“Mrs. Pussy.”
Nothing was said for a while as he used his tongue and mouth and fingers to blast me to another orgasm.
Then it was my turn, but instead of me getting him off, I asked him to masturbate while I watched. I’d been annoyed when I saw him pleasure himself in the shower, but at some level, it turned me on too.
“Can I come on your…” he stopped himself.
It was sad that my breasts were getting in the way of sexual enjoyment.
I straddled his thighs and held up my breasts. “You want to come on the ladies?”
He smiled sheepishly. “It’s a fantasy.”
I laughed because we hadn’t talked liked this or had sex like this since we were newly married. Perhaps it wasn’t just in our everyday life we’d become stale and dull, but in our sex life too. I wanted to vow to change that, but the cancer hung heavy on me. All I could do was vow to enjoy our love and our bodies this night.
“Here they are.”
He changed positions, laying me back and straddling my stomach and pointing his dick toward my breasts. “You like watching me stroke my cock?”
“Yes.”
He slid his hand along his length. “Can I fuck them a few times?”
I pushed them together and he slid his dick between them.
“That’s so fucking sexy.”
I watched him, wanting to take in every nuance of pleasure and emotion that showed on his face. The way his breathing quickened and how he groaned when I stuck my tongue out and lapped his tip as it slid up through my breasts.
“I’m gonna come…fuck so hard…” He levered back, gripping his dick with his hand, he went to town, stroking the length and then jerked at the top, before stroking again.
“Here it comes…” He let out a long moan as his seed burst from him and coated my chest.
I ran my fingers through it, marveling how this, along with my eggs, had created two beautiful lives.
He let out a final shuddering breath as he sat back on his heels. He gave me a crooked smile. “I made a mess.”
“You did.”
He reached over to side table to grab a tissue and wiped me up.
“Do you ever marvel at how this goop made our kids?”
He let out a laugh. “I think your eggs did the heaving lifting on that.”
He tossed the tissue into the trash can next to the side table and then pulled me close.
“Do you ever think about having more kids?” It was a ridiculous question because up until today, we’d barely talked anymore.
“I hadn’t, but I hadn’t ruled it out either.” He looked at me. “Is it a possibility?”
“I don’t know.”
He kissed my temple. “I’m blissfully happy with you and the two we have. You’re all I need.”
“If I died, and you remarried, would you have more?”
“Fuck, Terra.” Irritation flared and I felt bad for ruining a lovely moment. “My life would be over if you died.”