Chapter 117 CHAPTER 117

Chapter 117 CHAPTER 117
Ethan Morgan. 

And it isn't just that. The power of seeing him like this, surrendered, vulnerable beneath me, speaks even louder. It is this sensation that keeps me moving, that doesn't allow me to stop, even when the body asks for rest.

I pull back, resting my hands on his chest so I can go down with more passion.

"Ethan... My sun... Oh, ah, damn... I'm close."

I throw my head back, closing my eyes without stopping moving over his cock. I lean my body, resting my hands on each side of his knees, riding down harder. Feeling his intimacy crash against my prostate.

"Oh... Gabriel... So good... Your cock is hitting... That's it... Masturbate me, Biel."

He obeys without a second thought while I move up and down against his cock. His hand masturbating me, his thickness deep inside me.

He makes me reach orgasm, ruining his hand.

"Oh... Damn." I bite my lips hard, feeling my body contract.

"Fuck... Your little ass is squeezing me."

I go back to riding him faster; his moans only increase.

"Ethan! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

He holds my waist tightly, forcing me down while he throws his head against the pillow, cumming. I feel his cock contract, which makes me sigh with pleasure.

I feel the heat of his cum dripping inside me. I lie down on top of him, tired, exhausted, but very satisfied.

"That was so good," I say against his neck, making him laugh.

"Yes..." he answers, his voice drawn out, his breath completely erratic.

And it isn't just him. I am just as breathless, feeling my legs start to complain.

"My legs are cramping..." I complain in a whining tone, which makes him burst out laughing. "Don't laugh at me, love."

"I'm sorry, my sun. I noticed you were having a hard time," he admits, still smiling. "But seeing you like that, riding me, with that provocative expression... I couldn't ask you to stop."

I huff, faking indignation, and that only makes him laugh even more.

"And even if you asked to stop, I wouldn't stop. It was too good." He laughs even more at my answer.

Carefully, he turns me to the side and slowly pulls out of me.

We stay like that for a few minutes, in silence, just catching our breath and enjoying each other's presence.

Gabriel breaks the silence first, his voice low, calm.

"And after the honeymoon... what do you want to do?"

I open my eyes slowly and spend a few seconds thinking.

"I want to really enjoy this new chance of mine," I answer without hesitating.

He smiles, attentive, listening to me.

"I want to see the world. Travel without rush, without fear. See places that I only knew from photos. I want to work someday... do something I like, now that I am cured. I want to wake up with simple plans and have the privilege of worrying about normal things."

My voice cracks a little, but I keep going.

"I want to enjoy every single day of my life. Create good memories. Take silly photos, save moments, and laugh at small things. I want to fill the house with stories to tell."

I turn my face to him and smile.

"And best of all... I want to enjoy my time with you. With my beautiful husband."

He pulls me into a calm, peaceful kiss. A kiss that is in no rush. When we pull apart from the lack of air, he rests his forehead against mine, breathing slowly.

"You don't need to worry," he says, his voice firm and full of certainty. "It was already my plan to make you see the world. I insist on it. I want to show you everything, my love. I want to make you love life even more."

I feel my eyes sting. The tightness in my chest comes on strong, but it's good. I hug him tightly, hiding my face in his neck.

"Thank you, my love... thank you so much."

He laughs softly and kisses my shoulder.

"There is one thing I want you to do, my sun. Never thank me for doing the obvious. Taking care of you is the bare minimum as a husband. If you want to thank me, kiss me. Allow me to take care of, pamper, and protect you. But never thank me for the obvious."

I smile, moved, and kiss his lips.

"Good boy," he says, with a smile that is teasing and sweet at the same time. "Now let's take a shower so we can rest."

Before I can say anything, he gets up from the bed and picks me up in his arms with ease, drawing a surprised laugh from me.

"Gabriel!"

He just laughs and carries me to the bathroom. Since we are already naked, we step straight under the shower. The warm water falls over us, relaxing us. He washes my body carefully; we play a little, laugh, and water splashes everywhere.

Then it's my turn. I run my soap-covered hands over him with the same attention.

When we get out of the shower, Gabriel opens the drawer under the sink and grabs two clean towels. We dry ourselves slowly and head to the bedroom.

We strip the used sheets, put them in the basket, and open the closet, where there are spare resort linens. I change the sheets with him, straightening everything until it's perfect.

When we finish, we put on just a pair of boxers and lie down. The body finally relaxes. I fit myself against his chest, and he pulls me even closer, kissing my hair affectionately.

"Sleep well, my sun. I love you, Ethan Morgan."

I smile like a fool, squeezing him against me.

"I love you too, my giant baby. My husband... Gabriel Morgan."

I close my eyes, feeling my heart light, my body finally at peace.

I am the happiest person in the world for having survived. For having received a second chance when everything seemed lost.

In silence, I thank God for hearing us, for holding my hand when I myself no longer had the strength to move forward.

For life.

For time.

For the cure.

I don't know if it was destiny, chance, or something greater guiding my steps... but I am thankful that Gabriel crossed my path. For entering my life exactly when I needed to learn how to live again.

He was light when everything was dark; he was hope when fear screamed loudest.

Today, lying in the arms of the man I love, I understand that some stories don't begin at the right moment; they begin at the necessary moment.

I know the future will still have challenges.

Life never promised to be easy.

But I also know that we will be standing firm and strong, because now I no longer walk alone.

I walk with him.

With love.

With faith.

And if tomorrow is uncertain, that's fine.

Because today I lived.

I loved.

I survived.

And that... is already the greatest miracle of all.

THE END