The Trove
The same sickening nightmare again and again. Every sensation exploded as he lay
asleep between the cotton sheets of the bed. He relived the car accident. He felt the car be hit from behind, the pain that tortured his body when he realised his wife’s heart would beat no more and the blood that seeped from her would not allow her to live. Her life source splayed all over him. Even the scraping of metal and screeching types. The wood that gave a distinct woosh sound as in smashed into the family car’s windscreen.
Brett woke with a pounding headache. Lathered in sweat and agony, he kicked the covers off. It was 5 years since it happened. The guy who caused the event was still in goal. Brett knew that the guy wasn’t about to leave anytime soon.
Brett turned his head, squinted as he looked at the photo of his wife and their sons next to his glasses. Their fuzzy faces gave a sense of relief. There was nothing of special note to Brett’s wife, she was a typical woman, smart and fiery. But, she was special to Brett.
He dragged himself out of the bed that they once shared and smacked on his thick frames. He lingered down past the boys’ bedrooms, carefully moving to avoid any sound. He knew that they would be awake if they heard the squeals of the floorboards. He flopped down the stairs one lanky footstep at a time, with his boxer shorts barely scrapping his hips as they dragged against his muscular frame.
Turning to enter the kitchen, he noticed Tania’s bedroom light on and the door ajar when he was on his way to get a drink of water. He wondered if he should actually talk to her. He thought better of it, as she had seemed so stressed with her upcoming medical exams. He felt as though he was best to leave the flustered fifth-year medical student alone to her own devices.
‘’Brett, still dreaming about Beth?’’, lingered in his ears as he realised what the answer to her question was.
Bugger it, he knew, she knew they all damn well knew the truth. It was time to talk.
Fuck. I don’t want to bother her, she’s so busy. She’s got exams. She’s finding her time in the hospital really hard. I don’t want to talk wither her. Fuck. I need to talk. Fuck it.
He whispered, “I need to talk…’’
He entered the room
“Sit down, Brett. Just at the end of my bed or at the couch. Make yourself
comfortable.”, trailed the voiced from the end of the room with her head stuck in the thick of medical books and notepads, like a madman trying to prove some scantly drawn together theory.
He found his spot on the bed as he curled up on the thick black blanket. He grabbed himself her cup and drank its drops of water. Clearly a thirsty man.
She swiveled her chair around, stood up and grabbed her water bottle from her desk.
“Bretttttt, I guess you had another dream about Beth? Tell me about it.’’, she whispered as she traipsed over, gesturing to move over and let her have room to lay down. She found her spot next to him. They weren’t close, but close enough to know the basics and then some. He knew about her than she did him from her browser history. Working in I.T. had its perks.
He barely made eye contact with her, as nodded and as he burst into tears, he curled around her. He heard her heart throb against his ear as he placed his head on her ribs. He didn’t want to say anything.
“Brett. Tell me what’s happening with you. Please.”, she paused and as she looked down, his big blue eyes met her pale green eyes. In a flash, he scrambled up to meet her lips, “I want you!”.
Bewildered and smiling, she raised her eyebrow. His senses had truly awakened as her hand pulled him into her soft curve of her stomach. Brett’s mind exploded with rapture and guilt. His hands felt the absence of a bra, he knew he wanted to stop, but he was a man determined. A man who knew that she’d love the attention he’d lavish onto her copious breasts.
As his paw of a hand explored her chest, he squeezed her bust and gave way to tweaking her nipples. Her nipple felt small, but this lustful cascade meant she pulled away from her singlet in a gawping haste. They lay topless as he repositioned himself on top of her purple boxers. Brett knew that she was a fan of titty fucking, as he started to suck her left nipple to the point where she covered her mouth with her singlet and closed her eyes. Her firm arms clutched onto his hi He held his hands behind his back as he licked her and gnawed equally at her breast and her neck, sometimes grazing her lips. He had draw milk from her left breast.
Looking at her fine features, he realised that he should surprise her. Her face reflected that tonight that they had entered into a treasure trove of delight.
Her eyelids fluttered like butterflies in pleasure as the thoughts flashed through his mind. He pushed her breasts together, shifted his hips to reveal his thick pulsation of a cock, shoving it under this heaving heap. A few thrusts. As she let out a moan for more, it was the last confirmation that she was happy. Firm warmth surrounded Brett. He rocked gently back and forth
relishing it all. He thrust harder and harder as she began to rocking slightly to thrust deeper, empowering this moment. Looking down on her supple skin, Brett watched Tania’s lips give way as she leaned forward, her tongue searching for his tip.
It was at this point, that Brett noticed his hands were covered in milk. It was all too much as he shuddered and his legs clasped around her. Brett and Tania’s fluids flow around them, on top of them and in each others’ mouths as they licked and sucked. Brett licked quickly her milk before it mingled with his load.
Although, as he looked up and pulled away from her boobs, he placed his hands on her face and kissed her. The kiss was that of a long lost lover. Lips that just acknowledged that yes, they would always be intertwined.