Oh. My. God.
The tip of Ewan’s tongue licks over my swollen lips. Softly, at first, before splitting me open with a flattened tongue.
My hands go to his hair, and my hips move, demanding more pressure from his mouth.
How many nights have I lain in bed alone, and thought of this as I closed my eyes? How many nights did I reach for my vibrator?And it isn’t just the sex. How many nights did I wish I could take the hurt back just to feel this man next to me? Talking to me. Laughing with me. Gossiping with me. I spent so long thinking that if he wanted to fight for us, he should be the one to reach out first. Then, after more time passed, it felt too late. I felt naked and exposed and needy every time I picked up the phone and looked at his name. The last thing I ever wanted was to be seen as needy, even with my own husband. Pride is a hell of a thing.
And now he’s back, and I don’t even know if we work, yet. But this still works. This right here.
And I need this. So much.
Chapter
Thirteen
Ewan
I drag my tongue over her softness, letting her sweetness cover me.
My hands can’t get enough of her squeezable thighs. She’s just enough woman for me. And the only woman I want.
I remember making out with my wife’s pussy in stolen moments, between the demands of work and school, and even in between arguments.
Our wanting each other never changed.
I work my tongue over her core, and her gasps urge me on, as do her grasping fingers in my hair.
She tastes like home. Every drop fills me with everything I missed.
Softly, I take her swollen clit into my mouth and gently lick, over and over.
Maddie shrieks, coming for a second time, and so much harder.
She pushes my head away from her overstimulated parts, and I come up to fold her in next to my body.
As she shudders, I trace soft, lingering kisses over her pretty breasts, her rosy nipples. Her skin is pink and warm from all this attention, and I love the look of it. She melts into my kisses as I hold her close.
“I knew we could make this work,” I whisper.
“Wh-what?”
“I knew we could make it work,” I repeat in between kisses.
Maddie puts a hand on my chest and pushes me back. “Make…make what work?”
I pause, confused.
“This. Us. Our marriage.”
She stares at me for a long moment. And then she reaches for a throw blanket to cover herself.
“What’s wrong? What did I say?”
After shoving her shirt on, Maddie makes for the door. “I have to get out of here.”
I’m so confused. “Maddie, where are you going? What did I do?”
“I don’t know,” she breathes, sounding like she’s on the edge of bursting into tears.
