Freedom pleaded with me with his mouth as his kiss deepened and his hand swept under my hair to caress my nape, and I allowed my emotions to overrule any further thought. My tongue tangled with his as my hands found the bottom of his t-shirt and I started lifting it, breaking the kiss long enough for the material to go over his head. We reached for each other’s lips, desperate to remain connected. His tongue, damn his glorious tongue, rolled and toyed with my mouth while his right hand expertly unzipped the back of my dress.
The material fell around my feet as I proudly stood there in my black push-up bra and matching thong, inviting the heat and hunger of his gaze that left a burning trail from my face to my feet. Freedom walked around me slowly, unbuckling his belt and completely disrobing. He stopped behind me and clutched my waist, dragging me to him. My ass pressed against his throbbing erection. One hand unclipped my bra while the other cupped my mound, and his finger played with my button.
He tugged on my stiff nipple and quietly demanded, “Wrap your arms around my neck and keep them there.”
Gladly, I did his bidding, and he slipped a condom into my hand. My legs were starting to quiver from the unrelenting pressure of my swollen clit that his finger languidly explored.
My moans became louder and louder as he dipped and probed, rained kisses with his lips and tongue down my neckand my shoulders, all while tweaking my nipple and massaging my breast. His soft urging to come for him became my undoing. I clasped my wrists together as the sexual tension that’d been building since our eyes collided from across the crowded room at our reunion, unleashed.
He added a finger as he thrust and thrust, grazing my clit every fucking time until I lost control and he held me up by the waist, slowing his fingers until my yells became whimpers. My head flopped on his strong shoulder, my arms dropped to my sides, and I kissed the side of his neck, totally satiated.
Or so I thought.
Freedom hugged me from the back, while kissing my neck, and slowly walked us to the bedroom, where he lay me down on his king bed. His tongue briefly tasted my clit on its way to the space between my breasts, and my sex clenched with desire and need. The heaviness of his body on top of mine comforted me. He took his time with each breast, kneading, caressing, tasting, and loving them. I squeezed my thighs together to prevent my second orgasm when he had yet to penetrate me.
I closed my eyes and rubbed the soft hair on his head as he worshipped my body, appreciating every nook, scar, and fullness. His touch had always pleased me, and years later, it ignited unquenchable fires through my body, desperate for his fervor and attention. I needed this man like I needed the air to breathe.
“Please…I want you so bad. I want to feel you inside of me again.” I tugged on the curls at the top of his head, and he gazed up at me. “I’ve missed you for too damn long.”
“I’ve missed you more.” He moved higher on my body and reached for the condom I still held. “I’ve never stopped loving you.”
Tears sprang from my eyes and trickled down my face. “And I never stopped loving you, too.”
Freedom closed his eyes and exhaled as he opened them. He covered himself and, while staring into my eyes, entered me, inch by delicious inch. My pussy eagerly welcomed his thickness and length, and I crossed my ankles over his ass. Craving the feel of his heaviness and his warm chest on top of my breasts. The friction of my nipples against his muscled chest only added to the erotic heat of his powerful strokes. Each thrust demanded my all, leaving me no room for misgivings or regret.
Our hearts demanded that we meet again despite everything.
He made love to me, savoring the moment that we may never get again…the moment that took fifteen years to happen. Listening to the sounds of my pleasure, Freedom increased his rhythm, more and more as the storm twirling tighter and tighter inside of me begged for a release.
“Please,” I begged again, unable to take much more of his heavenly fucking.
He pumped even harder and faster, barely breaking a sweat, determined to make me scream.
“Oooh, your dick feels so good. You feel so good.” I exclaimed right before my climax stole my breath.
In the last throes of my ecstatic completion, he gripped my thighs, rising slightly to pound me thoroughly, roughly, and unrelentingly until his bellowed release matched my scream.
One hand restedon the curve of my back, and the other tangled in my hair as I lay on his chest. He broke the comforting silence. “I can tell you’re already leaving me. Your mind isn’t here with me.”
“I could never hide from you,” I whispered. We’d been entwined for what felt like hours after our bodies were spent from the strenuous lovemaking.
“No, you couldn’t. Just like I couldn’t hide from you.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re crying because you believe tonight is all we have, and that’s not true.”
“It is.” I kissed the center of his chest. “You’re not supposed to be with me. Everything happened as it was supposed to happen. Me here, raising your son, and you’re out there blessing the world with your talent and gifts. You bring so much joy to so many people. I used to wonder why you didn’t try harder to be with me before I questioned myself about why I didn’t try harder. Neither of us really tried to be together because we’re living the lives we are meant to live.”
“Bullshit. We would’ve found a way to make it happen, had I known about Jamie.”
“Freedom, stop fighting what we both know is the truth. You would not have this level of success with a baby and me strapped to your back. We were teenagers.”
“Okay, say that it’s true, we’re here together now.”
“And what? I leave Kody after thirteen years. We work on being this couple when the spotlight is still your calling? Are you okay with a long-distance relationship while you’re on the road because I have two sons who need stability?”
“Whatever it takes. Until I found out about you and Jamie, I had a void. Fucking too many women and high or drunk most of the time. Why do I want to go back to that? I don’t have to tour anymore. I have more than enough money to build something here in Dallas.”
“Peace told me about your world tour with Zo Taylor.”
His brow furrowed. “And? We haven’t finalized shit.”
