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She lets out a soft moan and arches her back, bringing her ass directly onto my erection. I groan and bite down hard on my tongue. I don’t think she’s doing it on purpose. I know my wife is sensitive in that area, and her body is simply responding to my touch.

“Minnie. I’m trying here, and I know you aren’t doing it on purpose, but you’re making this really hard for me. Literally,” I whisper gruffly into the shell of her ear.

My hands are still holding onto her breasts, which is really not helping the situation at all. But it seems just like my dick, they have a mind of their own.

“I’m sorry, it just feels so good.” She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, which makes her ass rub even more against my slippery cock, letting it slide directly into her ass crack.

Fuck! I’m going to blow if we don’t stop.

“Cecilia,” I warn through gritted teeth.

She takes a step forward as I let out a breath, finally able to breathe again.

Well, only slightly. I hurry on with the rest of my job, lathering over her stomach, then quickly passing between her legs.

To which she whimpers while I try desperately to block out the sound and not notice how my fingers are no longer lubed with only soap.

I untangle her hands from behind my head and turn her around, kneeling in front of her to wash her feet and legs. When I get higher up her thigh, she grabs onto my hair and jerks slightly in my hands.

I stand abruptly, almost knocking her off balance but catching her in time with both hands on her waist. “All right, that’s enough. You’re all clean now. Out we go.”

She giggles sluggishly as I help her out of the shower. She’s a little wobbly on her legs now, which tells me she needs to head back to bed to recuperate. It may have just been a shower, but it’s still a lot for her weak body.

I pat her down with the towel first, wrapping it around her tiny body.

Then I grab a second towel and do myself quickly, avoiding touching my angry cock.

I pull my boxers back on but forgo the rest for now.

I pick Cecilia up in my arms and carry her to her room, placing her on the bed and heading to the closet for another set of clothes.

I show her a couple of choices, wanting her to be comfortable. She decides on just one of my old t-shirts that she must have taken when she moved out. I help her into it, passing it over her head, then one arm through each hole.

It’s so big it looks like a dress three times her size on her. Cecilia’s always been really tiny, but with the weight she’s lost since the beginning of the year, it shows even more now. We’ll have to work on getting her to a healthier size.

I’m just finishing placing her under the covers and about to head back to the bathroom to grab my clothes when she stops me by grabbing my wrist. “I have a pair of your sweats in the back of the closet if you want to wear them.”

I look down at her sheepish smile with a frown. “You stole my sweats?”

“I did no such thing. I also didn’t wear them every time I was alone for a month straight.” She giggles again and hides her face under the covers.

I shake my head and chuckle. Leaning down so my face is inches away from hers, I pull the cover down, revealing a beautifully flushed face. It’s good to see color back on her skin.

“That’s okay, I didn’t carry one of your shirts around with me everywhere I went for the better part of two months.” I kiss her lips quickly. “I love you. Now sleep, and when you wake up, we’ll try some food,” I tell her and leave her side to find the sweatpants she’s referring to.

“I love you, too.”

It takes me approximately two minutes to find the pants. By the time I pull them on and turn around, Cecilia is knocked out, quietly snoring. I watch her for a couple of seconds with a goofy smile on my face. I’ve missed this so much.

Even if we’ve been spending all our time together over the last three weeks, it still felt like something was missing or blocking our path from being us again. But this little moment we just had reminds me of how things used to be and gives me faith that things will go back to normal with time.

I pick up Cecilia’s towel from the ground, go to the bathroom to pick up my discarded clothes and towel, then put everything in the wash. I wander into the kitchen, making myself a little snack, then head back to the room, this time settling in bed beside my wife.

Where I belong.

I wake up to a trail of wet kisses along my neck. My hand reaches up and glides through Minnie’s hair. Her body is tangled with mine, leg and arm draped over me. “Good morning,” I murmur and turn my head slightly to kiss her forehead.

“Afternoon. ”

“Mmm, right. How are you feeling?” I take that moment to look at her beautiful face.

“So much better. Thank you for taking care of me.” She passes her slender fingers through my hair, looking on with fascination like it’s the first time.

“I’ll always take care of you, Minnie.” I remove her hand from my hair, taking it in mine. With my other still in her hair, I tilt her head back and kiss her passionately. “Now, let’s get some food in you. You must be starving.”

“I am. Feed me, Daddy.” She’s flirting. I’m not sure what the last twenty-four hours did to her, but I’m not complaining.

I groan and untangle myself from her limbs, getting off the bed. Then I bend to kiss her protesting lips. “For real food, Cecilia.”

“You’re no fun.”

I stand to my full height, throwing my head back and laughing. “Come on, get up.” I leave her in the room and head to the kitchen to make us something to eat.

A few hours later, Emma stops by to check on Minnie and ends up staying for dinner, where I cook us some coconut shrimp and rice.

“How are things with Timmy?” I ask Emma as we sit on the couch, watching a rerun of The Office .

She gives me the stink eye and points her index finger at me while Cecilia sits quietly between us on the couch. “It’s Tommy, you know that. And things are going well, although I never realized that men are such pigs.” She scrunches up her nose and shakes her head.

“He’s always leaving his junk around, and when I comment on it, he claims he’s too distracted with work and that’s why he leaves things all over the place.

Oh! And I swear, I find at least two pairs of dirty socks lying around every day.

TWO! How is that possible!?” She makes a disgusted face and quivers out of repulsion.

But she’s right, I do know his name, I just do on purpose.

I’ve met him twice, once at our wedding and another time Minnie invited them over for dinner. Both times I hated the guy. Not that he did or said anything wrong, he just gives off an asshole vibe, and I didn’t like the way he kept checking out my wife.

“Thank God my big guy isn’t like that, or I would have kicked him to the curb quickly. He’s actually cleaner than I am,” Cecilia says, smiling up at me.

I lower to kiss her nose, then look back at Em. “What can I say, I was raised right,” I deliver with a wink that makes Emma roll her eyes.

Out of the blue, I feel little fingers reaching up and slightly pulling on my beard, then passing through it. It’s a bit thicker than I usually keep it since I’ve only been slightly trimming it. Cecilia hasn’t made any comment about it, so I’m guessing she doesn’t mind it.

I look down and find Cecilia staring at my beard with her lips slightly parted and eyes wide. “Wow... I love this. You should always keep it like this, it feels so good through my fingers,” she says in a strange voice as if she’s amazed with my beard.

I guess that answers the question about whether she likes it or not.

Her hands then travel up my face, swiping each thumb over my eyebrows and up into my hair, scraping her nails against my scalp. It feels amazing, but I’m also a bit confused at what’s going on.

“Umm, baby? Are you feeling all right?” I ask, eyeing Emma behind her shoulder, who’s also looking quizzically at the way Cecilia is manipulating my head.

“Oh yeah, I feel amazing !” She giggles, then palms my cheeks, squishing my face together. “When did you get so handsome? Isn’t my man handsome?” She turns her face to Emma with a beaming smile but doesn’t let go of me.

Emma chuckles and answers sarcastically. “Oh, yes. Very handsome. But umm, babe? Did you take something?” She leans in toward Cecilia, inspecting her features.

I know my wife isn’t doing drugs, but even I must admit I’m questioning her behavior. Just a minute ago she was fine, and now she’s very touchy and acting in a way that isn’t like herself.

Minnie passes her fingers over my lips, eyes solely focused on her movements. “Mhmm, I was feeling funny after dinner, so I took some of that medication you gave me yesterday. I didn’t want to get sick again.”

“Okay... and how much medicine did you take?” Em asks her, seeming more and more worried.

“Just one big spoon.” Minnie shrugs like it’s no big deal.

I grab onto both her wrists to stop her from touching me. “A tablespoon!? You took one tablespoon!?”

“Well, yeah. That’s what it says on the bottle.”

“No, Cecilia! It’s one teaspoon! Not tablespoon!” My eyes are about to pop out of my head with how wide they are. I look up to Emma, who sports the same expression.

“Oh God, well, that explains it.” Em taps her lip with her index finger.

“Explains what?”

“Why she’s acting like that. Think about it, Cece’s like toddler sized, and she took three times the required dosage. She’s basically high off the medication.”

Emma tries to hide her laugh behind her hand as Cecilia leans into my neck and rubs her head against me like a cat. I thought holding her wrists would stop her, but she clearly outsmarted me.

“That’s possible!?”

“Oh yeah, it’s happened to me once. Although I was not rubbing myself up on someone.”

I give Emma an unimpressed look when she giggles. It’s nice to know she finds this funny.