A New Beginning

Chapter 18

Shiloh –

I wake from the best sleep I've had in a very long time. I go to stretch but find I can't move. I'm trapped by a very familiar and muscular arm. I raise my head slightly and look out the corner of my eye and sure enough Orion has me wrapped up in his arms and I feel emotionally confused.

I don't know how I feel about this. It's been pretty much half a year since we slept in the same bed together. I turn my head so I have his peaceful looking face in my direct line of sight. He looks just like my Ori, smells like him, even feels like him but he definitely is not the Ori I've known almost my whole entire life.

Somehow, his personality has altered. He's quieter. More introverted. He certainly likes to watch me like a hawk wherever I go. He also seems to doodle a lot. I don't think he has ever expressed or shown an interest in anything artsy. Yet somehow, Orion can sketch very well as is evident by the numerous drawings of my face lying around.  I seem to be some sort if muse for him.

When he asked why I was so surprised by this, he had a bit of a mental breakdown at my explanation that he is or was never an artist and simply asked, "What does this mean?" I couldn't begin to answer that question. But this is not the only thing that's different.

It's scary to come to the realization that Orion must have been holding some part of himself back from me. This new Orion, with just one simple glance, let's me know that I am the center of his universe. It's like there is nothing else but me and for the first time my soul feels freer that it has in a long time.  It makes me question my relationship with his former self and I' m not sure if that's good or bad.

It's much easier to be around him, to talk with him, to fall deeper into a love I have felt for him for over twenty years. Because of this change, I am so afraid to bring up the elephant in the room as I come to terms with my feelings for this new version of Orion. I can sense he feels something is not quite right. 

How do I tell him? Each day since I brought him home, there has been a story time where I give him glimpses into a past he simply may never remember. I've discussed this at length with Gran but the only insight she continues to provide me is to look inside myself, for the answer is already in there.

As he grows stronger each day, physically my gorgeous husband has returned and with it all of the physical stirrings my body can't help but feel every time he is near. He thinks I don't know it but I see his arousal when he is lost in deep thought and can only ascertain what is running through his head.

So imagine being sexually frustrated and waking up in bed with the object of all your erotic fantasies. I look over his face once more and run my finger down the side of his face from the top of his cheek all the way down to his sinful, plump lips.

I am held captive by the memories of what these lips are capable of doing to me. I get startled out of my thoughts by his lips slowly turning up into a devastatingly handsome smile. He turns his face towards mine and just inches away from me breathes out in a husky voice, "Morning angel!"

Yeah, my dick just got that much harder.  Damn!  What the hell am I supposed to do now? He tightens his arms around me a bit more and suddenly buries his face it what has always been his favorite spot, just below my earlobe and he takes a whiff in and I can't help but gasp at the familiar tingling sensations running from that spot right down to my now obvious erection.

If at all possible, we somehow manage to press our bodies together even closer and ahhh, yes, my other best friend is now making an appearance of his own. His very, very well endowed manhood wants to come out and say hello.  At this point, I'm so fucking horny. It's been so long and I just let go for a moment and Ori takes over.

He pushes me down flat on my back and grinds his very large erection against my own and the moan that comes from me causes him to growl as he just takes my lips and ravages them like a man dying of thirst and I am his last drop of water.

By now I'm leaking profusely inside of my pajama pants and I want to keep going but I need a bit more so I stop him a moment. He gives me a questioning look. Then I take my hands and place them on his hips, take hold of his pajama pants and start to roll them down until they stop just below the dazzling globes of his ass.

He seems to get the hint when I begin to roll mine down effectively revealing my erection to him. Mmmmmmmm is the only sound he makes as he looks at me like I'm a fine meal. Then I take his member into my hand along with mine and the contact of our delicate and most intimate skin makes us both hiss out in pleasure.

Then I start jacking us both off and Ori begins to move against me all the while moaning and groaning under his breath. We keep going like this for a few more moments before neither of us can last much longer.

Our speed and rhythm has increased to the point where I feel the tingling behind my balls and the rush of air fill my lungs as I let my orgasm completely overcome all of my senses. There is so much cum it's been that long since I've had any kind of release.

I open my eyes just in time to see my love lose himself to his orgasm and I swear my dick twitched with anticipation. He is breathing heavy but his smile says it all.