He exhaled like my words touched something he had been holding.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I meant that shit the first time I said it, and I mean it every time after. I should’ve listened. You told me what you needed, and I ain’t respect it.”
He looked at my legs then reached over and gently lifted my feet, placing them across his lap like it was second nature. His hands were big and warm around my ankles, and when he started rubbing slow circles into the arch of my foot, my whole body loosened.
“And I ain’t gon’ lie,” he said, still massaging me. “You not touchin’ me these past weeks been drivin’ me fuckin’ insane. But you was right. You had every right to feel how you felt.”
His thumbs pressed deeper into the soles of my feet, and a soft breath escaped me because damn… this man knew exactly what he was doing.
He looked up at me again, his eyes softer now. “You my everything, Pluto. Don’t shit in this house work without you. I know that. I been knowin’ that. And I ain’t tryna lose no pieces of you just ‘cause I’m a hardheaded nigga who think love mean doin’ whatever I feel like.”
He lifted my foot and pressed a slow kiss against the top of it. The gesture was so gentle and tender that my throat warmed instantly.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you too, mama,” he said, rubbing my foot again, slower this time.
We talked a little longer about the kids and how Zurie wanted him to come to her father-daughter dance, and he promised he would wear a tie just because she liked when he dressed up. He told me about Club 9 Dining and how Renza had gotten into it with a chef again, and I told him about Zurie’s class project and how Kaylon had finally rolled over by himself today.
The wine was warm in my system, and the night was soft around us.
I finished my glass and set it aside, then stood and walked inside, knowing he was following without even looking back.
When he reached me at the edge of the bed, I touched the side of his face gently.
“I want you,” I said.
His eyes flicked to mine to make sure I meant it. “You sure?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’m sure.”
The look he gave me right then felt like the ground shifted. He lifted me easily and laid me back against the sheets, his hands sliding over my gown as he kissed me slow and deep like he had been starving for it. His mouth moved over mine witha hunger he didn’t try to hide, and the second his lips found my bottom one, he sucked it into his mouth and kissed me so passionately my whole body softened beneath him.
The tension between us melted away as he pushed the gown up, and his body moved over mine with a tenderness that felt brand new. His weight settled between my legs, and when he pressed his chest to mine, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders automatically, needing every inch of him close.
He kissed my chin, then the corner of my mouth, then the bridge of my nose, moving slow and deep like he needed to reacquaint himself with every part of me. Then he slid down to my neck, sucking my skin into his mouth until I breathed his name in a shaky whisper. He kissed along my collarbone, then came back up to my lips, kissing me again like he couldn’t stop himself.
“I missed you baby,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice low and heavy. “I missed my wife. I missed my pussy. I missed everything about you.”
I rubbed the back of his neck gently because his voice cracked just enough for me to feel it in my stomach. His forehead rested against mine, and he kissed me again, slower this time, and deeper, like he was apologizing in a language only our bodies understood.
He pushed his sweats down and slid his dick inside me raw because that was us, and the moment he entered me, both of us let out quiet sounds we couldn’t control. My legs wrapped around him tight, and he slid one hand underneath my thigh to pull me closer while he buried himself fully, pressing his chest into mine until our hearts felt synced.
He moved slow at first, deep and intentional, letting each stroke settle into me like he was reminding my body who it belonged to. His lips stayed on mine, then drifted to my jaw,then my neck, kissing me again and again until my breath trembled.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I hate the space we had between us. I hated sleepin’ alone. I hated not touchin’ you.”
The words hit me at the same time his hips pushed forward in a slow, heavy thrust that made my back arch. He gripped the back of my thigh tighter, pulling me up into him so every inch of his dick slid deeper. His apology didn’t stop at his mouth. It was in the way his body moved, and in the way he pushed into me like he was trying to erase every inch of distance we let sit between us.
He whispered again against my neck, his breath warm and shaky. “I’m sorry, baby” and his hips met mine in another deep stroke that made my legs lock around him. He kept thrusting through the words, letting each sorry sink inside me with the weight of his body behind it.
His chest pressed into mine as he moved, his lips brushing my skin, his voice rough and breaking in the middle of his rhythm. He wasn’t just talking. He was giving it to me like his apology lived in his hips. Each time he said he hated sleeping alone, his dick dragged against a spot inside me that made my breath push out in a tremble. Every time he whispered that he missed touching me, he rolled his hips in a way that had my nails pressing into his back.
His strokes grew heavier, more emotional, more deliberate, but he never sped up. He stayed in that deep, apologetic pace that made it feel like he was pouring himself into every movement.
He kissed the side of my neck and whispered it again, softer but deeper this time, “I’m sorry for hurtin’ you baby.” And with that whisper, he pushed his dick all the way into me and held himself there, his breath shaking, and his forehead restingagainst my cheek. He kept grinding slow, tight thrusts that made pleasure pull through my stomach until I could barely breathe.
His voice dropped lower, and rougher like it was so close to breaking. “I hated not bein inside you, baby. I hated not feelin’ you hold me.” His hips rolled again, deep enough to make my legs shake around him. “I need you.”
