I see fucking stars, and when her lips wrap around my length, my hips buck off the couch in response.
Holyfuckingshit.It’s been far too long since I’ve been given a blow job and her lips feel like heaven. There’s no way I’m going to last.
Knowing I need to do something to distract myself from the pleasure overload her mouth is providing, I grip Tae’s hips and hover her above my face.
“Sit down and ride my fucking face, Tae,” I command before placing her exactly where I’ve been dying to have her.
Within seconds of her pussy gracing my lips, she gets back to work, her head bobbing up and down my length, and it becomes a battle of who can make the other come first. I’ve got to remind myself not to finger her while I’m eating her out the way I know she loves because she hasn’t been cleared for any penetration yet. But that doesn’t mean I can’t drive her crazy in other ways.
My hands wrap around her thighs, spreading them wider to gain better access. Just as I’m finding a rhythm she loves—if her moans vibrating against my cock tell me anything—Tae brings me to the back of her throat and the feel of her gagging around my length is enough to make me come right then and there.
I lift her hips slightly and warn, “Fuck, T. I’m going to come, baby.”
That only further spurs her on, and her lips suction my cock just perfectly, sending me spiraling into an orgasm that almost turns into an out-of-body experience.
When I’m able to actually feel my limbs again, I slide out from where Taevin is kneeling above me and quickly lay her on her back.
I shoulder my way between her thighs and turn into a man obsessed, my sole focus on giving my wife the pleasure she deserves. There’s a cadence that drives Tae wild, and when I find it, it’s not long before she’s coming undone beneath me. The taste of her release on my tongue is like an addict getting his first hit after being sober for years.
“Fuck. I’ve missed the taste of your sweet pussy,” I tell her as I kiss a path up her stomach and over her breasts.
Lacing her fingers into the hair at the back of my head, Taevin pulls me to her mouth for a slow, sensual kiss that has my hips rocking involuntarily against hers, making my cock harden again.
“You always had a way with words that made me feel like I was an exception or something,” Tae whispers against my lips.
She tries to pull me back in for another kiss but I stop her by pulling back so I can stare into her eyes. “You are my exception, Tae. You have been from the moment I laid eyes on you sitting alone on that pew at the very front of the church. I know love at first sight is something people think is made up, but I can promise you that you were my exception from the very first time I saw you. I haven’t been with another woman since that day because there has never been another that’s nearly as exceptional as you are.”
Tae’s brows draw together in confusion. “What do you mean not since that day? That doesn’t even make sense. There were dozens and dozens of pictures of you kissing women over the years posted on social media. Those very photos of you would send me spiraling.”
Nuzzling my face into her neck, I rake my teeth along her sensitive flesh and murmur, “It makes perfect sense. I kissedthose women to get your attention, though it never seemed to work the way I intended. After a while, I realized that and from there on out I didn’t even try. But it was never more than kissing, and only if I knew it would be blasted on social media in hopes that it would reach you.”
Tae scoffs. “So, let me get this straight . . . you thought making it look like you’d moved on with dozens of women would send me running back to you?”
Propping myself up on my elbow, I hover above her and get lost in her chocolate eyes.
“Back then I was so mad at you for leaving me, I had hoped that me kissing someone else would tear you up so much that you’d come back to me—even if it were just to yell at me—I was desperate for anything you’d give me. Then when you didn’t, the only way to satiate my need for you was to go to as many of your performances as I could over the years,” I admit, hoping like hell she hears the sincerity in my tone.
Tae cups my cheek and rubs her thumb up and down my cheek in a loving way, but when our eyes connect, hers are filled with pain I wasn’t anticipating to see. She worries her lips together before letting out a shuttered sigh. “I wish I could say I did the same, but that’s unfortunately not the case. Your actions and seeing them all over social media sent me spiraling further than I already was after the miscarriage. I drank heavily for nearly two years in an attempt to drown out the grief. And when I drank, the loneliness would take over and I’d make poor decisions like allowing other men into my bed.” Her voice cracks and tears slide down her cheeks.
Even though it pains me to know she’d moved on temporarily, I can’t for one minute blame her. Everyone in my life thought I was insane holding onto the ghost of her for all those years. I can’t even begin to put myself in her shoes at that time.
“Jackson, you have to know that if I knew we were still married, even though we were separated, I never would’ve done that. God, what you must think of me—” she starts before I swiftly cut her off.
“Baby, no. Please don’t do that. It’s not like you cheated, we weren’t together. There were no vows you had to uphold when you thought we were no longer married. If anyone is sorry, it’s me. I should’ve refused to let you walk out on me. I should’ve been there for you.”
Taevin presses two finger tips to my lips and hushes me. “Shh. I don’t want to do this again. We need to agree to leave the past in the past and move forward together. Yes, we both made mistakes that cost us years together, which is exactly why I don’t want to waste another minute I have on this earth without you. Will you promise me?”
I stare down at her, taking in every little feature and detail of her face that has changed over our time apart so I can commit this moment to memory. “I promise, baby,” I rasp out.
“Me too,” she whispers and then tugs on my neck so we can seal our promises with a kiss that feels as though it separates time into then and now. A kiss in which I can feel Taevin clinging as desperately to me as I do her, the way I hope we always will from here on out.
For I will love this woman until my dying breath and in every eternity beyond this life.
24
Then
“Your hands are shaking, baby. Are you sure about this?” Jax asks, holding my hands in his as we wait outside the courtroom for our names to be called.
