For Becky
By: Lynne, 2002

“I love you,” he said as he pushed me back onto the feathery duvet and then chuckled when he heard the sob catch in my throat.

He kissed my eyelids and brushed the tears off my cheeks with light touch.

“I love that I can make you cry just by loving you.”

“Oh, Nick!” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. “I’ve missed you so much!”

He pulled me onto my side and cradled me in his strong arms until my tears dried up.

“All better?” he asked and when I nodded and sniffed at the same time he handed me a tissue, waited patiently until I threw the used article on the floor and then pulled me on top of him and kissed me hard.

“I’ve missed you, too, Bec. But, I’m home and I don’t have to leave again for a long time. Now, where were we?”

His lips found mine and we kissed. We kissed for a long time, a deep and passionate kiss.

“Is it safe to say I love you, now?” he whispered when we broke apart to catch our breath.

“Yes,” I sighed. “I can’t hear it enough.”

“I love you.” He kissed my cheek. “I’ve loved you for twenty-one years.” He nibbled my earlobe. “I love you more today than I did the day we got married.” He kissed his way down my jaw to my chin. “I’ll love you even more on our thirtieth anniversary than I do today, our twentieth.”

“Nick.” My voice quivered and tears threatened again. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Hush,” he commanded. “I’m the lucky one. Twenty wonderful years with my true love. Three wonderful children. You’re the best mother in the world, and the most incredible wife. You take care of all of us and when I’m on the road you keep it all together.” His voice started to crack. “I’m the lucky one,” he repeated.

I held him in my arms until he composed himself.

He lifted himself off of me only to bend his head and start his slow seduction using his lips to find all my ‘spots’. The pulse point on my neck, the sensitive bit of skin behind my ear, my temple, he knew them all so well.

This was the way it was every time he returned to me after being away. He would make love to me as if it was our first time. I wondered if some of his trips were made just so he could come back to me.

His warm hand slipped into the robe I wore and brushed my nipples with a light touch. I giggled like he knew I would. Then his soft lips found the deep V of the silk and he nudged the fabric off my breasts with his nose.

The cool air made my nipples tighten more than they already had and he took one into his mouth to nibble while teasing the other with deft fingers. I arched my back to him. He had a marvelously talented tongue and I was hungry for his touch.

“Nick? Take off your shirt, babe.” His haste to comply made me smile and I raised myself to torture his bare nipples with my own talented tongue.

He threw his head back and groaned. “Oh, Bec, I’ve missed you so much.” Then turning the tables on me he crushed my lips beneath his and our tongues tangled in delight.

As we writhed together I became aware of his erection straining at his jeans, the fabric rough on my skin. I struggled with his zipper till he took over and got rid of the offending pants in record time.

He smiled down at me, still for a moment, until I held my arms out to him and he fell into my embrace settling between my legs and stretching out his long frame.

“Oh, Bec, this is home. I’m at home in your arms.” Tears threatened again and we just held each other, breathing in each other’s scent, and feeling each other’s heartbeat until it felt like one heart between us.

Slowly, he slid down my body, licking and nibbling his way, leaving moist trails of fire. His breath was warm between my legs and after all these years he could still make me wet with just one small touch.

I spread my legs even more for him and he began the play of tongue, teeth and fingers that would ultimately push me over the edge, calling out his name and begging for more.

My Nick is a generous lover, always making sure that I am more than satisfied before sliding deep within to me to continue the celebration of our love. My body responded once again to him and as I sunk my teeth into his shoulder he came with long, shuddering spasms calling my name as I had called his only moments before.

We lay spent, side by side, enjoying the afterglow almost as much as the event. Soon it was time for his next ritual.

His long, sensitive fingers found the scar on my breast and traced it.

“I love this,” he whispered as he bent to kiss it. “I love that you care enough to look after yourself.”

He slid his hand down to the scar low on my tummy.

“I love this one, too. I love that you were willing to have an operation so our baby would be healthy and so would you.”

I kissed his still swollen lips and he kissed the laugh lines beside my eyes.

“I love these ‘cause you smile every day. You bring happiness and joy to us and never ask for anything in return.”

My smile started to fade as it always did. It was so easy for him to reduce me to tears; he was a poet and used his words on me with sweet passion.

His hands moved again and traced the silver stretch marks on my thighs.

“I love these ‘cause you’ve given me three beautiful babies. I have the most beautiful family in the world because of you.”

My tears started in earnest and he chuckled deep in his throat as he wiped them away, once again.

“And, I love these best of all. You are a passionate woman. You feel everything with your heart and you aren’t afraid to show your feelings.” He stopped as if to collect his thoughts. “I know you love me and I adore you. You are my soul mate.”

I buried my face in his chest and he held me until we both fell asleep.

We awoke much later, wrapped in each other’s arms and once again began our dance of love as we listened to the rhythm of our hearts beating as one.

“I love you, Becca.”

11-29-02

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