“I’m really okay with this waking up thing myself.” I smiled still not moving for laying facedown on the bed.

One finger teased the edge of my panties while he dropped little kisses over my shoulder. My hips rose slightly, inviting him to stop teasing and get to the place I wanted him.

“So impatient,” he mumbled teasingly against my skin. A sharp intake of breath was all I could answer with as he slid one finger under the small layer of lace that was my underwear, and slipped it inside of me.

“I think I could happily tease you all morning.” His finger moved torturously slowly in and out, briefly stopping to rub my arousal over my clit, then sliding back inside.

“Dylan… don’t be mean.” I moaned breathlessly. Another finger joined the first as he moved his mouth lower down my back, never once straying from his mischievous hand action.

“What do you want, sugar?” He dragged his teeth gently over the top of my panties and pulled them down slightly. His fingers matching his lazy, slow pace.

“I want you. I want all of you.” I told him, arching my hips back and forth, trying to relieve the heat building between my legs.

“You’ve got all of me, Haven,” he replied in earnest. “You’ll always have everything I have left to give.” His words were sweet and honest, leaving no room for question. Dylan would love me until he was no longer able. He pulled his finger away and removed my lace boy shorts.

“Oh, Dylan,” I groaned when he shifted to kneel between my legs. “Please,” I begged when he leaned down, nibbling on my bum cheek. His hand glided down to my aching clit.

Ever so gently, he lifted my hips up until I had my bottom in the air and my face nestled into the pillow. Within seconds, his mouth was on me. Lapping and sucking all my needy spots. His thumb flicked tenderly over that bundle of nerves until I was all but grinding on his face.

“You’re going to make me come. Holy— oh!” I cried out when he darted his tongue inside of me. I could feel the world getting smaller as the wave of pleasure came down on me. Dylan flicked his thumb in a circle once more and I screamed out in ecstasy.

“Dylan! Oh, my God!” I keened. “Oh!” He suckled harder and gently let go. Pulling back, he held my hips in the air and moved closer behind me, rubbing the head of his dick against my throbbing pussy.

“Is that what you were hoping to wake up to?” he asked, while he pushed inside, filling me perfectly. I gripped the pillow under my face and moaned loud and long. I couldn’t imagine being woken up in any other way. Dylan was spoiling me to the point I’d be ruined without him. He’d set a different side of me on fire. A side I didn’t know existed.

With Dylan, I found I was softer. I was tender, and wanted to be just as gentle with him as he was with me. I didn’t have the cravings for hard and raw, like I once had with Jude. It was as if that part faded away when he did.

My hips moved in time with his, our sweat-slicked bodies gliding against one another. His mouth descended against my neck as his movement become frenzied and my release drew closer still. He gasped and gripped my hips tighter, coming inside me as having every last piece of him pushed me over the edge and into paradise.

“You’re so beautiful. It almost hurts to look at you, darlin’,” Dylan crooned against my ear. “I love seeing you with a glow like this. And it makes me happy to know I put it there.” My responding smile, along with a hum of satisfaction was all I could muster. I was happily spent and the day hadn’t even started. Lying tangled on top of the blue sheets, we caught our breath as we stared out the window, watching the sun turn the darkened sky bright.

“What do you want to do today, sugar?” Dylan asked me between kisses while I ran my fingers gently up and down his stomach.

“Whatever you want to do. I don’t care, so long as you’re there, I’m happy,” I told him, feeling a blush spread across my cheeks. Our little bubble was full of so many sweet words and loving actions that I didn’t realize how cheesy I might be sounding at times.

“I can’t imagine anything better than spending my time with you and your beautiful face.” Dylan moved his lips from one pink cheek to the other, kissing away my worries.

I was feeling like the luckiest woman in the world, and even knowing I wouldn’t have him forever, I chose to pretend our reality was absent of the sadness that came with his illness.

He moved to get up, my body unyielding to his advances of leaving our nest. “No,” I whined, “not quite yet. Let’s just lay here for a few more minutes. Then we can get our day started.”

Dylan settled back against the headboard, pulling me to his chest once again. “Sugar, if you want to never leave this bed again, that would be fine by me.” He smiled down at my upturned face and kissed my nose. “But, we do have to eat.”

The rest of our day was filled with so many smiles and loving moments. A touch here, a kiss there. We found our way out of bed mid-morning and headed to the local coffee shop. We held hands, well, pinkies anyway, and chatted in line with the older couple in front of us.

They had been married fifty-five years and loved each other more every day. It was beautiful and sad knowing Dylan and I would never have that, but I refused to let it get me down. I had the now.

Later, we shared movies and tickles in bed. Laughter, which I hadn’t heard come from my own mouth in many years, bubbled to the surface. Dylan had me cracking up at his corny jokes and silly impressions. He was showing me the sweetness I had been missing. We didn’t have to hide. We weren’t keeping our love a secret; we were showing anyone who cared to see just how much we loved each other. And it was glorious.