I pull her in close to me again, holding her against me, needing to comfort her with more than words.
She’s made me realize how strong she’d tried to be for me, that she tried to come to terms with me needing more than she could offer (actual fucking bullshit, by the way), and I remember now all those dates where I thought we were making progress, only to get brick-walled by her over and over again, and it’s all making too much sense.
Except I never wanted anything more than her. And I’ll never let her think that again.
“Promise me, Di. Promise me you’ll never sit on something like this again. I can tell you I never fucking will again, I swear it.”
She leans back to meet my gaze and nods her head in agreement. “I promise.”
And that’s it. I grip her face with both of my hands and pull her toward me, devouring her mouth with mine, claiming her. She has been mine since the moment we met, and it has beenwaytoo long since she’s been reminded of that.
TWENTY
CHANCE
My tongue forces her lips open and she moans as I sweep it past her lips, tasting her, retaking her mouth as mine. Her hand on my knee begins to work its way up my leg, and she brings the other one to my chest, pressing into the muscles there, almost caressing my pecs through my tee as she becomes acquainted with my body again. My dick twitches in response to her touch, balls tightening, and need fills my veins, running through every cell and nerve in my body.
It feels so fuckingrightto have her touching me again that I fucking groan into her mouth. I need hernow.
I lean forward, pressing her back, using one of my arms to hold up her body while the other steadies us on the couch as I lay her all the way back down on the cushioned surface, following her body with my own until I am crushing her beneath me, my lips still urgently moving against hers, our tongues dancing.
I know she can feel how much I want her now, and to make sure she knows what she does to me, I work my hips into hers a couple of times until I feel her shiver beneath me, feel her moan vibrate through my mouth more than I even hear it.
She’s a hardass, never one to outright apologize or admit when she’s wrong, and that extends to not admitting when she wants me after we’ve had a fight.
But that’s one of the best things about being married to the love of your life. You have the rest of time to learn all the things they love, all of their tells, their signs, the things that set them off and get them off, and I know hers pretty fucking well by now.
She can pretend to be all tough with me right now, but she’s fuckingdyingfor me to give her what she’s been missing. I pull away from our kiss, a smirk on my lips as I open my eyes and find hers absolutely fucking burning with want for me.
Finally.
That sight alone could make me blow. My dick was already hard as shit from knowing we turned this corner, but seeing what I’ve been missing in her eyes for so long, it might as well be a two-by-four right now.
My hands begin running up and down her body, tracing her curves, stroking her most sensitive areas as best I can while holding myself up on my elbows so I don’t suffocate her, but it’s fucking hard when all I want to do is feel every inch of her with my hands, my mouth, my cock.
One hand finds its way to her tits, and I play with her hard nipples through her pajama shirt, one after the other, so fucking thankful there aren’t any additional barriers between me and what I need right now.
“I’ve missed you, Di,” I whisper against her neck, urgently.
She moans in response, turning her head to run her tongue up my neck, and her hands move to the hem of my shirt, yanking at it in her haste to get it off of me. I sit back for half a second to help her tear it off of me, and come back down on top of her instantly.
My hands start finding her clothes, unbuttoning that silky top from the bottom all the way to her neckline. When I get the last button undone, it splits open, and her gorgeous tits are finally on display for me. I growl as I dive down and take one in my mouth, sucking on her beautiful rosy nipple as my hand plays with the other one, circling, tweaking, teasing her there.
It’s been so long since I’ve tasted them, gotten to play with them, I could stay here all fucking night. And you know what? I might.
I alternate between sides, licking, nibbling, sucking on each nipple in turn, until neither of us can take it anymore. I know she’s fucking soaked for me, I can tell by the way she’s writhing under me, trying to create friction between our bodies, and the way she’s reacting to what my mouth is doing to her right now.
I pump my hips into her again, my dick hitting that soft spot between her legs and, yep, I can feel the warmth even through her little silky shorts and my sweats. I pull back to peel those shorts off of her, and it takes some maneuvering as I can’t bring myself to give her enough space to take them off conveniently, butfuck it, I doubt I’ll be giving her more than a foot of space again anytime soon. I have a lot of lost time to make up for.
Sure enough, I can see the silken material is darker at the seam between her legs, a damp spot where it was touching her, where my hips ground into her. I toss the shorts to the ground and quickly take off my sweats, throwing them aside without caution or care, and fuck if I care where they land.
I have exactly one priority right now.
Make love to my wife.
I come down on top of her, hard, and our lips meet again. My hand trails down her chest, over one of her breasts and stomach, down to that sweet spot between her legs. I tease her for just a second, dragging my fingers down that soft skin, all the way down to the source of all that fucking wetness, before dipping a knuckle in and dragging some of that nectar of the gods up to work on her clit. She gasps at the sudden pressure.Yeah, baby. I’m not fucking around tonight.
One of her hands reaches for my dick, and I don’t get the chance to stop her before she wraps her hand around it firmly. My dick fuckingjumpsas she begins pumping me. My entire body quivers, my dick as solid as I can ever remember it feeling before.
