Climbing off the bed, he made his way to the attached bathroom. I heard the water running, then he came back out with a washcloth to clean me up.
I noticed he was still semi-hard.
“It will be better now. I’ll last longer inside you,” he said thickly. I could hear the roughness in his voice, but the tears were gone.
“Marc, talk to me. I don’t know what you’re feeling and I think I have to.”
His eyes flared for a second. “Alive, Ash. I feel fucking alive. Take off your pants. I’m going to eat your pussy until you come, and then I’m going to fuck you until you come again.”
He bent to pick up his jeans and pulled the condom out of a back pocket.
“Pretty confident, huh?” I said, even as I wiggled out of my white jeans. Who was I kidding? I was defenseless against him and he knew it. He’d always known it.
“Pretty desperate,” he said. Then, before I could get them off, he got hold of my panties and ripped them off me. I don’t know why, but the sound of that, of the material tearing open, made me even hotter.
Then he was on the bed again, on his knees with my thighs hanging over his shoulders. There was no time to worry about what he might think of the faint stretch marks on my belly. No time to worry if I still knew how to do this, how to have sex after so long, after giving birth.
There was only his tongue dancing along my clit while his finger pumped inside me. He was only using one and I still felt full. Taking him inside me was not going to be easy, and there was something erotic about that, too. Like I was a virgin all over again, offering myself to him. Only to him.
He’d shown me no mercy that night and he showed me no mercy now. He ate me like a man starving, leaving nothing untouched. When his finger found that spot deep inside me, I nearly exploded.
“Yes, Marc, yes. There. Right there. Don’t stop, don’t stop! Unh!”
My body jolted into climax, and I had to push his head away I was so freaking sensitive.
I was puffing out breaths of air, coming down from the adrenaline rush of orgasm, and he was leaning over me, holding his weight off me with his thick biceps.
“You’re really tight, Ash.”
“I know.”
“This isn’t going to be easy, and I don’t fucking care,” he growled. “Nothing is ever fucking easy between us. So, this is the way it’s going to be.”
I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and burst into tears the second I felt him starting to push his way inside. It pinched and burned, and he wouldn’t stop, and I didn’t care, because it was Marc. He was coming inside my body, and it felt like I was also waking up. Like something had been missing that was only now found again.
A bubble of emotion filled up and erupted.
“Fuck me!” I shouted, and hoped I wasn’t so loud I woke up Danny.
“Yes, I’m fucking you. And stop crying. You know I hate it when you cry while I’m taking you.”
I couldn’t stop, though. I cried for him and cried for me. I cried for every day of pain we’d inflicted on each other in order to have this. He was moving roughly inside me, the pain of his entry had subsided now. There was just the feeling I always got when I was beneath him. When he was pinning me to the bed with his dick, while his hand was under my ass pushing me up against him so he could go deeper inside of me. Like he needed more from me. Like he needed everything I could give him.
Unexpectedly, I felt his middle finger slide up my ass, and, suddenly, the pressure of him everywhere was too much, and I screamed again as I climaxed. My whole body seizing in a pleasure so intense it almost bordered on agony.
Two more heavy thrusts and he was there with me. His big body shaking over mine.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he barked, and I knew it was the same for him, too. Almost too much.
He collapsed on top of me. He removed his finger from my ass, but his cock didn’t leave my pussy. He was still heavy and firm and the throb of him sent continuing pulses of pleasure inside me.
I listened to his breaths, and, because I was a mother, I listened for the sounds of my son possibly waking. But no, according to the monitor, Danny’s gentle snores continued on undisturbed. Thank God.
Eventually, Marc pulled away from me and went to the bathroom to deal with the condom. When he came back, I hadn’t moved. Sprawled out naked on the top of my bed, trying to come to grips with what was happening to me. Both physically and emotionally.
Marc laid on his back next to me, but he didn’t touch me.
“Why do you always have to cry like that?” he asked.
