Page 187 of Loving the Legend

“Yes, and you’re mine.”

“I love you so much.”

Wiping my tears, he continues to make love to me.

“I love you more.” Thick emotion coats the coal timbre of his voice.

“I’m going to come inside of you again,” he whispers into my ear.

I hum with pleasure.

He starts stroking my cock. “Can I stay inside of you?”

I shiver and rut against him.

“Tell me,” he says, driving in deeper.

“Baby,” I gasp, moaning into the pillow.

“Tell me what you want.”

He shifts to peg my prostate on every thrust, and I fall apart, babbling curses and pleas.

I whine when he suddenly pulls out of me. My head spins, and I glare at him.

“Don't look at me like that. It only turns me on more.” He squeezes his base before thrusting back inside of me. “I wish I could stay inside of you all night.”

I clench around his cock, eager to keep him in me.

He pants. “Fuuuck. I feel how much you want it.”

With slow, deep, and powerful thrusts, he makes love to me. A prickling sensation builds as I suck on his tongue. I fist the sheets and moan into his mouth when he starts stroking my tight balls.

I cry out as I come and come and come.

He grunts. “Ungh—oh fuck.”

I rut against him so that I’m completely impaled. Aftershocks of my orgasm vibrate through me as he fills me for the second time tonight. I continue clenching around his length, milking him of every drop.

“Stay,” I whisper, telling him what I need. I love hearing his panted breaths against my ear. I love his intoxicating scent. I never want him to pull out.

Turning my face, he gives me the most tender kiss of my life, wipes my tears, and nestles me closer. “Always,” he whispers into my ear as he rocks into me softly, spreading zings of pleasure down my spine. He pulls the blanket over us and cradles me in his arms.

I melt against his chest as I stare at our intertwined, ringed fingers.

Always. Another answer to an unspoken prayer.

If anyone showed me this moment six years ago when my world fell apart, I would’ve recoiled from the cruelty of witnessing a happiness that I could never possess. Not in my wildest beliefs could I have imagined this.

Then again—beliefs are fickle things.

The truth is, I can’t control the day or when my loved ones fall ill or depart this life. I can't predict when grief’s bitter hand will shatter my world again. I don't know when my final breath will expel from my lungs. There's one thing I am certain of—I love deeply.

At times, it’s felt like a curse and the root of my pain. Yet, it's the one thing that's been unfailing through everything. Although I haven’t always felt worthy, I’ve mustered the courage to accept love in return. Ibelievein Sid and our love and will spend the rest of my days appreciating the time that we have.

The same goes for our family.

There are some beliefs that turn to dust under a new sun and some that fall away with life’s seasons. There are some that break your heart or lead you down a woeful path of destruction.

Yet, there’s one more powerful than them all—love.

When it comes to love, it's a sure shot for me.

THE END