She lets out a breathy whimper, disappointed about my sudden interruption. “Ash, we can talk more later, but I missed you. I get it—you were trying to protect me or whatever. You were in a bad space, I get it.” She tunnels her fingers through my hair, cradling my head to her chest. “I get it, but right now, I need to know if your body missed mine as much as I missed yours. I need you to remind me how good we are for each other.”
She pulls my head back, her pretty eyes locked on mine. The peace and the understanding I find in hers are undeserving, but I’m greedy and I’ll take it anyway.
“We can figure out the rest in the morning.”
Her lips touch mine, tentative and kind, showing me forgiveness with every stroke of her tongue on my lips, with every moan and whimper she lets out as our tongues dance.
“For now, show me, Asher.” Her words are a pant of want and need. “Show me how much you missed me.” My lips crash onto hers, desperate to taste, desperate to explore, to remember. I need to remind my brain why we’re good together—why we belong together. My heart already knows; it’s time for my brain to catch up.
She tastes fresh. She’s like the sweetest morsel of your favorite dessert after you’ve been restraining yourself.
She’s like the first breath of fresh air after being underwater for too long. I’ve been drowning in the thought of her, and now, I finally have her in my arms again. I’m ready to breathe again.
She straddles me as she tilts her head back and exposes her neck, inviting me to kiss and suck the tender flesh the way we both love. She moans the second my teeth bite into her neck.
I stand, Hailey’s legs wrapping around me and her soft whimpers filling the space. I kiss and tease. I bite and lick—all the way to her bedroom.
The lights are off, and clumsily, we make it through to the bed. There’s nothing to trip over because, as usual, there’s no mess. Always so put together and tidy, but she loves her sex messy and rough. My sweet contradiction, one I know so well.
I pull her dress down her arms, and it falls swiftly to the floor, leaving her in nothing but thin lace underwear. I graze her skin of her back, my knuckles leaving goosebumps in their wake until I reach bare ass. A thong, just like I knew she would be wearing.
I take my time touching her body, tracing every inch of skin available for me to touch, kissing her mouth, licking her chin, and biting her collarbone. I lower her to the bed, laying her on her back and bending her leg as I kiss her breast.
“Ash,” she cries out when I bite her nipple and push her panties to the side.
I bite harder, and she sucks in a breath, followed by a moan. I want to make her forget the almost two years we were apart. I want to make her forget all the bad things and just remember how good we are together.
I want to remember it too.
“There’s two of those, you know,” she snarks, and I smile against her nipple, moving to the other one and giving it the attention she wants.
With her nipple in my mouth and her wet pussy under my thumb, I tease and touch until she’s gasping asking for more. I want to give her everything she wants, but first . . . “I need you to come.” She’s wet and soft and perfect. Her clit hardens under my thumb as her back arches against me.
“You’re so perfect.” My words tip her over the edge as she snaps her legs closed and unravels under my touch. I kiss her through her orgasm, climbing up her body, kissing through the valley between her breasts to her neck and her lips.
“Fuck me, Asher, please.”
God, I love it when she asks for what she wants.
“I love it when you ask so nicely, baby.”
“I’m not asking, I’m begging. Please,” she pleads, and who am I to deny her? I pull my pants down, discarding my clothes in the pile we left behind. I do the same with her thong, but before I do anything else, I look at her—laying on her bed, her pretty hair cascading around her, her flushed cheeks. She’s stunning, and she’s all mine—at least for tonight.
“Is that?” she asks, eyes trained on my thigh, right on the tattoo that once upon a time was only a rock surrounded by waves—now, it’s complete.
“A lighthouse,” I whisper, rendering her speechless. A small lighthouse sitting at the top of the rock, with an H as the lightbulb. “I told you. My beacon of light,you.”
She gasps, emotion filling her eyes, but I want to do more than just let her see the little tattoo I got in her honor. I needed her permanently imprinted on my skin, just like she is in my heart too.
My hands explore her body, from her toes, up her thighs, caressing her hips and caging her in.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper against her lips, aligning my dick with her entrance. I tease and tease but don’t enter her, and she lets out a grunt.
“You already said that. Now, fuck me.Please.”
What I wouldn’t give this woman. I thrust into her hard, feeling her walls tighten around me immediately. Her lips part when a gasp escapes her, and I all but whimper. She’s soft and wet and warm. She closes her eyes as she takes it all. As she feels it all. Her back arches and her hands grip my hair, pulling it gently, pulling me to her. I’m letting her know with my body what I feel for her. How I feel about her. In this moment, she’s all I need.
“Fuck,” she moans as I hit the spot I know makes her feel good.
