“I’m so sorry for leaving you and not coming back when you told me you were pregnant. It was one of my biggest regrets. Faith, you have to know that.” Stroking her face, I lean in and hold my forehead to hers.
She nods but says nothing as her tears keep coming.
“I thought I would just get over it, but the newness of Utah wore off and things came crashing down on me. I had so much regret—leaving you, hurting you, imagining what you went through and not being there for you during it…” I say, chokingup a bit as I try to finish, but silence takes over as we hold each other. We’re finally comforting each other like we should have done years ago.
How could things have been different?
“Jude, it was awful. I thought about you and the baby every day for so long.” She tightens her grip on me. “Even now, the memory of that day is still there—even after all the therapy. The loss was deep, and it lingers to this day.”
“You are an amazing woman to have gone through all of it. I want to be here. I want us to heal together.”
I slowly lean up to look her in the eyes, seeing her hurt. Her sadness flickers through her eyes. Can she see I’m hurting, too? Carefully, I press my lips to hers. I love every single inch of this woman.
She pulls away, but only a fraction of an inch.
“I need you right now. Please,” she says.
The urge to pleasure her is unbearable. I move my attention downward and tease her clit. Her hips arch up—hard—against my mouth. The message is clear…she wants more.
“You like that?” I ask in a raspy voice. I’m unable to control myself as her arousal invades my nostrils. I stroke my shaft a few times, and then I suck on her clit and slide my two fingers in. She is soaking wet, and it entices me to keep moving them.
Her breath is ragged as I move my fingers slowly in and out of her and make circles on her clit with my thumb. Feeling her body respond to me, I stroke myself, thinking about being inside of her. I drag my tongue over her clit while she grinds her pussy against me. Sucking in the sensitive bud, I swirl my tongue around it.
Her hips are moving with each thrust of my fingers. I curl them upward and she moans. “Oh, my…Jude. It feels…” She doesn’t finish as I move my tongue down to her entrance.
I throw her legs over my shoulders and slide my arms under her ass as I begin fucking her pussy with my tongue. I groan and my cock twitches. She grinds herself on my face, faster and faster as she fists the sheets, moaning and panting.
“Jude,” she says breathlessly.
As she grabs my head and holds it tight, she continues to rock her hips up to my face. She screams and her body clenches, and then she convulses as she comes all over my face. Coming down from the high, she continues to grind my face, getting every last bit of ecstasy out of her body. She releases my head, and I come up for air with one last swipe of her clit.
She hits me on my shoulder for that one. “Hey,” she whines.
She tightens a hold on my head and brings me to her face. “That was…Wow!”
Then, with one swift movement, she shoves me to my back.
THIRTY-FIVE
FAITH
His erection stands, begging for my mouth. I gently stroke his balls while grabbing his cock at the base and squeezing. He’s getting harder, which I didn’t think was possible. Grabbing my scrunchie off my wrist, I shove my hair up into a bun. I dip my head down and swirl his head into my mouth. The taste and the musky scent makes me want to deep throat him, but I take my time. I want to show him that I can take care of him, too.
I glance up to meet his eyes that are full of desire.
“Faith, your hot mouth feels amazing,” he says, sliding his fingers through my hair to lightly grab my head. He allows me to do the work but gently pulls my head down.
Lifting my head to the tip, I flatten my tongue against the underside of his shaft. He grunts and pushes my head so his cock slides a little farther into my mouth. My clit throbs, and I want to grind my pussy against him. Instead, I claw one hand up to his chest and scratch my nails over every muscle from his chest to his abs.
With his hard, thick cock in my mouth, it’s making it harder to not lose control. Then, I say the hell with it and deep throat his erection. My breasts feel fuller, and my nipples tighten intohard pebbles. I lick him in long, languid strokes with my tongue, swirling at the top and sliding back down.
“I need to be inside of you,” he says in a gruff tone.
His confession makes me move faster and suck his cock harder. I’m dripping wet, and I’m not sure how long I’ll last before I take matters into my own hands and slam myself onto his cock. I feel him tensing, and then he grabs my head tightly.
“I need to be inside of you. Please,” he begs.
Slightly tilting my head upward, I see his half-hooded eyes…that’s it. I’m definitely riding him. His eyes greet me like I’m someone to be worshipped. I take him into my hand and slide his head over my clit. With his cock in my hand, I massage my clit. As the pressure builds in my core, I slide down onto him and let out a loud moan. I arch my back while cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples.
