What We Are

All I ever wanted...

7 weeks later

I looked over myself in the mirror as I dried myself from the bath. I hadn't gained much 'baby weight' as such, but there was something I didn't like. My face looked tired, and my breasts were larger but sagged when I released them from my hands. The scars from the car crash has almost faded, but the one from my c-section was newly healed, still lying like a terrible wound across me. I like that it reminded me of Lena, but it made me think of the boys too and so I quickly pulled on my silk nightie to conceal it. I heard a few raps on the door. "Come in," I said and Lindsey entered, wrapping his arms around my from behind and staring at me in the mirror. "Hey." He said nuzzling my neck,"She's down, playing guitar helps her sleep I think."
"What songs did you play her?" I said rubbing his hands that were now massaging my waist.
"Stephanie. Just Stephanie." I blushed.
"I love that song."
"I love you." He said as he kissed the sensitive skin behind my ear lobe.
"Lindsey..."
"Huh?"
"Do you want to...I mean...I want you to..." I felt his erection pressing against me already, and I swivelled to face him,"Make love to me Linds."
"Is that ok?" He said caressing my left breast and fingering my right cheekbone. "Uh huh. It's been eight weeks, they recommended seven."
He smiled at me,"I missed this a lot."
"Me too," I led him through to the bed by his hand, and sat on front of him. He kneeled and stroked my calves, parting my legs slightly to lick the insides of my thighs, awakening deep inside me all that I'd been forced to repress for the past two months. I fell back onto the duvet as I felt him slowly yanking my underwear down, his calloused fingertips grazing my soft flesh. He lifted up the end of my nightie and kissed me as passionately as if my pussy was my mouth. "Linds," he moved onto the bed, pulling my nightie off for good. His lustful surveying of me lingered a little longer on my scar.
"I know. It's disgusting, if you can't bear it I understand." Tears filled my eyes and I moved to get up. Before I could manage anything, Lindsey took my hand and pressed it to the joggers he wore for bed. He was still as hard for me as he had ever been. "Silly.You're gorgeous, inside and out. That scar is just a reminder of everything we've made it through." I did start crying a little now, realising how lucky I was. I drew him into a sloppy kiss and aided him in tugging off his shirt- signalling that I still craved him. Before long we were both naked. I moaned as he sucked my nipples, his erection teasing my stomach. I pushed him up a little and he met my eyes adoringly.
"You're gonna make me cry in a minute Steph." He joked, kissing my damp under eye areas.
"Be gentle Linds." He entered me slowly, only for a few inches at first. Then he began to thrust, holding me close to him and kissing my face over and over again. I loved the feeling of him inside me again after what felt like forever. "Deeper."I said pulling him further by his ass. It wasn't long before I screamed his name breathlessly like so many wonderful times before. We touched and kissed each other at intervals between making love- which we must've about four times that one evening- not our personal best but proof that we'd craved this for months. As I lay in his arms while the sun set he asked me again what he'd asked me so many times before, but this time I said yes. He made love to me slowly and attentively one last time before we fell asleep, contented with what we were.