Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part fifty-six

SOFIA'S POV

The following Monday marks one week until Ioane will get to New York to visit me for two days. I'm absolutely ecstatic to see him, and I've actually been dreaming of him every night since he told me he would be coming. I wake this morning thinking of what it felt like with his mouth between my legs, lapping and licking and sucking hungrily. The way my orgasm left tingles all over my body makes me shiver. Now my cheeks feel flushed bright pink. I've never had a sex dream like that before.

James brings me a coffee in bed like usual.

"Are you okay? You look a little flushed," He says, putting his hand up to my forehead. I do my best not to think of Ioane's tongue swirling against me. Why am I having such dirty thoughts right now?

"Uh, no. I'm fine," I say, swinging my legs out of bed. "Let me make you some breakfast."

Today, to distract myself from my sexy dream, I whip up an entire breakfast spread for James. I make fresh Belgian waffles, pancakes, eggs, toast, bagels, and fruit. It's enough food for James to look at me like I'm crazy.

We eat together, and I bite back a smile when I see how much James enjoys my cooking. He's eating more than he usually would, and I leave him to finish the food on his plate when I'm done eating myself. After making the bed, I head into the bathroom and strip.

My clothes hit the floor, and I step into the shower. I lather my hair with shampoo, letting it bubble and foam. Then I repeat the process with conditioner. When I'm done, I rinse off my entire body, using soap to clean myself off. Then I shave everywhere on my arms and legs. I don't usually get a lot of body hair anyway, but I like to shave because I prefer my skin to be smooth all the time.

I wrap myself in a towel and head out of the steaming hot bathroom to pick out something to wear. First, I settle on some jeans and a T-shirt, but then I change my mind and go for a matching set of sweats.

I head back into the bathroom while James changes, slathering my body with body oil and lotion. I start at my legs, working my way up my body. I change into my panties and sweats, and then I work on my arms.

"Sofia, have you seen my blue tie? The one that you like that matches my eyes?"

"I took it out of the laundry yesterday," I tell him, applying lotion on my back and chest.

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JAMES' POV

I'm just slipping my tie around my neck and tightening it when Sofia calls me.

"James?" Her voice sounds shaky and terrified. "James?" She shrieks.

"What is it?" I ask her, walking into our bathroom.

I freeze when I see her in the bathroom. She's standing half naked. Her bottom half is covered in a pair of black sweats, but she's covering her bare chest with her arms.

"What is it Sofia?" I ask, meeting her eyes. I glance down briefly at where her hands cover her breasts. "What is going on?"

"C-can you come here for a second? I need you," she says.

The frightened tone of her voice makes me wary, so I approach her cautiously. "Sofia?"

When I'm standing directly in front of her, she drops her hands. My eyes jump to her breasts, looking at her smooth skin and pink nipples. "Wh-what—"

Before I can say anything, she takes my hand and places it on the side of her breast. "Can you feel this?" She whispers, her voice shaky.

I rub my thumb up and down her skin, and my eyes widen instantly. There's a fucking lump on her breast.

I nod my head slowly, and she bursts into tears. "I'm not c-crazy, right? You-you feel it too?"

"No, you're not crazy," I tell her, pulling her into my arms. She tucks her head against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her back.

"Shhh, baby, relax. We don't even know if it's anything serious yet," I tell her.

She starts crying harder. "James, do you know how my mother died in college? It was breast cancer," she sobs.

I stiffen, wrapping my arms around her tight. Our future flashes in front of my eyes. Taking Sofia to chemo, watching her whither away, seeing her glossy tresses fall, and witnessing her will to live recede. I've known people afflicted with cancer, but I've never seen it up close and personal myself. This cannot be happening right now. I force myself not to panic. Sofia needs me to be strong, not a moping little shit.

"Baby, let me take care of you today. I'm going to call in a favor with our family doctor, and we're going to get that looked at right away. Let me call Mara and tell her I won't be coming into the office. Can I feel the lump again?"

She sniffles, pulling back out of my arms. I take two fingers and palpate the small lump on the side of her breast. "Does it hurt when I do this?" I ask her.

She shakes her head. "No, it doesn't."

"Okay, why don't you get changed? Let me call the doctor."

Within a matter of minutes, I've called in a favor to have her looked at in three days. She steps out of the bathroom, eyes red and blotchy from crying. I open my arms, and she steps into them, quivering slightly.

"I don't want to die," she says, her voice coming out strangled. "I'm not ready. I don't want to go through what my mom did. I never like looking back on that part of my life. I hate talking about it."

"Shh," I hush her. "Don't talk then Sofia. Let me just hold you." I rub her back in slow circles, listening to the sounds of her breaths even out.

"Let's watch 27 Dresses today," I tell her. "We'll turn this into a fun day."

She shakes her head. "You should just go into work. I don't want to take away from—"

"Stop," I tell her. "I'm not leaving you alone in this state. We're watching that movie, and that's final. I'm going to make popcorn."

She settles down into bed, and I focus on helping my beautiful girl stay calm. We snuggle up next to each other in bed, and she eats popcorn with me while we watch her favorite movie together. I plant a kiss on her forehead, and she turns her head, allowing me to kiss her lips. The popcorn tips over as she straddles me on the bed, swinging her leg over my hips. When she ducks her head down to kiss me, I welcome her closer, wrapping my fingers into her long locks.

My dick swells as the blood rushes straight to my member. It doesn't help that she's sitting on top of my erection. I hear her gasp as I accidentally rub against her, and she throws her head back in ecstasy as she rubs against me purposefully and slowly, swirling her hips. "Oh god," she moans, rubbing me against her entrance, over and over again. My eyes widen watching her beautiful figure shamelessly grind against me, embracing her sexuality. She looks so sexy.

Her mouth finds mine again as she ducks down to make out with me, rolling her hips. I rock against her, causing her to gasp as I nudge her clit. We rub against each other until we're nearly combusting, and Sofia whimpers when I stop rocking into her.

"Baby, not now," I whisper. "I want this—I want you—more than anything, but now isn't the right time," I say. I can't believe I'm actually talking another woman out of sex. I have too much respect for Sofia to use her at a moment of weakness like this.

"But—" she starts.

"—if you still want me in a couple of weeks, we can do this. But for now, just let me hold you."

So I take her back into my arms, listening to the sound of her breathe as she relaxes into me.