“If it means I’ll be with you, yes." Her hands landed softly on my cheeks, beautiful eyes searching my face. “Love me,” she practically begged, her words no more than a whisper.
I gulped, my heart an erratic mess as I kissed her hand. “Baby, I’m going to worship you.”
She inhaled sharply when my mouth fell upon her throat again, and I sucked a line down her neck, her skin prickling seamlessly with those tiny red dots. Fuck, if I could mark her entire body like this, if I could write my name and brand the pattern of my hands and lips into her flesh, it still might not be enough.
I scooped her onto my waist again, holding her secured legs as I entered the bedroom, massaging her ass through those tight leggings. Gods, I would rip them off her if it meant having her sooner. Her bare skin against mine intoxicated my soul. Everywhere wasn't enough. I wanted to embed myself in her until we were a single entity, and I wasn't even sure that would suffice this thirst for her.
Her nails were on my scalp, tearing at my skin as she let herself succumb to everything we were. Chills erupted all over my body. I spanked her ass, my dick straining already from her feel and the beautiful little noises she made.
Her back hit the mattress, though neither of us could stop kissing the other. Not even when she backed up to the headboard and her legs bent around me. Not even when I took a second to slow down and clench her waist, bruising her skin. I settled between her delectable thighs, her covered breasts heaving against my chest, the lace scratching my skin as my hips ground into hers.
She moaned my name in that desperate whimper when I reached behind her to unhook her bra, and when I pulled back enough to admire her now-naked body, I had to curse myself.
“Fucking Styx, Chloe,” I said, staring at her bare tits, her soft stomach. She had a new sunflower tattoo wrapped beneath the underside of her left breast and around her ribcage. Gods, she was sexier than I remembered—utter perfection.
And wholly mine.
A slight smirk lifted her lips, and I couldn’t help my fingers grasping around her breast. I was drawn to them and every part of her mind, body, and soul.
“Did you both miss me?” I said aloud, still staring at her breasts.
Chloe snorted. “Are you talking to my tits?”
“Absolutely, baby.” I bent lower, taking her perked nipple into my mouth and sucking. Her back arched off the bed, hands hugging my head to her chest. I licked every stretch mark and kissed every inch of them. “Don’t worry,” I whispered against her nipple. “I’m home, and you’ll never be neglected again.”
“Gavin!” Her laughter was like beautiful music. She pulled me by my hair to kiss her smiling lips. That fucking laugh. Her fucking smile.
How was I so gods damned lucky to have her in my arms again?
We rolled over, and she landed straddle over my lap. I grasped her hips, sinking my hands beneath the waistband of her stretchy pants, and as she kissed me, I squeezed her flesh. Fuck, I had missed her filling up my hands.
I was obsessed with every inch of her.
She groaned into my mouth, her breasts brushing my chest. With every insatiable move of her hips against my dick, I lost a little more of my mind. Her teeth dragged over my bottom lip, and I sucked in sharply. I was straining against my pants, unsure if I would last very long with the feel of her body on mine again.
I rolled us over again and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as I bent to bite her throat and dip my hand beneath her pants. She whimpered and angled her hips up when I reached her pussy, and as I felt her wetness, I cursed in her neck.
“Shit, baby,” I hissed. “You’re fucking drenching.”
“I missed you,” she said, her mouth sagging as I rolled her clit.
My fucking gods, I had missed her too.
I released her wrists to sit back on my knees, then grabbed her pants and worked them off. She lifted her hips to help, and when she was completely bare, I swallowed as I admired my once wife.
Wife.
Shit, that word had me ready to sink inside her.
My lips slammed onto hers, hips moving against her leg as I dipped my finger in her cunt.Shit. My dick ached from not being inside her yet. I sucked her jaw again, every slide of my finger atop her hardened clit making her arch into me. She grabbed my pants' waistband and pushed, and I obliged her eagerness by helping her pull them off.
Before I could make her lay down further so I could sink my tongue inside her, she pushed on my chest, forcing me to my back as she bent down, her knees and ass by my chest, her breasts brushing against my left hip. And when her lips wrapped around the tip of my already straining cock, I shuddered into the mattress.
“Fucking gods,” I muttered at her tongue swirling around me. "Shit, Chloe." I reached out and gave her ass a loud smack, then gripped it firmly, and she groaned around me. Gods, she was going to have me undone. One look down, and I had to shut my eyes. My dick disappearing into her mouth was enough to send me spiraling.
“Greedy girl,” I said, straining to not come down her throat. “You just couldn’t wait to have my dick in your mouth, could you?” I asked as I sank a finger inside her.
She hummed around me in response, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Shit,” I groaned. I lifted my hips, prompting her to choke slightly before threading my hand in her hair. Her lashes lifted to look at me, and every time she swallowed my cock, I plunged that digit inside her aching pussy.
