Page 37 of Dreaming

“No. You’re right here.”

“I didn’t want - I never wanted you to know.”

“Nia, I love you. The put-together you who lets me take her dancing, the badass you who saved a bar full of people, the exhausted and emotionally fragile you who needs to be held. All of you, every piece, I love you.”

“I didn’t know where you were. I knew but…I couldn’t apply it to my now.” Her expression showed her internal pain. “How long have I been gone?”

“Ten months.” She gasped and covered her face. “Ssh. It’s okay, Nia. It’s okay. I wrote music and worked out and waited for my beautiful woman to come back to me.”

“Dennis…”

“No. It’s okay. I missed you but it’s okay because we’re together now.” He held her tightly. “I love you and time is nothing when you love someone.”

“I want to…” Meeting his eyes, she whispered, “I haven’t brushed my teeth and I-I need to use the restroom.”

He got off the bed and bent to pick her up. She wrapped her body around him and he could not believe how much weight she’d dropped. Too much, too fast, and all wrong.

He’d help her put back every pound.

Looking around, he found a door that sort of blended in with the rest of the bright space. “Nia, I could never hide here. Jesus, so much white.”

She laughed against his neck and hugged him harder.

He set her down in front of what he assumed was the toilet closet. Walking to the utilitarian shower, he turned on the water and stripped his clothes away.

In a top drawer, he found a wrapped toothbrush and used it. He quickly used the restroom when she came out. By the time her hands were washed and her teeth were brushed, the water was warm.

He stripped her soft t-shirt over her head, her loose pajama pants and panties off her legs.

The skin of her legs, pussy, and underarms were still smooth from the hair removal she’d done. Standing, he handed her a clip from her counter and she secured her hair.

He quickly washed her body and his own. There wasn’t much space and he was doing his best not to terrify the poor woman with how hard he was for her.

Leaving the stall, he dried them with warm towels. She plastered herself to him, her head on his chest, his cock pressed between their bodies.

“I missed you so much, Dennis.”

“I missed you. God, every second.” Her palms stroked up his back, down to cup the cheeks of his ass, and his cock twitched. “Nia…”

Rubbing over his hips, she moved her hands between them, resting her cheek on the front of his shoulder as she wrapped her fingers around his dick.

Then she was on her knees, the broad head in her mouth, and he made a strangled sound as he kept himself utterly still. Staring at the wall behind her, he fought to find control.

After barely more than a minute, he made the mistake of looking at her. The sight of her lips stretched around the head, her fists working his length, as she moaned against his skin…it was too much.

Too fucking much.

“Coming, Nia. I’m coming…”

He worried his knees might give way as one of her hands rubbed around the root of his cock, down to cup his balls, and she took the seed he couldn’t hold back.

In stunned fascination, he watched her lose a bit from the corner of her mouth. She pulled back long enough to catch it with her tongue. A softer monster cock was still a monster cock but Nia took more of him, suckling as she made sure he was clean and had nothing left to give her.

She released him slowly, reluctantly, and kissed the head.

Suddenly, a thought flickered through his mind that he couldn’t shake. “Nia...do you want kids?”

From her knees, she met his eyes. “I never really...thought about it. There was always so-so much to do. I worked all the time.” She frowned. “S-since I was sixteen. I’m probably too old now...”

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