Perfect Fit(92)

“I will. Thank you.” I shut the door behind them when they left and turned to face Miller. “Where do you want to start?”

“I have no idea.” He looked around the huge space filled with boxes and let out a deep sigh. “Let’s start upstairs in our bedroom. Let’s get our bed made and our bathroom stuff set out so we can at least take a shower soon.”

Naked Miller. Wet Miller. No kids. I was starting to get my second wind and was eager to do as he suggested. Besides, I had his special gift and I was eager to give it to him. “Let’s get to it.” He wasn’t blind. He saw the gleam in my eyes that told him what I had been thinking about.

We had our bedroom situated and our clothes put away pretty quickly thanks to the pre-move organization he insisted on. I would remember to never balk when he wanted to be that organized again. Instead of going through every box looking for shower gel and toothpaste it was all in one boxed labeled “Master Bath.” Thank goodness I didn’t have to search for lubes and condoms either, because I wasn’t willing to wait another minute longer to start making this space our own.

“Come here, Bones,” I said, pulling him into me by the belt loop on his jeans. “I’ve waited forever for this.”

“You just had me this morning,” Miller said, but his smile told me just how much he loved hearing that I needed him.

“It was forever ago.” I told him as I kissed his neck and slid my hands beneath his t-shirt. My fingers traced the muscles in his abdomen before moving up to tease his nipples. “I’m never going to stop needing you and the connection we have together. You make everything right in my universe.”

“That’s what you do for me, Jag.” He pulled back slightly and cupped my face. “I’m not sure I would have managed to get through these last six weeks without you. Your love kept me strong and gave me focus when all I wanted to do was fall apart. I knew you loved me, but I couldn’t comprehend just how much until my world was blown apart and you helped me piece it back together.”

“Perfect fit.” It was our phrase it summed us up accurately. We were made for each other and no other person would understand or connect with us the way we did each other. I reached inside our new fancy-as-fuck shower and turned the water on to warm up.

We removed our clothes and stepped inside the glass shower. I squirted shower gel in my hands and began to lather up his body, slowly and completely while the moans Miller made told me how much he enjoyed my touch. Once he was rinsed off, he returned the favor and my echoes of pleasure mirrored the ones I elicited from him.

Nothing said “welcome home” better than sliding into Miller while I could see his reflection in the mirror through the glass shower wall. It didn’t take long for the steam to gather in the room and fog up the glass wall, but I plainly saw the look of ecstasy on his face when I sank balls deep inside him. I could see my darker hands on his light torso and the way he arched into me, as if he couldn’t ever get enough. That quick glimpse was enough to incite me and would be a memory I would hold onto forever.

I wanted to go slow and take my time, but Miller wanted no part of slow and sensual. He thrust his ass back on my dick, reached around with one hand, and grabbed my thigh in a bruising grip. I felt the hungry need from him to be claimed and gave him what he wanted. I held tightly to his hips while I rode his tight ass. I always wanted Miller to tell me what he needed so that I could give it to him. I knew that I could be just as open with him and it was a beautiful thing.

It didn’t take long for our jubilant cries to echo through the bathroom as Miller’s orgasm caused his ass to clamp around my cock and milk every last drop of spunk out of me. I collapsed against his back when I quit jerking about like I had stuck my dick in a light socket. I should’ve been used to the way my body reacted to him after over a year, but it wasn’t. He electrified me more and more each time we were together.

“Welcome home, Bones.”

“You’re my home, Jag. Wherever you are is where my home will be. I love this house because it’s ours together.” Hearing those sweet words touched me in ways I wasn’t able to verbally express at the moment because there was a ball of emotion stuck in my throat. I cleared my throat in attempt to dislodge it but was unsuccessful. I would need my kiss and gift to speak for me.

I poured everything I felt for him into my kiss. Every breath we took was shared, every sigh expressed was captured by the other, and every touch felt like it was the first time all over again. It felt as if we were starting over and in a way we were in a new home with kids that were legally Miller’s and I hoped someday they’d be mine as well.