Page 104 of Salute, To Bravery
His large, rough hand gently grasps my thigh and lifts it over the side of the porcelain tub. My body trembles with anticipation as he spreads my legs apart, exposing me to him.
My body trembles with anticipation as I whisper, “Can you blame me?” It has been months since we’ve been together, and my desire for him is almost unbearable. Our bodies mold together, and I throw my head back on his shoulder in pleasure as he finally slides his hand over my wet folds. The warmth of his touch leaves a trail of fire on my skin, igniting every nerve ending within me. My moans escape in unbridled ecstasy as he explores the depths of my desire.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs. His velvety voice sends shivers down my spine as he leans in, whispering against my ear. His strong hand cups my pussy, pressing firmly against my pulsing clit. A gasp escapes from between my lips as he gently slides a finger between my wet folds.
I couldn’t help but smile at his words, finally feeling desired and wanted again. “Me… or my pussy?” I tease, biting my bottom lip.
“Mostly you,” he replies with a smirk, tracing a finger along the outline of my lips. “But your pussy is a close second. I want to prove to you that I still need you, that you are the only one forme,” he whispers into my ear, his warm breath sending tingles down my spine.
With a gentle touch, he traces his fingers over my sensitive area, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I feel his lips on my neck, his hungry desire evident as he kisses and nips at my skin. As he explores further, his hand moves to my breasts, teasing and playing with them as his fingers expertly find their way between my folds. With every touch, I whimper and moan, completely lost in the sensation.
He continues to build my arousal, skillfully bringing me to the brink before slowing down and drawing it out even more. I couldn’t resist him anymore and beg for release. He finally gives in, thrusting his finger deep inside me and bringing me to completion.
My moans still reverberating off the tiled walls of the bathroom, I ride out my orgasm. The waves of pleasure crash over me like a raging sea, leaving me breathless and trembling. I steady myself against the smooth tiled wall and tilt my head up to gaze at him.
“Can I ride you?” I ask, desperate for more. I’m not ready for this to be over. I need to feel him inside me again.
“Yes, but I will need some help getting out.”
I nod, pulling myself forward with his supportive hands on my back. My legs are still shaky in my post orgasm bliss. Reaching for a towel to dry off, I turn and offer a hand to help him crawl over the side of the tub. He takes the towel from me and carefully dries off before making his way behind me.
“The one major bright side about losing my legs is I have this amazing view of my favorite asset.”
I can’t resist a laugh as I shake my hips playfully. His reaction is immediate, and he pushes me forward onto the bed, eagerly bending me over in front of him. Without hesitation, he divesin and began licking me from top to bottom, his skilled tongue working quickly to bring me to the brink of orgasm again.
“I need you inside me, please,” I beg.
After much resistance, he gives in and joins me on the bed, settling himself in the middle. I can see a hint of vulnerability in his expression, and it tugs at my heartstrings.
“Do you worry that I don’t find you attractive anymore?” I ask, meeting his gaze.
He responds with a simple, “Yes.”
With a seductive crawl, I make my way over to him, watching the anticipation and desire build in his eyes. A smirk plays on my lips as I reach out and lightly run my fingertips along his length, feeling it twitch under my touch. “That would never be possible,” I purr before taking him in my mouth. I lick and swirl my tongue around the head of his shaft, tasting the salty sweetness before slowly taking him deeper into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls, his hand reaching for my hair and pulling me off of him. “As much as I would love to have you suck my cock, baby, I need to be inside you.”
I straddle him, feeling the heat radiating from his skin as I position myself above his thick cock. With slow and deliberate movements, inch by inch, I lower myself onto him, savoring the sensation of being filled and intimately connected with him. Every movement sends sparks of pleasure through my body as we move in perfect harmony together. The sensation of being filled with him sends waves of pleasure through me.
“You always feel so fucking good.” We lean towards each other, our lips meeting in a tangled embrace, fueled by desire, our moans muffled by the intensity of our kiss.
“I missed you,” he whispers against my lips.
“I missed you so fucking much,” I reply, my voice filled with longing. “Ready to go round two?”
A mischievous chuckle escapes his lips, causing my heart to flutter with happiness. “Yes. But this time, I want to be on top.”
Chapter Thirteen.
Craig
Despite not recognizing most of the faces around me, I’m overwhelmed by the sea of support. My wife, our twins, both sets of parents, and my team—my real team—are all here, standing behind me like they always have. Even the staff at the center stand off to the side, quietly watching, smiling, sharing in this milestone.
My younger brother Patrick is here too, surrounded by his entire hockey team. He showed up like a storm—flashing cameras, reporters trailing behind. It’s not hard to guess this is more about optics than anything heartfelt. He’s always had a knack for spinning personal moments into press hits. Since his NHL debut, he’s been a ghost to us, disappearing for family milestones, holidays, even when I was first injured. Still, here he stands. I’d be lying if I said part of me didn’t want his support to be genuine.
But then I see Rei.
