“It’s nothing,” she said, trying to wriggle out of my arms.
Yeah, bullshit to that.
Rolling her under me, I pinned her to the mattress with my hips. “Nuh-uh,” I told her, brushing her hair from her face. Damn, my girl was beautiful, even without a scrap of makeup on, sporting the freshly-fucked look she was stunning. “You have something you want to say, then I wanna know.”
“It’s nothing really.” She tried dodging.
“Marshmallow… tell me.”
With a heavy huff, Kellie rolled her eyes, and I saw where our daughter got it from. Cassie might’ve looked like me, but she got her sass from her mother. God help me. There were two of them.
“I just… I never thought we’d get back here. After everything…”
“Me either,” I admitted honestly without hesitation.
“But I’m happy we did.”
“Sweetheart, I’m over the fucking moon we found our way back. And you better believe I’m not letting you go again. Never. Ever.”
“You sound pretty determined.” Kellie smiled as her nails dug into the cheeks of my ass, pulling my groin in line with hers, making my dick twitch to life. I may have just blown my load twice, but my dick didn’t seem to care. This close to heaven, and he was wide awake and raring to go.
“The only way you’re getting rid of me, Kellie Louise Knight, is after I’ve taken my last breath,” I informed her, hating the way her eyes watered at my words. Needing to lighten things up, I pushed on. “And even then, I might still haunt your sexy ass.”
Kellie giggled as she pushed up onto her elbows and kissed me innocently. It might have been a quick peck on the lips, but there was absolutely nothing innocent about the way my body was reacting to her. When Kellie flopped back against the pillows with her dark, lust-filled eyes gazing up at me, I groaned and rolled off her.
“Where are you going?” she asked, surprise filling her voice, not that I could blame her.
Her eyes slid down my body, pausing at my dick, her mouth falling open, and her perfect pink tongue sneaking out and moistening her lips, leaving them shiny and completely fuckable. This woman would be the death of me but what a way to go. The way she was eye-fucking me had me wanting to pounce on her. I couldn’t imagine a time when I wouldn’t want her.
Needing to break the spell she was putting me under, I threw my head back and rubbed at my eyes with the palms of my hands, a feral groan being torn from the back of my throat.
“I’m going to turn on the shower. I got you all dirty, so now I need to clean you up,” I told her, taking a step back.
“You don’t like me dirty?” Kellie pouted as she threw off the blankets and trailed her finger down the center of her chest before circling a taut nipple that begged for my attention.
Ignoring the throbbing in my balls, I took a deep breath. “I love you dirty, Kellie, you know that. But right now, I need to get you all cleaned up so I can dirty you up again.” I hissed as her hand trailed lower, past her belly button, pausing at the top of the landing strip of hair leading to my very own version of heaven.
“Woman, you’re fucking killing me,” I mumbled, stomping into the bathroom, her sweet, sexy giggle following my retreating ass.
I waited until the room was full of steam before I went back and pried Kellie from the bed and carried her into the bathroom.
“I can walk, you know,” Kellie sassed me but made no attempt to wriggle out of my arms.
Setting her down, I pulled open the door, a cloud of steam engulfing us. “Is it hot?” Kellie asked.
“Do you mean your hot or my hot?”
“Well…” Kellie chewed on her bottom lip and looked up at me through hooded eyes.
“Get your sexy ass in there and find out,” I challenged, swatting her ass with my palm, the noise echoing off the tiles.
“Ouch!” she squeaked, stepping under the water and moaning. A sound that did not help my dick deflate at all.
Following her in, I winced as the water scalded my skin, but I wasn’t about to complain. I had the girl of my dreams naked in front of me, water sliding down her body, and her lips parted slightly. It would take more than a little hot water to make me get out right now. A lot more.
I watched as Kellie reached for my body wash and squeezed a dollop in her palm. “Turn around,” she instructed as she rubbed her hands together working it into a soapy lather.
Doing as I was told, I turned away from her, only to feel her hands on my shoulders almost instantly. When her fingers pressed into the tight muscles, it was my turn to moan. This woman had to be a freaking witch. She certainly was magical from the way she worked my tired, aching muscles to the magical voodoo she’d spun on me all those years ago, completely ruining me for other women, not to mention that magical pussy I was addicted to.
