Arsel put his hands on the sides of my face and pulled me in for a kiss.
It was slow and sensual and made my nipples press against my shirt. Arsel knew how to kiss and make me feel it throughout my entire body. It had been months since we kissed, but our tongues got reacquainted as if no time had passed.
Arsel trailed a hand down my back and gripped my ass. I moaned into his mouth as I pushed my hips forward.
“Can I make love to you, baby?” Arsel asked when he broke the kiss.
“Yes, please.” I leaned back and pulled my shirt off.
Arsel palmed my breasts and rubbed his thumb over my pebbled nipples. I reached down and fumbled with the waistband of his pants to free his dick. His eyes bore into mine, sending heat through my body.
“Stand up for me.” Arsel’s command came out rough and caused my juices to flow.
I climbed off his lap and stood in front of him. Arsel ran his hand up the back of my legs, then pulled my pajama pants and panties down.
Our eyes locked, and Arsel still looked at me the same way he did the first day we met. Like he would do any and everything for me, and to me.
Once I was naked, Arsel sat back and pulled his pants all the way down. With his dick free, he gripped it and stared into my eyes.
My mouth watered when precum leaked out as he stroked it.
“I know that look, but that’s not what we doing tonight. Come sit.”
Without any hesitation from me, I climbed back into Arsel’s lap and eased down on his dick.
We both let out a sigh as I sank all the way down.
“Shit, baby.” Arsel groaned.
My hips moved slowly because neither of us was in a rush. Months had passed since I felt my husband inside of me, and I wanted to savor the moment.
“You feel so good.” I moaned.
Arsel gripped my hips and guided me as I rocked back and forth.
“And so do you. I miss this pussy.” Arsel captured my lips and bucked his hips harder beneath me.
Without losing our connection, he flipped us over so my back was on the couch.
He moved slowly in and out of me as our kiss continued. Tears filled my eyes because I missed him so much. We’d never been apart from each other for as long as we had, and I prayed we never went that long again.
No others word needed to be exchanged as Arsel stared into my eyes and made love to me.
At some point, we made it upstairs. Arsel carried me to the bedroom we once shared and tucked me in like I was a baby. After he checked on Mikayla, he got in bed with me and pulled me close.
I fell asleep in his arms, and everything felt right.
“Look at this precious little girl.” My mom gushed when she opened the door for Mikayla and me.
She stepped back to give me space to enter the house.
“She’s been bathed already. Janiyah packed her some extra clothes,” I told her as I handed her the bag.
We walked into the living room, and my dad was in his favorite chair, watching the news. I sat on the couch with Mikayla and took her coat off.
“What’s up, Pops?”
“Hey, Son.”
