Page 44 of Handsome
Sarah
Waking up in his embrace made my body zing with excitement.
I hugged him and held him tight, and he made waking up cute noises.
I licked my lips.
Last time I had sex… my mind was addled. Honestly, there was no comparison. Cyrus knew how to make me swoon in spite of the fact that I wasn’t the type to ever… feel.
A giggle escaped me that he silenced with a kiss.
My mind went fuzzy, so I curled tighter against him and felt his cock grow against me.
My vagina readied itself for more, though I could still feel the aftereffects of his loving inside my body, his friction against my inner skin.
Our lips met and tongues tangled in a deeper kiss, but then Joshua screamed.
We both sat up, but I was on top. I shimmied into my pants and said, “I’ll go.”
Then I tugged on my shirt. He did the same and said, “No, I will. Clean up and meet me for lunch so we’re already full when we get to my vacation home.”
“Sure.” I said, quickly, though I didn’t want to leave him.
We were both ready in a second, though he raced up the stairs two at a time and I went to my room.
The quiet struck me. Sex had never been fun, but now I knew with crystal clarity that I’d been with the wrong men.
I turned on the shower and stripped.
Whoever ends up being his wife will be so lucky.But we were temporary, and I was fine this way.
I showered and put on the tree pendant he’d gotten fixed for me. Grandma told me long ago that the deeper the roots a person made ensured the body would grow strong.
Cyrus’s family was proof that she’d known what the rest of my family had clearly missed.
As I scrubbed myself clean, I wondered if I should return to his side today.
I was raw and aching still.
In spite of the ache, I found a simple green cotton dress with white and yellow trim and massaged some of the cream I found into my skin, hoping it would make me softer.
When he looked at me, he saw the hidden me, the me I’d believed was long gone, it was like I’d been invisible but was now visible. Once I finished, I rushed back to the main room while Joshua’s cries grew louder.
I quickly realized I’d left my phone in the room downstairs where I’d been with Cyrus. I hurried over to them and then held the baby who instantly lowered his volume as I asked, “Was he fussy the whole time?”
Cyrus tunneled his fingers through his hair and said, “I changed the diaper and gave him two bottles, but there seems to be something wrong.”
“Let me.” I said, and leaned Joshua against my shoulder while I patted his back. He stopped crying, and I bounced him on my knee while I said, “Ahh.” Then he burped, and I rubbed our noses together. He sucked his lips back and forth and I gave him the bottle Cyrus still had and explained, “He needed to burp.”
He blinked and then, with a sly smile, he said, “I thought he was missing you the way I was.”
Heat rose from my toes to my face and neck while I asked, “You missed me?”
He stood and kissed my cheek. My body steamed, but then he said, “Yes, I missed you. Can you watch Joshua so I can clean up? We’ll be on the island soon, and I want to show you both around.”
Right. I was here because this little boy was the highlight of my life. I nodded and, with a shooing motion, said “Go.”
Then I rocked Joshua and he settled down. His face radiated sweetness and innocence and perfection, like he was a little angel. I whispered and said, “Joshua, you’re lucky. You have a great family looking out for you. I wish I’d had half of what you'll have while you grow up.”
