Of Hope Lost and Found Ch. 06

As he finished cumming and began to come back to coherence, he turned his head, which was still next to me on the pillow, and whispered in my ear, "I love you Dottie." In response, I squeezed him- with my arms and with my walls. Then, with a deep breath, he abruptly rolled us over so that I was lying on top of him. "Are you anywhere close?" he asked, taking hold of my hips and slowly pushing against me. I gave him a questioning look, and he said, "You've probably got a few more minutes before I slip out. No sense wasting an opportunity."

I laughed at his frankness and started sliding forward and back. "Usually, I won't be close so quickly, but today is special."

"Special?" he teased.

"A month of foreplay had me ready to pop," I answered. "Let's see if I can get there quick enough."

"Just let me know what you need," he smiled.

"Let me see," I mused, feeling my body reacting to the friction I was finding between us. "I need a tall, dark, handsome doctor to marry me and fill me with his younger cock." I was starting to gasp as the reality of it all washed over me. I was really, truly married to this man. I was a newlywed! This wasn't a fantasy anymore. This was flesh and blood- his flesh and blood under me, inside me, gripping me. His hands were everywhere, trying to take it all in. His eyes were all over, as if they would never again have the chance to see me.

I knew I was close. My moans were short and high-pitched. My breathing was getting raspy. I bent down, putting my head on his shoulder and arching my back, trying to keep that perfect friction of my clit against his pubic bone. Just another rub. Just one more. Almost...almost...Then I seized up and shouted. My hands on his upper arms gripped tight and my nails dug in. I felt the urge to push down and feel him deep as my walls spasmed around him.

My cries became one prolonged groan as I shuddered and shook. Then I let my full body rest on top of his as I continued to tremble and writhe. I heard myself mumbling and murmuring, and as I came to my senses I could hear myself saying, "I love you, I love you, I love you," over and over. Tom slowly rubbed his hand along my back, as if to comfort me. In that moment, I needed no comfort. I was as happy as I had ever been. I closed my eyes and lay my head on his shoulder, feeling his shaft shrinking inside me.

"Wake me for round two," I said softly, my eyes closing. Tom laughed gently, and stroked my hair.

*******

I dozed off, but only for a few minutes. Tom was still stroking my hair when I awoke, and I felt his essence leaking out of me. With a sigh, I reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom. I almost didn't recognize myself in the mirror. The glowing smile on the face of the woman in front of me was unlike anything I'd seen for a long time. As I stood there thinking about the odd turn my life had taken, Tom's dark figure moved up behind me. His arms wrapped around my upper body from behind, his hands gripping the sides of my breasts. I smiled and leaned my cheek against his bicep.

I felt like I should say something. But no words seemed right, so I sighed and held his arm. After a minute of staring a our reflection- my pale skin and silver hair against the darkness of his body- Tom released me and said, "I'll grab some dinner and bring it upstairs."

At the word dinner, I winced with regret. "We were so busy that I barely got to touch the food at the reception. I can't believed I missed one of Macy's feasts!"

"I know, babe. Gina warned me that the bride and groom usually miss the meal, so I asked Macy to drop some things off before the wedding. We just need to pop them in the oven."

"Oh, you gorgeous genius! Thank you!" This was something I wasn't used to- for so long now, probably ever since Glen's illness took hold, I had never had anyone taking care of me. No one looking out for me. Gina did a little of that at the office, but as far as my personal well-being went, I'd been on my own for a while. I was usually the older one in the room, even in my Horton House days. At work I was the director, the manager, and still the Mother Hen.

But now I had Tom. Tom was thoughtful and caring, Tom was anticipating my needs. Tom was reminding me what it was like to be loved. I finished washing up and went back to bed. Out of habit, I started getting out some clothes to put on, then with a smile I let everything drop to the floor. I wouldn't be needing those tonight!

*******

Even when you're in your 50's, you still dream about the future. Maybe you've gotten wise enough to know you shouldn't put all your hopes in those dreams, because you don't have as much time left to work towards them, but the habit of dreaming is impossible to break. Maybe our vision of how the world should be is never fully realized, and we always want to be moving things a little more that direction.

In any case, Tom and I spent a good deal of our honeymoon dreaming. Leading up to the wedding, we had spent our time talking about whether or not we should have a future together. We hadn't really talked much about what that future would be like. Most of our dreams centered around Hope's Advocate, which was only natural since that was the future we envisioned together.

Tom talked about expanding the clinic and making it a place where young doctors could get some experience. I talked about an idea for offering a co-op daycare for low-income single parents. We had already had someone approach us with a plan, we just lacked the funding. We joked about Gina and her plans to adopt every child that passed through our doors. So much of it seemed like just dreams- we already had our hands full! And that's when Tom surprised me again.

On our last day in Canada, we had a dinner with just his immediate family- his parents, his sister and her husband, and us. Tom asked me to talk about some of our dreams for Hope's Advocate. His family seemed excited by some of the ideas and asked practical questions about what we would need. I deferred details to the experts, but I could at least talk about the big picture.

I noticed that Tom's dad was jotting down some figures as I spoke. He handed them to his daughter, who pulled out her phone and left the room. I looked to my husband and said, "Do you mind telling me what this is all about?"

Tom smiled. Regina said, "Dottie, when I came down to meet you, it wasn't just because I'm a protective mother. My husband and I did very well in business. When our children chose not to follow in our footsteps, we sold the company and planned to give them their half of the profits when they married. But there's always a risk that someone would marry one of my children just for their money."

Tom spoke up, "So I convinced them to not give the money to me...but to give it to Hope's Advocate, instead. That way there's no confusion over why you married me."

My eyes were wide with shock. I mumbled, "As if him being a handsome, intelligent, and caring man wasn't enough reason..."

Regina went on, "After seeing what you do there, and especially after meeting you, we loved the idea. So if you don't mind, we'd like to fund a few of your dreams."

"A few?" I said in shock.

"Think of it this way," Tom leaned over and whispered to me, "We can hire another doctor so I can have some time off. And we can set up your daycare center. And maybe see what ideas Gina has."

I was stunned. "Ho-ly sh-"

Tom interrupted, "Dad will clear it with the lawyers, and I already gave Andrew a heads up to start crunching some numbers. I took the liberty of assuming you'd be OK with this," he smirked. Heedless of our audience, I pulled Tom's head towards mine and gave him a kiss he wouldn't soon forget. My new in-laws just laughed with delight.

*******

Our first night back in at home, I was riding Tom while he looked up at me, grinning. "I feel like I have the energy of someone 30 years younger," I panted. It was true- Tom, marriage, everything had rejuvenated me. I felt like I was in my sexual prime, and I felt like I was ready to take on the world. When I said as much to Tom, he grunted back that it was a good thing I felt that way.

"Why?" I asked, sliding forward and back, grinding myself into a frenzy.

"Because," he gasped, "for one thing, your husband is going to be insatiable in bed. And for another, you're going to have plenty of new projects at work."

I barely heard him, because I was just feeling the tightness in my core that told me I was ready to snap. I closed my eyes and shivered, feeling my husband begin to release inside me. His cries of pleasure fueled my own excitement, and I lay down to embrace him as I joined him in cumming. I trembled, thinking of all I had experienced in life- so many good and beautiful things. I trembled again, thinking of how much goodness still lay ahead.

The End