“Even more beautiful than I remembered, Kitten,” I praise her.
“Max…things are different now. I have stretch marks, and well, I’m just not the same,” she trails off, her face flushes even deeper in color, but I know now it’s from embarrassment, rather than excitement. I can’t have that.
I push her skirt down off her hips, hooking my fingers in her underwear so that it all falls down in one movement. I see the small stretch marks that now cover her stomach and part of her hips. I pick her up and carry her to the bed, laying her down gently. Once she’s settled, I reach down to kiss her stomach. Later, when I have more patience, I will run my tongue over every mark on her body. For now my kiss will have to do.
“Tess, you are beautiful to me, always. These marks are just proof that you brought our amazing daughter into this world. I look at them and feel nothing but pride and need. Do you understand?” I ask her, my voice thick with emotion. I’m not lying, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. She nods her head in agreement, but I still see the doubt in her eyes. My eyes go to my name on her hip. She’s mine. I forgot that for a little while. I forgot what we had together. Her self-doubt is my fault, and I need to make sure I leave no more room for that in her mind. She needs to know that there’s not another woman in the world who could compete with her, in my eyes. My finger trembles as I trace my name. Mine. For way too fucking long, I forgot that. I let her forget it. Worse, I let her think it wasn’t true. Time to remedy that.
I pull back, standing to undress while she watches me. There’s interest and even desire in her eyes, but it’s almost trampled out by fear. I throw my clothes behind me with more force than necessary. I’m mad at the circumstances of our past—I’m mad at myself. I bury those feelings. They don’t belong between Tess and me right now. I need to start moving forward, not looking back. I need her to do that too. I pull her legs apart, admiring the way her sweet pussy is already glistening for me. I reach down and slap it once and enjoy the sound and feel of it so much that I do it again and then hold my hand there enjoying the feel of the moisture, the rippling of her muscles contracting and the heat rolling off of her. Mine. Possessiveness moves through me hard and fast, and I can’t resist slapping her pussy again.
“Mine,” I growl, feeling like a fucking caveman, but not about to change. Tess’s feet press down into the mattress, and she groans, pushing up against my hand. I increase the pressure of my hold by letting my fingers dig into the bend between her stomach and her pussy. Instantly the proof of her desire increases against my hand. So fucking wet. I control her pussy. Even after all this time, it’s me who can make her crazy with just a touch.
“Max, oh god!” she cries out, her voice shuddering with need.
“Look at me, Tess,” I command, refusing to do anything else until I have her complete attention. She lifts her eyes to me, and the doubt is gone. Now, she is just a creature filled with desire. “Watch me,” I tell her while stroking my cock and squeezing it tightly. I watch as a thread of pre-cum slips off the head of my dick and travels down against the pale white skin of her stomach.
“Max, please.” Her voice is hoarse and full of need.
I take her hand, wrap it around the base of my cock and then cover it with my own. Together we stroke my dick, using enough pressure that this alone could make me shoot my load in no time.
“Does this feel like I want you less, Kitten? Can you feel how hard I’m throbbing for you?” I grunt, as our hands slide back down and complete another thrust.
“Jesus, Max please,” she whimpers. Tilting her legs further apart, her whole upper body lifts off the bed now so she can be closer to my cock. She’s propping herself up on one elbow and straining to get closer. Her face is glowing, her hair mussed, and her tongue keeps darting out to lick her lip like the greedy, hungry woman she is. Mine.
“Answer me, Tess! Do you think I want you less than I have in the past?” I demand yet again, taking my hands away. I thrust two fingers in her without warning. I thought since had a baby, she’d be looser somehow. That’s not the way it worked out. Maybe it’s because it’s been over a year since she’s had the baby or maybe it’s because we haven’t been together in so long. Whatever it is, she takes my fingers, but it feels like just the invasion of the two of them stretch her beyond her limits. I press my thumb against her clit, hard. Letting it rub and tease the slickened nub. I pull my fingers apart inside her, stretching her further. With the attention on her clit, her body nearly bends in half as she thrusts up from the bed. “Answer me, damn it!” I growl, thrusting harder and using one hand to bite down on her hip and pushing her back down against the bed. My hand covers my name and again, one word repeats in my brain. Mine.