She said, her voice giddy.
"Because you're just beautiful, and I'm so fucking happy you're here." I breathed.
She smiled, slurping up the pasta from her fork, leaving small dots of sauce in the corners of her mouth.
"And I'm happy to be here with you too."
We finished dinner. I helped her with the kitchen cleanup. I let the maid go just before we arrived some months ago while everyone in the house was recovering. Tomorrow, I will reinstate her position. I was going to treat Kit as she should be treated. Like a queen. No housework or cooking for my kryptonite. She was looking forward to going back to work, and I was all for it. She was a talented graphic designer, and I wouldn't want her creativity to go to waste.
With full bellies and half-filled glasses of wine, we drifted to the couch. Tune claimed Kit's lap immediately, purring happily. She scratched behind his ears, her eyes soft.
"He missed you," I said quietly.
She looked up, meeting my gaze. I missed him, and you."
Those three words hit harder than any bullet could have.
"I missed you too, Kitten."
She shifted closer until she was pressed against me, her head tucked under my chin. My hand found its way into her hair, stroking slowly and steadily.
When she tilted her face up, her green eyes searched mine, uncertain, but wanting. "Atlas…." Her voice splintered, and she swallowed hard. "I don't want to be afraid anymore."
I cupped her jaw, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "There's nothing to fear, Kitten." You're back where you belong—with me."
Her lips parted, and then she leaned in. The kiss was hesitant at first, like a test. I kissed her slowly, patiently; she melted into it. Her hands clutched at my shirt, pulling me closer like she needed the contact to breathe.
I lifted her into my arms easily, carrying her into the bedroom. I laid her down gently, hovering above her, giving her space to stop me if she chose to. She didn't. Instead, she whispered, "I want you, Atlas. I'm feeling so much better now."
Something fierce broke loose in my chest. I kissed her again, deeper this time, but still carefully. My hands mapped the shape of her body as if I were touching her for the first time. I removed her top, throwing it to the floor. Bringing my lips to her pebbled nipple, I sucked gently. I didn't want to start off with rough sex. I wasn't sure if she was ready for kinky play yet. It's only been four months since she landed back in my arms.
She arched her back, moaning my name. "Oh, your lips feel so good, Atlas. I fucking love you so much."
I removed her shorts and thong, tossing them aside. My mouth traveled down her stomach, kissing and nibbling her goose-bumped flesh.
"Bite me, Atlas." She begged.
I lifted my head. "Are you sure, Kitten?"
She smiled between groans.
"I'm fucking sure. I'm crazy about you, and I'm ready to take my life back. Now bite me!"
She didn't have to ask twice.
"Open those fucking legs. I want to taste that pussy."
She obeyed, spreading her thighs wide. I could see faint little scars where Juan had whacked her with the cane, but I ignored them. I licked and bit the marked flesh. This was all mine. No other man will ever touch her again. She moaned loudly as I continued nibbling on her soft skin.
My tongue finally found its way to her sweet spot. I licked the tiny knot, bringing a loud gasp from her lips. "Oh, God….yes!" She breathed in short gasps.
I massaged her clit with my tongue. Never wavering. I sucked and licked the erect little button, working her up to an orgasm. "Yessss….that's It, just like that, Atlas. You're going to make me cum."
My tongue flicked across her swollen knot, keeping the right amount of pressure on thespot.
She lifted her hips off the bed, grinding against my face. I held both of her thighs tightly, while still feasting between her legs. My fucking cock was as hard as a rock. I felt it throbbing against the mattress. My balls ached for release. Without warning, she grabbed both sides ofmy head with her hands, pushing my head back from between her thighs.
Shit. She must be having a flashback.
