incredible."
She starts to ride me, her hips rolling in a rhythm that makes my eyes roll back. I grip her hips, helping her move, watching the way her tits bounce with every movement.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her. "So fucking perfect. I'm the luckiest man alive."
"Damn right you are," she says with a smile.
She leans forward, changing the angle, and I can feel her pussy clenching around me. She's close again, and so am I.
"Come with me," she pants. "I want to feel you come inside me."
"Susanna—"
"Please. I need it."
I thrust up into her, meeting her movements. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, and I know I'm not going to last much longer.
"I'm close," I warn her.
"Me too. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
I reach between us and rub her clit, and that's all it takes. She comes with a cry, her pussy milking my cock. I follow her over the edge, coming so hard I see stars.
She collapses on top of me, both of us breathing hard. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close.
"I'm never letting you go," I murmur. "Never again."
"Good. Because I'm not going anywhere."
We fall asleep like that, still joined, and I've never felt more at peace.