13
TODD
The silky strands of Meg’s hair run through my fingers, her flowery scent floating through the air on each pass. It’s a smell I’ve become addicted to, one I don’t know what I’d do without.
Her head is laying on my chest, our bodies still cooling from making love. Right now, it feels like the world is at our feet, waiting for us to choose what to do next. I’ve never felt like I could have anything I wanted. I either had to make the opportunities myself or find a new goal.
I finally feel like everything I’ve ever dreamed of is in my arms. I hope to God I can keep her with me forever.
“What are you thinking about?” Meg asks into the quiet evening. We’re in our spot at the lake, laying on a pallet of blankets, as usual. We do go other places on dates, but this is Megan’s favorite. Since I can’t deny her anything, we come here regularly.
“How much I love you.”
At my words, Megan’s head tips up so she can look into my eyes. A smile pulls at the corners of her mouth, which makes me grin back at her.
“What about you?”
A big sigh comes from her chest, the smile lighting up her face falls into a frown. My brows furrow at her sudden turn while worry twists in my stomach.
Almost unconsciously, I sit up with Meg still in my arms. After wrapping a blanket around myself, I hand my T-shirt to Meg to wear. Something tells me this conversation would be better with clothes on instead of being bare-ass naked.
“Okay, babe, I’m ready. Tell me what’s on your mind,” I prompt once the T-shirt clears her head, settling over her shoulders.
Another sigh from Meg has my stomach flip-flopping. This is not going to be good.
“I need to tell you something… Will you promise not to freak out?” Her eyes implore me to accept, but I’m not about to make any promises I can’t keep. Instead, I raise my eyebrow at her to continue.
“Um…I got some tests done to figure out why I’ve been feeling off recently, and they found something.”
“Found something?” I echo, unsure of what she means.
“Yeah.” She looks down at her lap, her fingers twisting together. “They found a tumor in one of my ovaries. I going to have surgery soon to remove it.”
Her words come so fast, it takes me a moment to process what she said.
“You have cancer? That’s what a tumor is, right?”
“They don’t know if it’s cancer for sure. They’re going to remove my ovary and then they will do a biopsy.”
“Jesus, Meg.” My stomach churns, threatening to expel the stress of this moment. She might have cancer. She’s going to have surgery. I don’t know how to process any of this information or what I’m supposed to say.
“Are you sick? How do you feel right now? And we just…are you okay?”
“I’m fine right now, promise. What we just did was perfect,” she says, reaching out to grab my hand. It’s warm against mine, providing a comfort I so desperately need. “It hasn’t spread outside of the one ovary, so when they remove the tumor, it will also hopefully remove the cancer—if it even is cancerous.”
“So, after the surgery, you’ll be fine?”
“It seems that way.”
I wrap my arms around her to pull her closer. “You’re really going to be okay?” I ask into her neck, breathing in her comforting scent.
She nods her head while she runs her fingers through my hair. I hate needing her comfort right now when I should be the one comforting her. This is a massive blow to our lives. To Meg’s life. I don’t know how she’s so calm about it all.
“I love you so much, Meg. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I love you, too, and you’re never going to have to find out. I promise.” She leans back so she can see into my eyes. Those bright blues are sending wave after wave of love, knowing I need it the most right now.
I lean in to kiss her soft lips, feeling like my world is spinning too fast, and she’s the only person who can slow it down. Her fingers tighten in my hair as I take the kiss deeper. The threat of losing her is pressing down on my chest while my heart is screaming at me to get as close to her as possible. To save her. Protect her.
The blanket falls from my hold as I wrap my arms around Meg, pulling her tight to me. Her warm, silky skin against mine is a heaven I never knew I’d have in my hands.
My cock stands up with the press of her core against me, our kiss blazing through my body like an inferno. I pull the T-shirt from her body to give my hands access to the rest of her as she starts grinding her hips. Her wet pussy rubbing on me just about sends me over, and I flip us around so I don’t come too fast.
Megan’s tongue lashes out at mine, pulling a groan from me. I grind my cock through her wet folds, rubbing against her clit how she likes. It’s been amazing exploring each other’s bodies, figuring out what works and what doesn’t. Granted, anything Meg does gets me worked up, so she doesn’t have to try too hard.
I fumble around the blanket until my hand hits the foil packet I need. I quickly slip the condom on while keeping my lips fused to Megan’s. My fingers slide through her wetness to make sure she’s ready. Despite all of our practice, it still takes her a minute to get used to me. I never want to hurt her, even if I’m desperate to be inside of her.
My hand is drenched from her arousal, telling me she’s ready. I line my shaft up with her opening, leaning back to watch Megan’s face as I slide inside. We both moan at the incredible sensation of us coming together.
Gripping behind her knees, I push them towards her chest, sinking deeper until I hit a spot inside her that makes her go crazy. Her moans echo out into the night, and I swear it’s hotter than any porn video I’ve ever seen. The way her body shimmers in the moonlight, the noises she makes…it all pushes me towards the edge of my orgasm.
I move my hand to strum her clit, hoping to get her there quickly. I want us to come together, and I’m hanging on by a thread.
She tightens around me like a fist as she finally comes, causing my orgasm to rip through me like a tidal wave crashing into the shore.
We’re both breathing hard as we slowly come down from the high, our heavy breathing the only sounds around us. I gently pull out of her, our kiss blazing through my body like an inferno. After getting rid of the condom, I lay next to her once we’re cleaned up.
I wrap my arms around Megan, pulling her close to my chest. Our conversation filters through my mind as our bodies cool. “You swear you’re going to be okay, Meg?” I still haven’t processed everything she’s said. I need confirmation one more time to know for sure she isn’t going to leave me.
“I’m going to be okay,” she promises.
I repeat the words over and over, hoping they’ll be true.
