“Show me how sorry you are.”
I felt his fingers tighten around my neck as he pulled me closer, pressing his lips against mine roughly. It was like fire had erupted as I grabbed his shirt, suddenly needing him closer to me.
I moaned as he hoisted me off the bed, pulling me against his chest. We fumbled back against the bed. It creaked under our weight.
His lips were devouring me, and his scent erupted all around me. It was all so perfect, yet missing everything all atonce. I needed air, but I wanted the kiss rougher. I needed to stop, and yet I wanted him closer.
The kiss broke, and his lips trailed down my neck. His hands grabbed my ass, pulling my hips against his. I felt my eyes widen as I felt how hard he was under his pants. I swallowed, feeling every nerve alive.
I panted, knowing just how bad an idea this was. We had things we needed to discuss. We needed to discuss the issues and rebuild our trust in order to move forward.
But the thought of not having Brandon felt wrong.
I felt his hands slide under my tank top, his fingers soft against my stomach. I watched his hands trail up, reaching my sports bra. His hands went under the fabric, cupping my breast. I felt my nipples grow hard at the contact and swallowed.
Brandon’s head dipped down, his hips pressed against my belly button, and then he followed a line up my navel. He pulled the tank top and bra up over my head. I watched his eyes widen as he took me in. He smirked. “You look as good as I remember.”
I blushed, knowing my body had changed. “It’s not the same.”
His fingers trailed my stretch marks, and his smile remained. “You carried our child, Jade. That’s an entirely different kind of turn on.”
My face grew redder.
“I tried picturing it,” he admits. “Your belly growing, and how your breasts would look.” He reached a hand toward my boobs, his hands cupping them. “I imagined how you would look splayed out naked while pregnant. How I would have fucked you softly during that time. I’ve thought of many scenarios on how I would take you.”
I felt like I was on fire. He had thought about that? Thought about me like that?
“When?”
“Over the years,” he said. “Gave me something to jerk off to.”
My mouth dropped. “You’re joking.”
He shook his head. “I told you I was going to memorize everything about you that night, and I did.”
“You’re telling me that over three years, you’ve jerked off to the thought of me?”
He smirked. “Yeah, and now I get to have you again, so I’m going to savor every moment of this.” His fingers grazed my stretch marks again. “I’m going to memorize every part of you in a new way.”
Chapter 15 - Brandon
Jade looked stunning after all these years. Her body had changed, but she was still drop-dead gorgeous to me. She didn’t have the flat stomach of an eighteen-year-old, but rather that of a woman who fought to carry a child. A woman who birthed my child.
My cock ached at the thought. I’d wondered what would have happened many times with myself. The thought of Jade being pregnant and having the pregnant glow.
I cupped her breast, squeezing it. They were larger than before, softer. I rolled my fingers over her nipples, seeing them grow hard like I knew they would. I watched her squirm, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes had glazed over with that fog, and she was biting her lower lip.
I reached up, popping her lip free. I bent down, biting onto it, and she moaned softly. I kissed her deeply as I pulled at her pants. Jade was quick to help, wiggling out of the stretchy pants. I kissed her, pressing her further into the sheets.
I threw her pants onto the ground and leaned back. I took in her stretch marks that traveled lower. Jade was soaking wet, her lips bulging, and I inhaled slowly at the sight of her so bare for me.
“Fuck…”
She slowly exhaled, and I grabbed her knees, spreading her legs apart. I watched her face grow redder as I took in the sight of her spread wide. I grabbed at my pants, tugging them down, letting my cock spring free.
Jade’s eyes widened as she looked at me, her mouth popping open slightly. I smirked. “Do I look like you remember?”
She shook her head. “No, Brandon, you…” she blushed. “You’re not a young guy anymore. You’re a man.”
