“Ah, God.” He stops, and draws away. I follow, not letting him go, and he shudders, his thighs trembling. “Need to stop. If you want this cock inside you, you’ve gotta stop right now.”
Reluctantly, I let him slide from my mouth. My disappointment doesn’t last long because he grabs my hips and drags me to the edge of the bed, then drops to his knees in front of me, exactly as I imagined earlier.
“I’ve missed this.” He raises his eyes to mine, and their intensity scorches me to the soul. Blue-green fire encompasses me, warming and cooling at the same time. “Missed us.”
“So have I,” I admit, the confession stripping me bare and making me feel even more naked.
“Tell me this isn’t a one-time thing. I need to hear it.”
My heart swells in my chest. I’m simultaneously excited for this unexpected second chance and terrified we’ll mess it up. There are so many things that could go wrong, but this isn’t just sex, and we both need to recognize that.
“It’s not a one-time thing.”
“Good.” He strokes a hand over my mound and up the soft skin of my belly, then lowers his gaze to the point between my legs. “I would worship at the altar of this pussy.”
His mouth descends on me, and I cry out. The first lick is long and gentle, but the taste of me seems to rock him, because after that he can’t lift himself off. His every groan rumbles against me, the vibrations winding me higher. His stubble rasps between my thighs, and I tighten my legs around his face, loving the sensation. I’ll have beard burn to show for it later. I want to see the evidence of our lovemaking for days. His tongue bats my clit, and I gasp, my body tight and shaking. Only the softest of touches would put me over the edge, but he eases off. I try to press closer, but the most friction I can get is from his breath blowing across my damp flesh.
“You only come when I say you can,” he tells me. The declaration should piss me off, but it only makes me feel safer. More desired. Because I know I can trust him to bring me maximum pleasure. There’s nothing he loves more than to hear me scream. In this department, at least, he won’t let me down. He strokes me, his fingers barely there. “Good girl. I’ve got you.”
“I know,” I whisper, locking eyes with him as my hips shift restlessly. My teeth sink into my lower lip. “I need you.”
“You’ll have me,” he promises. “After I take care of this pretty pussy.”
With that, he presses a thick finger inside me and curls it. My hips raise from the bed, and when his mouth settles on me again, I scream as I come.
“That’s it,” he soothes, pinning my hips down with an arm across my belly. “Take what you need.”
Shudders wrack me, but I force my eyes to stay open, blearily focused on him, until they finally stop. I flop back against the mattress, breathless. He stands over me, still wearing a shirt, with his jeans around his knees.
“Get the corset off. I want to see all of you.”
“Okay.” I hurry to oblige, waiting to see if he’ll do the same. “Take your shirt off.”
He hesitates. “I’ve had a few changes since last time.”
If the moment wasn’t so intense, I’d laugh at his concern. What does he have to be worried about? His biceps are big enough to wrangle a wild animal, and he’s obviously still good with his tongue.
“Please?” I ask, because I feel like I’ve stripped myself off for him, and I’d hate to be the only one standing out on a ledge. With a swift nod, he grabs the hem of his shirt and whips it off.
My jaw drops. “You’re so sexy.”
Seth always had tattoos, but they’ve multiplied in my absence, and they now spread from his arms to his shoulders and across his chest, dipping all the way to the slabs of muscles that comprise his abdomen. And there, right in the middle, is a winged dagger with my name written on the blade. It skewers down the center of his ribcage, about 10 inches long. He didn’t have this tattoo when we divorced. But why would he choose to ink my name on his body after we separated?
“Is that—”
“Your name?” He nods, and a flush works up his neck but he doesn’t look away. “You’re the love of my life. I knew there’d never be anyone else for me, so it seemed right to do it. Felt like I had you close even when years passed without seeing your beautiful face.” He pauses, studying me, expression inscrutable. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”
My heart squeezes. “Um, maybe. I mean, how were you going to explain that if you got together with another woman?”
He rolls his eyes. “What part of ‘you’re it for me’ don’t you understand? There was never gonna be another woman.”
“What?” Panic creeps up on me. I’m starting to feel the pressure. “You would’ve just never been with anyone ever again?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “No point being with someone for the sake of it.”
“Well, okay then.” I’m not sure quite what to do with that, but then his cock shifts, and so does my attention. My core muscles clench, reminding me of how empty I am. “I want you now.”
“Lie down,” he instructs, and I comply. “I know how much you love it when I do you hard from behind, but this first time, I need to see you so I believe it’s really happening.”
