“Baby … please … slow down.”
“No,” she whispered, her tears long disappeared. She took charge, rolling me over to my back and looking me in the eye, serious as a heart attack. “I’ve been waiting for you, and I won’t take a chance on waiting for you to change your mind.”
Change my mind?
“What exactly—whoa,” I loudly exhaled when she threw my towel off me and dumped it to the side of the bed. Then I saw her luscious lips lock on the bulbous head of my cock. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” God, she was so fucking sexy it was driving me insane.
Her mouth was giving me the ecstasy I had craved. She was making me groan and twitch like a little bitch from her expertly teasing tongue and excellent ability to suction a cock like it was her sole purpose in life. When she went lower with her mouth, sticking out her playful tongue to lick my sensitive balls while her hand busily stroked me, I was left speechless. This kind of craziness— that she would put her needs to the side to satisfy mine—surprised me. It was one of the best things I loved about her.
She went on and on, driving me to amazing heights, before she resurfaced to take her almost see-through cotton nightwear off, exposing the fact that she had no panties on.
Licking my lips, I hungrily looked at her as she stroked my hard length a few more times then decided it was time to straddle me. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly lowered herself while she guided my cock to her hot, tight opening. The immediate impact of experiencing her wet hole gradually opening as the head of my cock sought more of her pussy was pure nirvana.
“My God, woman … You’ll be the death of me.” I was on the verge of coming by the sight of her engorged breasts alone, but with her taking charge of my body … Damn, I was rendered speechless. There was nothing sexier than a woman knowing what she wanted and having no shame in claiming it.
Using my hands, I gripped the sides of her hips, grounding her harder onto my cock before I hammered into it a few times, sending us both to another pleasurable height of ecstasy.
I didn’t know how it happened, but I was almost sure I fell asleep the second I finished my orgasm. I came so hard it gave me a headache, I think.
It was unprecedented.
Sometime during the night, my body sought for her several times, simply needing to be close to her. I didn’t realize just how much I had missed this—experiencing the simplicity of ultimate joy by having her close.
My once tainted heart was renewed.
*
The following morning, I woke up with a big grin pasted on my sleepy face while stretching my arms to reach for the familiar warmth I had reacquainted myself with the previous night, over and over again. When my hand landed on the coolness of the sheet, I peeled one eye open, disappointed she wasn’t there next to me.
After the events of the night before, I wasn’t sure where we stood, really. We hadn’t had the chance to discuss anything important. Realizing how critical that was, I decided that I would openly tell her everything I had been hiding within the day. There was doubt in the back of my mind, wondering if she would ever forgive me, but I didn’t want to prolong my agony. I needed to get it done, or I wouldn’t be able to function properly.
After dashing to brush my teeth and throw some sweats on, I immediately went downstairs to scour for her. I found her on the patio, sipping a cup of coffee with Skull rubbing his nose on her leg. Obviously, it wasn’t only me that adored her in this household.
Pausing, I simply took my time admiring her from afar, not missing a beat as to how alive I felt at the very sight of her.
“Good morning,” I softly greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.
She looked up, clashing with my eyes to return my smile.
“You look well rested,” she observed before patting the outdoor loveseat for me to join her. The second I took the spot, she handed me her cup of coffee. It was just like old times, and the nostalgic feeling of what I had before with her washed over me.
After taking a few sips, I handed it back to her then decided to break the comfortable mood we were in with a more serious note.
“Lily, I think it’s safe to say that, after last night, it’s clear you and I still love each other.” When she didn’t contest it, it gave me courage, making me think I was heading in the right direction. “But, before we begin starting over again, I know you have a lot of questions that need to be answered.”
“I do,” she found her voice, steady and calm. “I’d love to know what you do Wednesday nights.”
Taking a deep breath, I searched her eyes, needing to see reassurance that, whatever I told her, she would somehow find a way to forgive me. When I found profound grief, I decided it was best to erase the strain between us.