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I sit in bed, scrolling through my phone. Elliot thinks it might help me remember if I can read through old messages– look at my photos. There are a handful of messages from people I don't know; work colleagues sending well wishes– saying they miss me. I feel awful that I don't remember these people, but I feel proud that I am clearly a great boss.
There is one name that brings a sense of familiarity– Fin Tutuola. I have a feeling that he might be my best friend. I remember him, like I've known him for a very long time and reading through our messages makes me smile.
My fingers hover over the name Serena– my daughter. Why did I give her that name? The name of someone who ruined my life at every chance she had; because I ruined hers. By the looks of our messages, Serena and I are quite close. She may always be busy, as Heather says, but it looks like she always finds time for lunch with her mother when we are both working. I guess being a Police Officer and a Lawyer means we see one another regularly.
Serena, it's your mother here. Will you come and see me soon? I haven't seen you since I woke up in the hospital and believe it or not, I miss you.
I hit send– hoping I don't sound too desperate. I am getting to know my other girls and I am loving every second of it. But I want to get to know Serena too, I want to know everything about her. I don't know her– but I miss her greatly.
I pull the linen bed sheets up to my chest, feeling cold all of a sudden. "Let me close the window," Elliot says, walking into our room and closing the door behind him. "No wonder you're cold," he smirks as he pulls the frame down and locks it.
"I didn't even realise it was open," I laugh, staring at him. His t-shirt clings to his hard body, outlining all of his muscles. The more I stare at him– the more I fall in love. I want him, I need him.
"Elliot," I whisper, watching him remove his shirt as he gets ready for bed. "Come and kiss me." He grins, his whole face smiles when he smiles. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans, the rough denim falling to his ankles. I watch as he steps out of them, sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers and removing his socks.
"You want to kiss?" he asks, crawling across the bed to close the gap between us. He climbs on top of me, gently, avoiding my plastered leg and he lowers his face, our lips almost touching.
"Y-yes please," I stutter, he has knocked all the air out of my lungs and he hasn't even touched me yet. He is so damn handsome– I wonder how I got so lucky with him, everything he does makes me wet.
He presses his soft lips to mine, our breaths mingle and his tongue probes at my lips for permission to enter. I grant it, moaning as it slides into my mouth and dances with mine. The kissing– well, it is hot. And I feel a fire igniting in my nether region as he kisses me so deeply and passionately, leaving me breathless once more. I can tell he likes it too, by the bulge that has hardened against my leg.
"Do you want–?" he asks and I nod, before he has even asked the question. I want him; I really, really want him. I am already naked, Elliot told me the first night he brought me home from the hospital that I slept naked– and I didn't question it, it felt right. He slides his hand down my soft stomach, his fingertips brush through the coarse brown curls between my legs. Our lips are still pressed together as his fingers glide through the hot, wetness that are my folds.
"So wet," he smirks against my lips as he slides a finger inside of me– making me moan. My hands have moved to the back of his neck and I am holding his face to mine as his hand teases me slowly.
"More," I beg, spreading my legs a little wider to grant him more access. I know we must have done this hundreds, maybe even thousands of times before. But it all feels new to me, like we are experiencing our first time all over again.
He adds another finger and my back arches, hips thrusting into his hand. "So good–" I gasp, my eyes closed, our foreheads touching. Our breath has become one, the heaviness of it filling the room as he works me into a frenzy. He presses his big thumb to my clit and I gasp, my hands tightening around his neck as he swirls the sensitive bundle of nerves. He finds a steady rhythm, his hand pumping and his thumb rubbing. I can feel the tightness in my stomach as he brings me closer to the edge.
I can't help but moan– I try to be quiet but the feeling is incredible. This man knows exactly what I want, how I like it and before long I tumble over the edge with a loud, deep moan. He grins against my lips, kissing me through my orgasm. Once my chest has stopped heaving he removes his fingers slowly, and slides them straight into his mouth. I feel his appendage twitch against my leg and I bite my lip, looking down at it.
"You want more?" he asks hopefully, removing his cock from the fabric that suppressed it.
"Yes please," I nod excitedly. I haven't seen him naked yet. He respectfully has been sleeping in boxers– and he showers before I am even awake, usually. He must see the excitement in my eyes because he laughs, kissing my cheek.
"You're so cute," he chuckles to himself, rubbing his hardness. "How do you want to do this?" he asks, nodding to my broken leg and I frown.
"I have an idea," I say, rolling on to my side. "Take me from behind?" I ask him sweetly and he smirks, his hand moving to my ass, making me shudder.
"Of course," He grins, positioning himself behind me. I feel the head of his cock rubbing against me and suddenly, with a grunt and a thrust– he is inside of me. His whole length filling me deeply.
"Oh lord," I moan happily, leaning back into his arms. He snakes his arm around me and cups one of my full breasts in his hand, squeezing firmly as he thrusts his hips, short but deep bursts. He feels amazing inside of me, I silently thank my younger self for picking such a wonderful husband.
"You okay?" he asks and I nod, moaning.
"It feels so good, El," I gasp as he picks up the pace. Our bodies make a slapping noise as they slam together, both of us working up a sweat. He moves his hand down from my breast and rubs my swollen bud again, I am sensitive and I moan deeply as he works his magic on me.
"Come for me," He whispers in my ear, nibbling at the skin on my neck. I nod, doing as I'm told. I can feel the veins popping out of my forehead as I find my release again, screaming in pure ecstasy. The sounds I make are clearly doing it for Elliot because he follows me over the edge, grunting loudly in my ear as his thrusts become deep and erratic. He moans quietly, his hips stilling as he fills me.
"Wow," I gasp, turning my head to kiss him again. "I love you."
