Reawaken His Heart

by KL Myers

  “I know you have questions for me about my past.” She starts to open her mouth, but I stop her. “I need you to listen and not pass judgment, OK?” She has a concerned look on her face now. “Rylee, do you understand what I’m asking of you? Because I’m not sure how you will react. I need you to stay and talk through anything that upsets you.” She nods her head at me. “I’m asking this of you, because I don’t want you to ignore me for a week again, or worse yet, I don’t want you to leave and never come back.”

  “Braedyn, there is nothing you can say that would make me leave. I promise.” Her eyes show her worry; she’s afraid of what I’m going to tell her, and I can only hope she finds it in her heart to forgive me and move forward.

  “Rylee, this is hard for me to talk about, which is probably why I avoided it for so long.” I can see the apprehension in her eyes, but I continue. “I grew up with a girl named Brooklyn Marsden. She lived down the street from me. Our fathers worked together. Our families spent so much time together I think it was only natural that she ended up being my first girlfriend. We lost our virginity to each other and honestly, she was the only girl I’ve ever loved. After high school, I joined the academy and we moved in together. Once I graduated, things fell into place and we got married. I can see that I shocked her, she wasn’t expecting to hear that from me.

  “Ry, talk to me, I can see I’ve hurt you by not sharing this with you sooner, and I’m so sorry.” Tears build up, waiting to spill over, when she asks, “Why didn’t you tell me that you’re divorced?” Her words hit me like a bullet to the chest, but then I realize I never told her what happened. “I’m not divorced,” I say, and she stands up so quickly, it takes me a minute to realize she’s headed for the front door. “Stop, Rylee!” I call out to her, and she turns around and slaps me across the face once I catch up to her. “How could you hide such a thing from me? I don’t understand how we’ve been able to do this for so long without me suspecting it. Wait, is that why you never slept with the same girl twice? Because you just fucked them when you wanted something a little different than your wife? How could you do that to her? If she was the love of your life, or so you say, how could you cheat on her?” She slaps me again and turns to walk away when I grab her by the arms and hold her still.

  “First, stop slapping me and listen to what you just said. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her eyes narrow, and I can tell she is about to yell at me, so I do the only thing I can think of, which is to kiss her. She kisses me back for all of two seconds before she breaks the kiss. “What are you doing? Are you crazy? You’re married!” She’s rambling by this time, and I wait for her to calm down. “Second,” I say, “let me clarify. I think you’ll see that you are overreacting.” She starts to speak again, but I place a finger on her lips to quiet her. “Now, let me finish, because I’m doing such a bang up job of explaining myself.” I breathe in a couple of breaths. “I told you this is hard for me to talk about, and it’s not because I’m still married or that I’m divorced. My wife is dead.” I see the shock in her eyes, which is followed by pity, then by sadness.

  “Rylee, Brooklynn died two years after we got married. I don’t talk about it and try not to think about it. She didn’t just pass away from cancer or an accident; I had to remove her from life support. It was unexpected and one of the toughest decisions I ever had to make. I was lost for a long time after that. I told you she was my high school sweetheart and the love of my life. I thought she was my soul mate, but it wasn’t until I met you that I realized she wasn’t my soul mate or the love of my life. Yes, I loved her more than anything, and at the time I thought there could never be anyone I would love more than her. She was everything to me, but I was young and hadn’t experienced life yet. She was all I ever knew from the time we were children till the time she died.” I had to take a minute to breathe in and out. Saying the words and reliving the past was harder than I thought it would be. “It wasn’t until years after her death that I realized I had no clue what life was about. I’d never been with anyone else but her, and I had never set any goals in life. We got married and played house, and then it was over.”

  A single tear slides down her face. “Brae, why didn’t you tell me any of this when I asked you so many times? I don’t understand.” It takes me a moment to answer her. “I honestly thought that I couldn’t love another woman the way I loved her. I wouldn’t let myself feel that emotion again, because frankly, losing someone is not an emotion I want to ever relive. I turned my heart off and didn’t get close to anyone. I never had the desire to get too close to anyone ever again.”

  I take this moment to pull us back out to the patio and sit us down again on the bench. “When I found you on the side of the road that night, I don’t know what it was, but from the moment I pulled you out of the car and had you in my arms, I was hooked. I felt this strong need to protect you, and honestly, at first I thought I just wanted to fuck you.” Her eyes go wide at my admission. “But when they took you away in the ambulance, I was all alone and couldn’t get you out of my mind. When I stopped by to check on you and found out you were still there at the hospital in a coma, I didn’t know what I felt. I knew I needed to make sure you were OK, which is why I kept coming back. I had to know you were going to be OK.” Another tear drops from her eyes. “I knew there was something between us even then, but I wasn’t willing to examine what it was.” I pause for a moment. “I pretty much made the decision not to invest any more time or emotion into you, because I wouldn’t be able to deal with it if you never came out of your coma. Then you woke up.” My heart is beating in my chest now. “It was such a relief knowing you were going to be OK. I knew then I wouldn’t be able to walk away without getting to know who you are.”

  On my back porch, I lay it all out there for her. “Until you, I hadn’t realized that I wasn’t living. Thinking about you not being in my life, having to go on without seeing or talking to you or feeling you had me crazy. The emotions I have for you are ten times stronger than the ones I ever felt for Brooklynn.” I reach out and pull her into my arms. “It scared the crap out of me. In the beginning, I felt like I was betraying Brooklynn by having feelings for you. It took me a while to admit to myself that even the devastation I felt as a young man losing his wife would be nothing compared to the devastation I would feel if anything ever happened to you. And frankly, that scared the fuck out of me beyond all reason.”

  I said everything I needed to say but the one thing I know I will never say to another person again. I take Rylee’s face in my hands and look her in the eyes, eyes that are so full of all her emotions that I know her feelings mirror mine in that moment. I know she isn’t going to walk away from me, and I know if I don’t say it now, I never will. “I once thought I knew what love was, but I didn’t have a clue until you.” Her eyes double in size, and she sucks in a quick breath. “With you, I know that my life isn’t worth living if you aren’t in it. I can honestly say the day I met you, I started to live again. I started to feel again, and I knew you were my soul mate.” I take a moment to think about how I want to word the rest. “From the very beginning, I felt like we had known each other all our lives. Talking to you was easy, not scripted, and I truly felt the words I was saying to you.” She’s crying now. “Trust me. I didn’t want to feel anything, so I ignored all the signs and just chalked them all up to the amazing sex we had.” I brush away her tears while I continue, “It’s time I stop being a dick and start loving you the way you deserve.”

  I reach down under the cushion on the bench and pull out the small box, which I then hand to her. “Today marks five months since you woke up in that hospital and you let me take you home, and it’s been the best five months of my entire life.” She lifts the lid off the box, which exposes a key to my house and my heart. There is a small note to go with the box, so she opens the envelope and starts to read it.

  Rylee

  I’M HOLDING THE NOTE card in my hand and start to read the words on the paper.


  This key is the key to my house, the key to my heart, and the key to my love. It has taken me some time to realize that my life has no meaning if you are not part of it, and so this is my commitment to you and us that from this moment on, we are a team. Move in with me, wake up in my arms every day and let me love you the way you should be loved. Let our hearts beat as one from this day forward.

  I can’t believe what is happening. I never in a million years thought tonight would end this way. I never expected a commitment like this from Braedyn, not after he told me he never wanted a relationship with anyone. It’s why I ran that night; it’s why I needed a week to think things through. I knew then I was falling in love with him, but I wasn’t sure if I was willing to risk my heart again. During that week, I woke up by myself and went to bed by myself, and it was then I realized that half a life with him was better than a life without him, and so I agreed to settle and enjoy the time we had. Never did I think I would be sitting here making a decision that would change my life forever.

  “Yes, Brae, I’d love to move in with you,” I squeal and wrap my arms around his neck when I straddle his lap, kissing his face over and over again. In just moments, he is standing with me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he moves us into the house and up to his bedroom. We stand at the end of the bed, just kissing, until I unwrap my legs from around his waist and he puts me on my feet.

  I step back and reach down and lift his shirt over his head. Then I unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down, dropping to my knees to pull his pants down his legs. He steps out of them, and I slide my hand into his boxer briefs, stroking him several times. My eyes are looking into his as I whisper, “Do you like that?” His eyes tell me exactly what I need to know. So I take his length out and slide it into my mouth, then begin to work my lips up and down his cock. My tongue is licking the head and then back down the large vein on the underside. “Oh yeah,” I hear him groan several times. “Damn, baby, your mouth and your tongue are incredible.”

  I continue to work his cock with my mouth, licking and sucking, while his breaths are rough. He makes growling sounds, telling me he is close to orgasm. I take him farther into my mouth, so the tip of his cock is hitting my throat, causing me to gag for a moment due to his size, which only makes my mouth fill with more saliva. He begins to buck faster and harder into my mouth, his hands on the side of my head guiding me along with his length until he finally lets go and fills my mouth and my throat with his release.

  “Fuck, baby, that was incredible.” He steps back and reaches down to grab me by the arms pull me up to him. He kisses me fiercely, and I know he has to be tasting himself on me. Fuck, that is hot. “Look at you still dressed. That won’t do at all.” Within moments, I am naked and sprawled out on the bed with his face between my legs and his mouth licking me from slit to clit and driving me wild. He circles his tongue on my pussy, taking me over the edge into pure bliss. I come so hard I am shaking as my thighs become drenched with my release, and he licks every last bit off me.

  I watch him grab ahold of himself and stroke from root to tip several times before he slams into my pussy. He grinds his hips into me, pushing farther and farther into me, harder and harder, faster and faster like he can’t climb deeper into me if he tried. Every stroke of his cock inside my pussy pushes me farther and farther toward the edge. He knows how to rub that amazingly hard tip into that oh so special spot inside. I am scratching my nails down his back. “Fuck me!” he yells. “You feel fucking amazing gripping my cock with your tight little pussy.” His pace increases “Come for me, baby. Do it. Come all over my cock.” And with two more strokes, I am seeing stars and the room is spinning. Two more deep thrusts into me, and he is coming inside me, filling me with his hot load. Then he stops, pulls out, and his face is between my legs, sucking his juice from my pussy. Then his lips are on mine, kissing me as he releases that juice into my mouth. Fuck, that is amazingly hot. He tastes amazingly good. Then he is inside me hard again and stroking oh so slowly until we both fall over the edge one more time.

  I wake up when the sun shines through the blinds. Brae is wrapped around me, holding me tight to his body. It’s an amazing feeling. I think I am going to love waking up like this every morning. My lips brush over his nipple, and I lick the end of it, then kiss the tip. “Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?” he asks as a smile spreads across his face. “I know I sure as hell slept well.” I feel his lips on my forehead as he brushes a kiss on it.

  Two orgasms and a shower later, I am walking out the door to head home and start making arrangements to move.

  ***

  The next few weeks seem like forever. Between working and packing, I’m missing Brae terribly. His work schedule is always crazy and sometimes makes it difficult for us to see each other, which is another reason I can’t wait to move in finally. On nights when I’m home alone, we talk on the phone. What starts out as an innocent conversation always ends with an amazing orgasm. That man has the best phone sex voice around. Today though, is a free day for both of us; I have no clients, and he has the day off, so I am looking forward to us spending time together.

  It's ten o’clock when I hear the doorbell ring and the front door opens. Why that man rings the bell when he has a key, I have no idea, but I think it’s kind of cute. It’s his way of letting me know he is here in case I’m not downstairs.

  “Hey, babe, where are you?” I can hear his footsteps coming up the stairs to my room. “Just about finished packing everything in this room,” I call out then see him in the doorway with is arms gripping the top of the jam while he just stares at me. “Good morning, sweetness. Is there anything I can help you with?” I think for a brief moment on what it is I want his help with, and the only thing that comes to mind after being alone is that I would love to have an orgasm induced by his mouth, hands, and cock. All of which I have missed terribly.

  “You could start by coming over here and kissing me,” I tell him. I can see the hunger in his eyes as he moves closer to me and know it matches what he sees in mine. When he reaches me, his hands grab me under my armpits and he picks me off the floor and throws me onto the bed. I can’t stop smiling at the animal in him as he slowly moves toward me looking at me like I’m his prey and he is about to devour me. Just to entice him a bit further, I reach up and cup my breast and run my thumb over my nipple covered by my shirt. I’m so aroused, it tightens with my touch. A growl escapes his throat as he stops in front of me to enjoy the view. His hand lowers to his jeans, and he adjusts himself just enough so I can see how extremely hard he is. “I know you want some of this big boy,” Braedyn says.

  My hand reaches down between my legs and cups my pussy. I’m still fully clothed, but I can tell he is losing his grip with every little movement I make. He bends over me, his hands landing at my waist to grip my shirt, then his lips are on mine. The power of his kiss has me soaking in a manner of moments. He moves my shirt up my body, and our lips break just long enough for him to slide it over my head. Then his hands move down my arms and around my back to remove my bra, never letting our lips part. His kisses are the best; I feel the love in each roll of his tongue. I’m naked from the waist up now. His hands are softly massaging my breasts, his thumbs gently gliding over my nipples, and his teeth are gently nibbling the skin at the base of my neck. His touch is causing sensory overload in my brain, that’s how good it feels. I feel his hands move from my breasts to my shorts, where he tugs at the button and lowers the zipper. Little kisses go from my neck down between my breasts to my stomach as his hands push my shorts and underwear down my legs. His tongue circles my belly button and then licks its way to my core. I’m screaming out his name, begging for more. I am sure the neighbors can hear me. Slowly, his tongue continues its journey through my folds then plunges into me with the same rhythm I’m sure I will feel when his cock eventually enters me. I’m moaning and panting as his thumb now moves to my clit, circling it, while his tongue continues to plunge inside me. I c
an feel my core building up with so much sensation that it isn’t long before I’m over the edge, my legs tightening to pull every bit of feeling through my core and enjoy the pleasure. As I ride out my orgasm, his lips move to my neck again and slowly kiss me one more time so I can taste myself in that kiss.

  “What a god you are,” I whisper. A smile crosses his face as he reaches behind his head and pulls his t-shirt off, then moves to unzip his pants and remove them along with his underwear. With predator-like moves, he is on top of me, pushing his wonderfully erect cock into me. “Fuck, Rylee, I’ve been dying to do this for days.” He places his lips against mine again, and with soft, tender kisses he shows me how much he has missed me. When he pulls back, our eyes lock on each other's. The desire in his tell me everything I need to know as I can feel with each slow thrust of his cock in me just how much he missed me. There is no rushing. This time, long slow strokes in and out coupled with kisses that melt my heart bring me to climax again. My walls are closing in on his cock, drawing him into me and gripping him with everything I have. When I feel the first release of hot cum against my walls, my name coming from his lips is like music to my ears. Over and over I feel his release; it’s never-ending and feels like it goes on for hours, and with each spurt, my name rolls off his tongue right into my ears and straight to my heart. We lie there for moments in each other’s arms, enjoying the closeness of just being together.

  I’ve missed Brae so much. I don’t want to spend another night in this house alone. Being with him like this, knowing that each moment together can be heaven makes me want just to move what I’ve got packed and leave the rest behind. I need to be with this man all the time. I want to wake up to him and fall asleep with him. He needs to be the first face I see in the morning and the last voice I hear when the day is over. It’s his arms I want to lie in and be comforted by, and on those nights when he is at work, it’s his words that need to soothe me and calm my soul before bed.