Page 90 of Worthy of Sunsets and Second Chances

Gulping, Eli says, “I swear, Kendra. And I’m honored that you are trusting me, showing me this part of yourself. I understand what this means.” He leans forward, kissing me tenderly, and says, “I love you.”

His kind words and vulnerability give me the confidence to drop the lined, lace cups to the bed, revealing my breast reconstruction to him. They are no longer the tiny handful that Eli was used to when I was nineteen. I chose to do a fuller C-cup implant with a moderate profile. It helps with a more natural appearance but gives me an upgrade to what Mother Nature originally provided.

Where my nipples once were, now I have the tattoos that Keller did—half of a butterfly on each breast. Each one is small, but intricate, very detailed, delicate, colorful, and absolutely unique. The outline of the wings match, but the insides are a woven tapestry of unique beauty like the drawing I did when I was nineteen.

“Kendra,” Eli whispers, reverently, leaning closer to look. “May I?” he asks cautiously.

“Yes,” I breathe, heart hammering.

Carefully he runs a thumb over each butterfly half and then leans in to kiss them gently in turn. He cups my breasts in his large, calloused hands and I moan, leaning into him.

“Do they hurt?” He worries his bottom lip.

“Not at all. The recovery was long and painful, but they are fine now. When I got the tattoos done, Keller told me he was trained to do the special kind of tattooing for medical micropigmentation, meaning he could make it look like I had nipples. He’s done it for a lot of breast cancer survivors and people like me.”

“But you didn’t want to do that?” Eli asks without any judgment.

I shake my head. “No, that didn’t feel like me.” I shrug.

“Well, what you chose is beautiful, unique, colorful. Just like you.” Eli kisses me.

“You can treat them like any other pair of boobs, ya know.” I laugh.

“Absolutely not,” he snaps.

I pout at him. “Eli.”

“You are fucking stunning and brave and mine. I am going to worship them just like every other inch of your body for the rest of my life.” He squeezes them both for emphasis with a grin.

“That sounds amazing . . . can you also fuck them once in a while too?” I bite my lip and bat my eyelashes at him.

“My dirty girl,” he says, pulling me to the pillows and kissing me deeply, tongue dipping into my mouth and making me dizzy with lust.

Rolling his hips, Eli’s long, hard cock presses between us, and I want him, need him to be inside of me. I reach between us and stroke him, the piercing I can’t wait to feel cool against my fingertips.

“Fuck that feels so good, sweetheart, ughhh.” Eli kisses down my neck and nips across my collarbone.

“Please, Daddy, I need you inside me . . . now.” I spread my legs for him and give a little tug on his thick length, rolling my thumb across the bead of precum leaking from the tip.

“Damnit.” Eli rolls fully on top of me, pinning me to the mattress, grabs my hands and holds them above my head, and kisses me softly as he pushes each thick inch of his long shaft deep inside my aching center.

“Ahhh, fuck,” I yell out as the pain from the stretch of his cock and the pleasure of welcoming him home after all this time overwhelm me.

“You are—so tight, so good,” Eli says as he starts to move.

The piercing rubs along my inner wall, and I see fucking stars as his length strokes me. My pussy clamps around him, begging him to stay forever, weeping and throbbing.

“I’m sorry, I am not going to last long this first time, sweetheart. It’s too fucking good.” Eli moans.

“I’m so close,” I tell him, rolling my hips with his rhythm and biting down on his bulging bicep that is propped up right next to my face.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” Eli begs. “I love you, Kendra,” he says looking deep into my eyes as my body explodes.

“I love you too,” I say back through a sob of joyful tears, and I feel hot pumps of his cum fill me.

Eli collapses on me and rolls us to the side, still tangled in each other, his half-hard cock still buried deep inside of me.

Running his hand through my hair and tucking some behind my ear, Eli says, “This is it, right? This is the start of our true second chance? No more running, no more secrets?” There is a worried look in his eyes that I hate, like I am holding all the power—his heart in my hands and he’s just waiting for me to crush it.