It was full of love, passion, and want, but on a deeper level than anything we’d experienced. After knowing my deepest insecurities, she not only accepted me exactly like I was, she showed me she wanted me for the man I am.
It was in the way her arms wrapped around my neck and the way her hand weaved into my hair. The way her legs were around mine, urging me forward, holding me close. And I knew what I felt—I never wanted to be apart from her again.
So I rocked into her, showing her exactly that.
I kept my mouth on hers, licking her lips, sucking her tongue, owning her lips, and fucking kissing her for all I was worth. My hips fell into a slow, lazy pattern, feeling every sensation as her pussy gripped my cock. It was then I realized we weren’t fucking. There was no urgency, no rush for us to finish or chase our orgasms. Instead, we were making love, connecting on a deeper level, feeling more with each other. And I fucking loved it. We were letting ourselves feel more than just fucking. We were becoming one, searing our souls together.
“I love your mouth,” I said, breaking away from her lips to pepper kisses along her jaw and neck.
“I love yours more,” she answered, tilting her head to give me better access to her glistening skin. She gave my hair a sharp yank, drawing my lips back to hers and thrusting her tongue in my mouth. I lifted one of her hands above her head, pinning it in place, and reached between us to squeeze her breast. She exhaled my name and propped her legs on the mattress, giving me a deeper angle.
“Fuck, Mark. Just like that.”
I squeezed harder, moving my hand to pinch her nipple and threading my fingers into the hand pinned above her head.
“Yes, baby. Tell me what you need. What you want.”
“You, Mark. I need you,” she whispered, squeezing her thighs against me as I palmed her tit harder.
“Make me come on your cock, Mark. I’ve missed this, you. Please show me, let me feel you. All of you.”
She moved her hips, and I let go of her breast, grabbing her other hand and pinning both above her head. My hips took over like they had a mind of their own as her panting grew shorter and her moans got louder. Her fingers dug into mine, and I leaned down, biting her neck, sucking her tits, licking along the length of her collarbone.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, and I pushed harder, deeper inside of her.
“Fuck, again. More, Mark.”
I wanted to slow down, make it last, prolong our pleasure, but my hips had a mind of their own. They followed the signals of the writhing, sexy woman pinned beneath me. I moved my lips back to her tits and, with one last hard thrust, I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Her back arched off the bed, and I felt her pussy contract around my cock. I let go and threw my head back as I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.
Fuck, she’s tight.
My hips pounded at an ungodly pace, thrust after thrust, plunging into her.
“Yes. Yes, Mark. Fuck, Mark, I’m coming,” she yelled as her pussy squeezed my cock so hard my vision turned black, and I saw nothing but spots. All I felt was her. Her tight pussy made my balls pulse with white-hot pleasure, and my cock erupted as I came violently inside her.
I held her close, pressing my chest to her, drawing out our orgasms and every drop of pleasure until there was nothing left but quivering muscles, shaking breaths, and my cock, completely satisfied inside of her.
“Holy fuck,” I muttered, letting go of her hands and wrapping my arms around her before collapsing. I immediately sat up and tried to prop up my arms, so I didn’t squish her, but she pulled me back down, pressing my weight on top of her.
Her hands slowly traced up and down my back, nails lightly scratching my skin as she let out breathy little moans. I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in and pressing small kisses to her scorching skin.
“That… hell, Mark. That was everything,” she said, wrapping her arms tightly around me.
“You’re everything.”
I pushed myself off her and leaned down for a kiss before rolling to the side. My spent cock slipped out, and I ached at the loss, but she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. Her kiss made me feel like I could finally breathe for the first time since I left her. Like she was breathing life back into me.
I stood up and made my way to the bathroom, switching on the light and running a washcloth under the facet. I glanced at my reflection. I saw dark circles under my eyes, but I also saw red scratches on my biceps and a grin that wouldn’t disappear.
It was her.
It had always been her.
I walked back from the bathroom, holding the warm washcloth for Jenna and taking my time cleaning her before tossing the washcloth back toward the bathroom.
“I’m going to need to take you again real soon. But lay with me for a little while, first. I want to hear all about the clinic and tell you about a room in the house you’re going to love.”
“I’d like that,” she answered, turning around to wrap her arms around my neck and plant a wet kiss on my lips.
