Chapter 50
THE BLISS
ZEKE
Something woke me up as abruptly as a drill sergeant screaming in my ear.
Flames flickered across the ceiling from the candles still burning across the room, but it was the supple body in my arms that grounded me.
With the curtains drawn I had no idea what time of day it was, nor could I tell how long we’d been asleep, only that my muscles stiffened when I tried to move them.
I gave up and instead settled against Maggie’s back. Her head tucked under my chin perfectly so that I only smelled her strong shampoo. We were in her bedroom, which the housing office designated as the primary bedroom, meaning the one we were meant to share as husband and wife.
If the labels meant a lot to me before, they meant everything now.
I craved to relive that kind of intimacy with Maggie again.
Sex was utterly meaningless; making love with your wife, however, was far more reverent and holy than any religious experience I’d yet heard of.
In that moment when we joined together, moving and breathing and living as one body, I transcended.
That was the only way I knew how to describe it.
My cock grew harder between us the more I remembered, until it strained against the bulge of her ass. The need to be inside her, to feel her warmth surround me again, grew too strong to ignore.
I tentatively slid my fingers down to the soft, downy curls at the apex of her thighs, then gently drew my fingers along her slit.
Even in sleep Maggie’s legs parted for me and a happy sigh escaped her lips.
With just a few strokes, I already had her wet enough that I slid my cock back inside her folds all the way up to my hip bone.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, the possessive beast rumbled in satisfaction that Maggie fit so well around me.
I didn’t want to wake her, but sheathing myself inside her wet heat brought all kinds of new sensations.
Pumping my hips ever so slightly to take the edge off, I heaved a sigh of relief.
This had to be what everyone meant when they talked about sex.
There was no greater high. I didn’t need drugs or adrenaline, I just needed Maggie.
For once in my life, I felt normal. Understood. Connected. Ours was a bond so airtight that even our bodies aligned.
With that comforting thought in mind, I fell back asleep.
“Mmm…Zeke, baby, what’s going on?” Maggie’s husky morning voice woke me up. She shimmied her hips, making my semi-hard penis that was still inside her move to a standing ovation. “Oh my god, are you…?!”
Maggie shot up and out of bed, flicking on the bedside lamp. She gaped at me in horror as she pointed an accusing finger to my groin. “Did you have your dick in me? Without a condom?!”
Without a brain firing on all cylinders, I sat up and drowsily wiped my eyes. “Uh…I think so? Why?”
She let out a strangled snarl and stomped into the bathroom. “Pre-cum, that’s why!”
“What?”
A second later I heard the sounds of the shower turning on. I still didn’t completely understand the fight we seemed to be having after what I would have described as the perfect breakthrough night for us, so I scrambled out of bed and into the bathroom after her.
I found Maggie inside the glass shower, scowling as she lathered up a pink loofa. “Zeke, I’m naked!” she screamed. Her hands shot out in a vain attempt to cover herself.
“Seriously? After last night? I know what your cum tastes like!” I reminded her.
“Cum is why I’m so pissed at you right now!” she screamed back. “Didn’t anybody ever teach you how babies are made?!”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Maggie, I know how babies are made. I also know what the odds are that a baby could be made just because my penis entered you one time without a condom!”
“Once is all it takes! You’ve probably got some sort of hot guy super sperm and now I’m doomed!” Maggie hissed at me.
“’Hot guy super sperm?’ Do you even hear yourself right now?” I folded my arms across my chest and waited, but after several seconds of her furiously scrubbing her nether regions, I had enough. Flinging the glass door open, I punched down on the lever to cut the water off.
“Hey! I’m not done!”
“Oh yes you are!” I hollered back. There was barely an inch between our faces. “You’re ruining my breakfast with all your dumb scrubbing, so you better stop that right now!”
Feisty Maggie appeared, and she tried to pull my hand off the spigot to turn the water back on. We fought like stray cats, me holding onto the shower lever for dear life while she yanked on individual fingers to pull them off. Our free hands slapped at the other without ever meeting their mark.
“What’s so bad about getting pregnant anyway?” I ground out. It hurt like a bitch when she managed to pull two of my fingers off at once.
“ZEKE!” my wife shrieked when I wrapped my hand around the lever again.
The feistiness drained out of her in an instant as she wailed plaintively, “I can’t handle the thought of my body changing. I can’t do it. I would rather die than see the numbers on the scale go up from pregnancy.”
She slumped against the tiled wall, so I let go of the spigot.
We both panted like we ran a mile. “I know that makes me a horrible person,” Maggie continued, more to herself than to me.
“And I hate myself for it. But I can’t do it, Zeke.
I can’t look down at my stomach and see it bloated and stretched like that. ”
“Okay,” I agreed. “Then I’ll just go get snipped. Problem solved.”
“What?” Maggie looked up at me blankly, as if she couldn’t process the statement.
“You don’t want to ever be pregnant. So I’ll make sure we can’t get pregnant,” I summarized.
“But…but what if you want kids…someday?” she hedged. A tiny flicker of hope bloomed in her eyes.
“Maggie.” I crossed the shower to her, taking both of her hands in mine. “I want you. Hypothetical kids don’t mean shit to me when I have you living and breathing right here in front of me.”
Her jaw fell open as she gaped. “You really mean that, don’t you? You’ll actually go and get a vasectomy if I asked you to.”
“I’ll schedule it first thing Monday morning.
” I didn’t understand why she looked at me like I offered to wrangle the moon for her.
She was the only reason I had anyone in my life now.
And I’d let myself be skinned alive before I’d ever be so selfish as to make her carry a child, knowing how that made her feel about herself. That wasn’t love.
“Brace yourself, Zeke. I’m about to climb you like a tree,” was all the warning I got before she sprung herself at me.
Turned out I could eat my “breakfast” just fine from the bathroom floor.