My heart swelled with emotion as I thought about her doing all of it on her own. I was filled with regret at not being there for her, and I voiced my worries to Mila as she set down two steaming cups on the dining room table.
“Don’t worry, Dev,” she said, giving me a genuine smile. “It was all my fault. I should have told you about him sooner, but you had so much going on… and I stupidly thought it was for the best. I didn’t know how my dad and your mom would react.”
I nodded. “Now that I know, though, I won’t take a step away from the two of you.” I gave her a solemn promise, and she smiled. “If you’ll let me, of course…” Hesitantly, I looked up into her eyes.
This was the moment everything depended on, the second that would determine our future - together or apart.
I could see the inner battle in Mila’s eyes, but soon, it was replaced by happiness. “I want you in our lives too, Devan,” she admitted and a huge smile took over my face.
The cup of coffee in front of me was soon forgotten as I stood and walked to Mila. Her hand fluttered to her chest as I pulled her up gently. She was looking down.
Gently, I tipped her chin backwards, making her look at me. She was so goddamn beautiful, and I couldn’t resist any longer. I had tortured myself long enough.
“I never stopped wanting you. I need you so damn much, Mila.”
I leaned down against her lips, tasting her one more time. It felt like I was coming home; her touch warm, inviting and sensual.
She melted into my embrace, moulding her body to fit into mine. Our kiss was greedy; we couldn’t get enough. I explored her mouth as she whimpered beneath me, grabbing and pulling at my shirt with shaky fingers.
“Still unsure?” I asked her, moving away just long enough to give her a cheeky smile.
“I never was, not really,” she admitted softly, which made me kiss her again and again. I knew I would never have enough of her taste, her feel. She was amazing and the only one I’d ever wanted.
“How about we celebrate?” I asked in a husky tone and she giggled, blushing at the thought.
Before Mila could object, I pulled her towards the living room where there was a cosy rug in front of the fireplace. Our motions were impatient and ravenous as we ripped at each other’s clothes.
My one night with Mila was the best I’d ever had. And I knew each one after that would be even more special.
The buttons of her blouse flew all over the room as I stripped her, and she looked away self-consciously, covering her belly.
I kneeled down in front of her, my lips leaving kisses along her skin until she moved her hands away, letting me have a full view of her glorious body.
“You were beautiful before, Mila,” I told her, “but fuck, you are even more heavenly now.”
Motherhood had been good for Mila - her figure had filled out, her curves were more accentuated, her breasts heavy and full. She was even more irresistible and I needed her… badly.
“Dev,” she whispered as I moved to her tummy, pushing down her skirt to reveal a lacy pair of panties that was driving me insane already. “I don’t want to wait any longer. I’ve missed you so much.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
We fell on the shaggy rug together, our lips caught in a never-ending kiss. I couldn’t get enough of her.
She stripped my clothes off, too, until I was naked in front of her. My hardness was bulging, ready to claim Mila for my own once and for all.
She stroked my length and I nearly lost it, her fingers deftly running along my cock until I begged her for more. Mila gave me a mischievous smile, and before I could react, she climbed on top of me.
My heart sped up. During sex I’d always been the one in control, on top, but I let her take the lead.
As my heartbeat quickened, Mila slowly lowered herself against my tip, her luscious arousal coating my cock, until finally she rocked her hips and I blissfully entered her wetness.
“Fuck,” I groaned right away, overwhelmed with what seemed like infinite sensations threatening to claim me. She was so tight, snug around my cock, but it felt so goddamn right and perfect. I knew instantly everything else in my life had been a farce. This, right here - Mila and I, was all I’d ever need. That and our new family.
She rode me slow, her hands on my bare chest for stability. I ran my hands up her thighs as she began to speed up, her huge tits swinging as she got faster, until I nearly lost it. Swaying her hips, she drove me crazy with each motion, making me fill her deeper with each stroke into her pussy.
I took hold of her heavy breasts and thumbed at her hardened nipples, making her whimper and her breath hitch.
“Mila,” I said through gritted teeth. “I can’t hold on any longer, baby.”