"So, how are you feeling today?" Tom asked after he settled onto the couch.
Sarah was glad that she had cleaned up the wadded tissues that had littered the couch just minutes before Tom got home from work. She tried to manage a smile and a convincing answer, "I'm fine."
Tom scrutinized her in a way that made her want to climb into his arms and sob. She was worried that her depression was putting strain on their relationship. Sarah abruptly got up and went to the kitchen under the guise of starting dinner. Tears welled in her eyes on her way to the kitchen.
Sarah grabbed a paper towel from the rack and dabbed her eyes. She was determined to get control on her own. As a few tears slid down her cheek, she scolded herself for still suffering from depression. Considering that the first symptoms of depression appeared almost twenty years ago, she thought she should be an expert in controlling its lies and devastating effects by now. It was no secret to her that her depression had a part in her divorce five years ago. She didn't want this relationship to succumb to a similar fate.
After taking a moment to compose herself, she put a pot of water on the stove to boil. She felt fortunate to have Tom. If she had been by herself, she probably would not have gotten off the sofa all day. At least having Tom around gave her motivation to at least cook dinner.
While waiting for the water to boil, Sarah returned to the living room. She sat next to Tom, who was reading the newspaper. In order to turn his attention to her, he folded the paper and set it on the coffee table. They made small talk about their day until Sarah returned to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.
During dinner, Sarah kept the conversation on light, pleasant topics. She discussed their plans to visit family for the upcoming holidays. Though some people with depression struggled during the holidays, Sarah loved this time of year. She enjoyed spending time with family. She especially looked forward to New Year's Eve, which seemed to contain a special hope that penetrated her darkest moods.
Tom helped Sarah clean up after dinner. She almost wished he wouldn't in case she had another moment of weakness. She controlled her thoughts the best that she could and soon they were settled in front of the television.
"You were lying earlier," Tom stated before putting his arms around her.
"When?" Sarah asked.
"When I asked how you were feeling."
She buried her face into his chest. She smelled his cologne, which always seemed to have a calming effect on her. "I don't want you to worry about me all the time. I'm handling it," Sarah said.
"You don't have to handle it alone. We can handle it together," Tom said as he kissed her forehead.
"Yeah, I know how that goes," Sarah said as she pulled away.
"Sarah, don't give me that. Have I ever been less than supportive?" Tom asked with a hurt expression on his face.
"Oh, I know. I didn't mean it like that. See? It's already starting. Anything I say about the depression will offend you. Soon, you won't be able to take it anymore," Sarah explained.
"Whoa! Hold on! Where is all this coming from?"
"Well, you already know about my divorce. I really can't blame my ex-husband for leaving. It must have been hell for him to live with someone who is depressed so often," Sarah said.
"Well, that's not true at all. He was an ass if he couldn't see how special you are," Tom said as he squeezed her and held her close. "I love you. It would take more than a little depression to chase me away. I'm not going anywhere. But, I want you to be honest with me about how you are doing. If you are having a problem, it's our problem. It's no longer just your problem. In fact, I want to go with you to the doctor the next time you go. Maybe the problems that you are having mean that your medication needs an adjustment."
Sarah didn't know what to say. She had never had a man speak so candidly about her condition. She certainly never had a man want to go with her to the doctor. "Well, if you would really want to go with me to the doctor, you may."
Tom kissed her forehead again. "I love you," he whispered. "Don't worry so much about us. We're okay, aren't we?"
"Of course," she said as she held onto him. It felt like a weight had been lifted, though she was still feeling somewhat reserved.
"When I said that I wasn't going anywhere, I meant that," Tom said before his lips found hers.
After a prolonged kiss, Sarah stood and took Tom's hand. She started leading him to the bedroom.
"Are you sure?" Tom asked.
Sarah had not felt much like being intimate lately, but she felt a burning need to be as close to Tom as possible. Once in their bedroom, she began undressing the both of them. She kissed his chest before lying on the bed. She motioned for him to come to her.
He kissed the ample curves of her body. Her nipples ached for his attention. Sarah gripped Tom's shoulders as he sucked on her nipples and flicked them with his tongue. Sarah moaned in anticipation as Tom kissed his way down her stomach. With gentle pressure, Tom parted her thighs to expose her already moist slit.
Tom spread the soft, pink lips of her wetness with his tongue. While Tom sucked her moist folds, Sarah gripped the bed sheet. As Tom licked and sucked her clit, Sarah whimpered. Tom sucked and flicked her clit until Sarah shuddered.
Tom's kissed his way back to her nipples. His hard cock pressed against her wetness. After Tom rocked his hips to position himself against her, he thrust his hips and drove his cock into her hot wetness. Sarah gasped. Tom slowly withdrew his cock and then thrust back into her. Gradually, he thrust into her faster. Sarah held onto him with her hips bucking to meet his thrusts. She loved him with all her heart and being this close to him was incredible. After her divorce, she never thought she would find happiness. Tom had proven her wrong.
Sarah felt herself tighten around his hard cock. After pausing and groaning, Tom drove his cock into her in a quick burst. Sarah felt his cock pulsate inside her. She hated the feeling of when he withdrew his cock from her, but she knew that time had arrived. Instead of going immediately to the bathroom to clean up like usual, they held each other tight and shared gentle kisses. Though the words seemed inadequate, they exchanged the classic "I love you" before falling asleep in each other's arms.