“Morgan,” I hissed.
She closed her eyes tight and then they popped open. She stood up and said dismissively, “Go away. I don’t have time for a brain tumor.”
I grabbed her arm to stop her from walking away.
“What the fuck are you talking about, baby?”
“You’re not really here. You’re a hallucination, which means I probably have a brain tumor. And honestly, I’d rather just not know. I can’t take anymore.”
I pulled her against me and whispered, “I’m not a hallucination, baby.”
I leaned in and kissed her lips. Lips I hadn’t tasted in too fucking long. She reached for my chest, and I held her hands. I wasn’t ready for her to see what I was hiding.
“Jude,” she whimpered.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” I whispered, desperate for her forgiveness.
My hands moved to her head, sliding through her hair, and I held her in place as I took her mouth.
Seven years without her.
Seven years of lost time.
Seven years of me being so fucking stupid.
Her hands went to my belt, and she quickly undid my pants, reaching in and squeezing my cock. My groan was swallowed by her mouth.
“Fuck, Morgan, I’ve missed you so damn much.”
“I’ve missed you, Jude. Why did you leave?”
It was a question I couldn’t answer—not yet. I grabbed her hands, wrapped them around my neck, and lifted her off the floor, pressing her against the wall.
There would be plenty of time to talk later. Right now, I needed to feel her wrapped around my dick. Needed to slide into her warm, wet pussy.
My fingers brushed against her pussy. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”
I ripped her panties off her body while I kissed up her neck. She grabbed my hair and pulled my lips back to hers. I pressed my body against hers as my fingers played with her.
“Come for me, Morgan. Come on my fingers and I’ll give you my cock.”
She cried out my name when she came, and I quickly lined myself up at her entrance, watching her face as I pushed inside.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
I pulled back, achingly slowly, before slamming home. Over and over, I thrust into her pussy.
My pussy.
My wife.
I dug my fingers into her hips, knowing there would be bruises tomorrow. I didn’t care. I had my woman in my arms, my dick in her cunt, and nothing would stop me from coming inside her.
“I’m not gonna last, baby. It’s been too fucking long.” Seven goddamn years. “Come for me, Morgan. Let me feel you squeeze my cock. Show me how much you missed me being inside you.”
“Yes,” she cried out, whimpering my name over and over as I fucked her. As I reminded her who I was. Who she was to me.
She was my fucking wife.
