My heart swells with pride and love for this woman and for our daughter. I want to give them the world to make up for all the time I’ve missed.
“I’m glad you like it.” I step closer to her. “I want Maddie to have everything she needs. Everything she wants.”
Julie sets the elephant back on the shelf and wipes at her eyes. “You’re going to spoil her rotten, aren’t you?”
I grin, unashamed. “Absolutely.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “I should have known.”
The final stop on our tour is the master bedroom. I push open the door and usher Julie inside with a hand at the small of her back.
“And this,” I say with a flirtatious smile, “is our room. You’ll be sleeping here with me.”
Julie’s eyes widen at my bold statement, but I don’t back down. I know I’m being pushy, but I can’t help it. I’ve been away from her for too long, and I want her by my side.
“Blake,” she starts, her voice hesitant. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
I take a step closer, crowding into her space. “Why not? We’re meant to be together, Julie. You know it, and I know it.”
She bites her lip. “It’s just... It’s been so long. And there’s so much we still need to talk about.”
I reach out and cup her cheek in my hand. “We’ll figure it out. All of it. But right now, all I want is you.”
Before she can protest, I lean down and capture her lips with mine.
The kiss starts off slow and gentle, but it quickly ignites into something more.
Something hungry and desperate and full of need.
Julie melts into me, her hands fisting in my shirt as she pulls me closer. I wrap my arms around her waist and haul her against my body until there’s no space left between us.
I walk her backward until her legs hit the bed, and we tumble onto the mattress, our lips never breaking contact. My hands roam over her curves, relearning every dip and swell that I’ve dreamed about for months.
Julie arches into my touch, and a breathy moan escapes her lips as I trail kisses down her throat. I nip at her collarbone, soothing the sting with my tongue, and she shudders beneath me.
“Blake,” she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Please...”
I know what she needs, what she’s asking for. And I’m more than happy to oblige.
I slip my hand down into her leggings, skimming up the smooth skin of her thigh. She’s so soft, so responsive to my touch. It’s driving me wild.
I find the lacy edge of her panties and stroke her through the damp fabric, groaning at how wet she is for me already. Julie bucks her hips, seeking more friction.
“Do it. Hump my hand,” I encourage as I rub tight circles around her swollen clit. “Let me make you feel good, honey.”
I slip my fingers beneath her panties and tease her slick folds before slowly pushing one, then two digits inside her tight heat.
Julie cries out as her inner walls clench around me.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I grunt, pumping my fingers in and out as my thumb works her clit. “I need to taste you, Julie. Need to make you come on my tongue.”
Her answering moan is all the permission I need. I kiss my way down her body and pull down her leggings and panties in one go as I settle between her thighs.
The first swipe of my tongue through her folds has Julie arching off the bed, a stream of desperate pleas falling from her lips.
“Blake! Oh, yes. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. I lick and suck and tease until Julie is writhing against my mouth, her hands fisting in my hair almost painfully.
