Before I met Hayden, I had forgotten what it felt like to take clean air into my lungs. After she left the darkness began slowly draining away all of the light she gave me. It was like taking away the sun. As I slowly back away from her and watch as her dress falls, revealing her body to me, I feel the light. I feel the warmth. Hayden is my sun…

Her dress falls revealing her body to me. Maybe some men wouldn’t find her sexy, with her stomach tight, carrying a child. To me she is the most beautiful woman in the world. Everything Hayden does is done with her heart. I look at her face. She’s blushing a bright pink and I see how nervous she is. She’s practically broadcasting it. I need to take her mind away from the past, away from her being anything but the woman I want.

I drop to my knees in front of her.

“Michael, what are you…” she stops talking when I kiss her stomach. She bites into her lip as if to keep more words from coming out. I let my hands brush against the sides and kiss it again, right along the navel. My hands on her skin look wrong. Too dark to her light, too scarred for her milky white complexion.

“So beautiful, Hayden. You like this…you’re performing a miracle. Giving life to a child, nurturing it with your body, and you’re doing it with joy. You are a true beauty...I love everything about you,” I whisper against her stomach. I move my hands down to her hips, hooking my fingers under the rim of her panties.

“Michael,” she breathes softly, nerves still thickly laced in her voice.

I kiss down her stomach until I reach the blue silky material covering her from me. I place a kiss against the fabric, right at her center. I can’t stop myself from inhaling and taking the scent of her excitement into my lungs.

“Are you wet for me, Beauty?” I ask her, already knowing she is. She whimpers without giving me an answer, but then none was needed. I can see evidence of it by the deeper hue on her panties. Unable to wait to see more, I grab the lacy strip of material that runs across her hips and rip it in half. One more tear and I’m able to pull them clean from her body, all with her standing still. I growl out, at what I reveal. It sounds like a bear when its mate is in view. The lips of Hayden’s pussy are plump and shining with her sweet liquid. She’s not just wet for me—she’s drenched. “Perfect,” I mumble, barely containing my hunger. My hands hold her hips, so large compared to her that they span her hip and thigh easily while my fingers dig roughly into the lush skin of her ass. I pull her body into me, using my tongue to slide against her lips and push inside of her.

“Michael…” she whispers. Her fingers wrap tightly in my hair, pulling my tongue deeper inside of her. I bring my hand down to open her further. I flatten my tongue out and leisurely slide it slowly across her pussy—beginning to end. I gather her juices as I go, not stopping until I reach her clit. She has haunted me these past months. I’ve lived and relived every single detail I’ve shared with her, but somehow her sweet, velvety taste is better than I remembered. I groan as I swallow it down and the flavor of her coats my mouth. “Michael it’s been too long…I can’t…I need to come, baby,” she exhales the words out. They’re quiet, but emotional. They float down to me. I doubt she has any idea the gift she’s giving me. It’s more than her body. It’s the fact that it’s me her body craves. Her quiet voice calling me baby, her hands in my hair, the reaction she had in the store to that woman…All of it. It’s like food to a starving man. I once thought Hayden taught me to breathe again. Now, I know the truth. She’s teaching me to live. Only, I don’t want to do it without her. I can’t. I won’t try. Not again. I suck her clit into my mouth, using my tongue to dance across it, tease it, to fucking own it. Hayden leans heavily into me, her legs all but bending as she cries out. I want to see her, but there’s no way I’m going to stop what I’m doing. I need her coming all over my face.

I take my hand that’s still pulling one side of her juicy little cunt and move my fingers down in search of her entrance. I make sure they’re slick with her come and I push two of them inside of her. I don’t go far, just up to my knuckles. I’ve forgotten how fucking tight she is and the way she instantly clamps down to ride the hell out of my fingers. I need my cock in her. God I need her strangling my shaft as she comes.

I pull away, just for a second, long enough to look up at her face. Her head is thrown back, with her hair falling down in waves behind her like a waterfall. Her lips are parted and she’s moaning my name over and over, so quietly I didn’t realize it till just now. The sight causes that familiar pang to hit my chest. I didn’t appreciate it before—I do now.

I own Hayden’s body. She’s given it to me. She’s mine.

“Come for me, Beauty,” I growl needing to give her more pleasure. Needing to remind her not to give up on me, the only way I can. I push my fingers in deeper, pulling them apart, readying her for our next round, because there’s no way I’ll be able to stop with just this. I need her too much. I suck her clit into my mouth, capturing it between my teeth, all while my fingers are fucking her relentlessly. She explodes the minute I put the slightest pressure on her clit, bathing me in her come.

I was right. She is teaching me to live. This is the first time I’ve felt my heart beat freely in months.