Hope

Hope
"This is who I am," I say weakly, the day timidly brightening outside.
Michael strokes my hair tenderly, as if he's sliding a soft feather through the strands on my head. His arm around my neck pulls me close. During my confession, he was silent, but his eyes overflowed with empathy and care. His lips kiss my tears, not letting any escape the corners of my eyes.
"I love you." His voice overflows with love and understanding. "All your secrets are mine, your protection is mine, your freedom will never be restricted again, your fears will never be able to touch you again. You are mine, and nothing else in this world can hurt you." His finger slides across my cheek, pulling me against his face. His breath is warm against my nose, his eyes focused on me. "I love you," he repeats softly.
My chest explodes. I grip his neck, melting into his body, finding the peace my soul has sought all these years. I sob into his mouth, inhaling his strong scent. I'm home, with my beloved. The dark days are over, and I can be happy without fear of harming my family.
Michael is my present, he will be my future and my past. The only man who made me feel truly safe, free, and loved.
"I love you so much." Love overflows in every word as I kiss his lips, wanting to unite with his body. "So much, my love, mine, only mine," I repeat the words, making sure they can never leave or slip through my fingers. "Only my love."
"Come here." His hand slides around my waist. Rotating our bodies, he lies atop mine, his legs between mine. His crystal-clear eyes gaze at me softly, his face relaxed and happy. I smile at him, hold his neck, and bite my lip, unable to contain the emotion burning in my chest. "Time to make love?" I ask mischievously, laughing at my own words, a burst of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I feel as if I could climb a mountain ten times without tiring.
"Every time is for making love," he replies with a casual smile. "Let me look at you more." He runs his finger along the lines of my face. "How can you become more beautiful every day?"
"It's because I take care of myself." I shrug, laughing, the laughter never leaving me.
It's incredible how I feel. I never imagined the moment when I could truly breathe without fear would happen. But now that I'm living each of these seconds in love, I just want to smile until my cheeks burst, feel Michael filling every inch of my body, taking me to himself with the passion that burns between us.
Love, I am loving and being loved.
"Thank you for sharing your past with me." He kisses my forehead. "I promise I will keep the secret of your origins safe, and no one will ever touch you or your family." If there's even the slightest risk of that happening, I'll set the world on fire.
"You're the first person I can talk to about my pain," I confess to him. "Not even with my brothers or when my father forced me into therapy could I talk. I locked everything up inside"—I touch my chest—"and tried not to let the feeling consume me."
"Whenever you want to share with me, I'll listen." He caresses my ear, his pink lips touching the tip of my nose. "We are one, and that means sharing pain and happiness, going through hell and heaven together." His fingers intertwine with mine, he presses our hands between our chests. "I'll never let go of your hand. Hold mine tightly or lightly, but don't leave. No matter how much it hurts, you'll always have me."
"And you have me." I kiss his lips lightly, love overflowing from every pore. "I know your work and the life we lead are hard." But when you're in our home, I want you to leave everything that torments you behind. Tell me what I could do to make you feel better. Always be honest with me, and I will give you peace and love every day. No matter what you do or the storm that rages outside these walls, this is our home, our little corner of love, and where we will raise our family bathed in happy memories.
"You and I, forever." He touches our foreheads.
I close my eyes, contemplating the calm that has arrived after the storm. It's been a difficult journey; we've both been hurt by our families, but in that second, nothing else can touch our souls. We've become one, heart and soul, beating to the same rhythm, existing with the same purpose. To be happy, to protect each other, and above all, to love each other and create our happy place in the world, where we can always return and breathe in peace, feeling love in every corner.
"For all eternity, Michael and Hope," I reply with a sigh.
Michael smiles before kissing me. And I open my mouth, allowing his soft, warm tongue to slide across mine, exploring every corner of my mouth. Our hands remain intertwined as he lifts it above my head. With his free hand, we remove each other's clothing. It's a bit difficult, and we leave our shirts trapped in our intertwined hands, unwilling to let go. For nothing in this world, we'll never be alone again; we'll always have each other.
His fingers grip my clit in a powerful grip, and I shiver with anticipation. The movements are slow and strong, making me feel each of his touches in my intimacy as if it were through my body. His thick leg holds me open for him, his eyes locked on mine as I sigh into his lips, releasing each of my moans to him.
"Don't stop," I beg breathlessly as his fingers abandon me.
"Never." He kisses my cheek. "Today, I'm going to love every second of you."
I feel the head of his cock sliding between my folds. I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist, eager to have him inside me, for us to be one. Connected in the most sublime way possible, in which we can never be separated. My chest rises and falls in anticipation, scraping against the soft, firm pecs of my beloved husband. I slide my free hand, cupping his head, pulling him toward me. I want to feel filled by Michael in every corner of my body.
My soaked entrance welcomes him with joy, despite my desperation to receive the pleasure Michael is capable of giving me. I feel myself lying in a sea of calm, ready to experience every single second of our union. He slides easily inside me. I keep my eyes closed, feeling the entrance of his cock with my body, the care he takes in making me feel pleasure with the simple act of filling me.
I arch my spine, moaning against his mouth, his tongue sucking mine, drawing my flavor into himself as he pours his into me. Our pelvises touch gently, a slow back and forth, savoring every touch. The hands clasped above my head begin to sweat, his chest sliding against mine, pressing against my breasts, and I gasp again, wrapping my legs around his hips, grinding against him. I moan, feeling my body heat up, the delight of making love to my husband rising like a thermometer about to explode from the high temperature.
"I love you," he whispers.
I open my eyes, staring at his expression, his open mouth pouring his hot moans against my lips, sweat gathering on his forehead, his brows furrowed as his eyelids remain closed. He squeezes my hand tightly as he thrusts once more, touching a deep part of my insides. The pleasure cuts through me like a whip, sweeping through every part of me, reaching my core and making me want to explode.
I whimper against Michael's jaw, biting his flesh, as he presses our cheeks together. I press my free arm around his shoulder, making the space between our bodies nonexistent. Sexes united, pelvises slapping against each other, stomachs parting only when I inhale too deeply. I'm going to explode, reaching a new level of pleasure mixed with love. I dig my nails into his shoulders, pressing myself against him, pressing my vagina against his cock, my head starting to cloud.
His husky moans fill my ears, alternating with his declarations of love. I want to speak too, but I'm short of breath, it catches in my throat, and the only thing I can do is feel.
Feel Michael inside me.
Feel Michael's love in my chest.
Feel the happiness Michael brought me.
Feeling a future of fulfillment for both of us.
I feel every little thing.
"You are the love of my life," he says softly between moans. "I want to make you happy every second, tease me, Hope, let's do this together."
"Yes, my love, my man." I grip the strands at the nape of his neck. "I want to stay by your side forever," I moan, ecstatic. "Forever."
"My woman," he says, his hand tightening around mine. Michael shudders. "Come, Hope."
I obey his command, exploding into millions of particles of passion mixed with lust. Michael comes hard in one thrust and comes undone inside me, the hot liquid spurting. Small beams of sunlight bathe the bedroom ceiling. I laugh before closing my eyes, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.
"I love you," I hear in the distance. I smile, yes, I love him too, very much.
"I love you," I whisper.
Happy.
Loved.
That's who I am from this moment on.