I slam my eyes shut and see every color of the rainbow behind my lids. We whimper each other’s names. We sigh and moan, breathe and take breaks to kiss and tug each other’s hair.
When I’m so wet and needy I can hardly stand the ache deep in my core, I feel Savage’s cock roar back to life. He’s hard beneath me, and I lift my hips, then set myself down on his shaft.
He curses and works his hands up the back of my neck and through my hair, and I keep rubbing him, my pussy growing hotter and more swollen, my nipples aching as he lowers his face to nibble my peaks while I move along his body.
We’re locked together like that, scratching an eternal itch, until I have to have him inside me.
I can feel my heartbeat in every inch of my body, my pussy pulsing and my core clamoring for release. I lift my hips and nudge just the head of his cock inside me,and the sensation is so take-my-breath-away good, I cry out his name.
His head is still thrown back against the cushions, but his eyes are wide open and watching, his lips parted. He’s as beautiful to me now as the first day I met him, but now there is so much more I see when I look at him. A man who’s facing his demons. A man who loves enough to try. A man whom I have gone from doubting to needing to caring for to wanting.
I lower myself onto his cock and feel him slide up my walls. His length hits a spot deep inside me that threatens to send me over the edge, but I’m greedy now. I have what I want, and I need to savor it, savor him.
I roll my hips slowly. The friction of our bodies works my clit and my G-spot all at the same time, and I lift and lower myself, rock and thrust, until I have to stop, have to still my legs and let the exquisite climax take over.
“Savage, fuck.” I claw at his shoulders, wanting him closer, deeper, harder, softer. Everything and all of him at once. I unleash my passion on his body, whimpering his name as I ride every crest, and then he’s coming again, shuddering and thrusting and pulling me harder onto his cock.
We’re sweating and writhing, forcing ourselves as close together as two separate humans can be, until finally, we slow down, ease our way from the heights and depths of our shared pleasure. I collapse against his chest and rest my cheek against his shoulder. He laceshis arms around my waist, and we sit there, naked, sweating, and satisfied.
I feel a rush of fluid and don’t want to stain his couch, so I get up, peck him on the cheek, and pad to the bathroom. I sit on the toilet, and when I go to clean myself up, I’m shocked to see blood.
My period? I haven’t had a period in months. And since Savage and I haven’t always been safe about preventing a pregnancy, I know now that I’m fertile again. But this means more than I’m fertile. I’m healthy. I’m coming back to myself. I’m going to be okay.
Thankfully, I bought a few tampons and some pads when I shopped for groceries last time, just in case. I clean myself up, pop in a tampon, and tuck the string out of sight. I walk back into the living room and slip on my clothes.
Savage groans. “No. Naked. Only naked.”
I laugh at his slurred words. “Are you drunk on orgasms, babe?” He did have two, and it sounds like he’s so completely drained that he can’t even speak straight.
“I dunno. Don’t care.” He grins and keeps his eyes closed but opens his arms. I sit on the couch with him, and we settle in to cuddle.
“Savage,” I say quietly. “I have more kind of good news. I just got my period back.”
His eyes fly open. “No shit. Just now?”
I nod. “That means we’ll have to be safer if we don’t want to be, you know… Sorry.”
He wraps his arms tighter around me. “Not sorry,”he says. “Never sorry. But let’s be safe for a while. I am hardly used to one kid. I don’t think I can handle two yet.”
He closes his eyes, and we hold each other until he’s snoozing lightly. My bed is just a few feet away, but I stay where I am, thinking, letting my mind travel.
I have a safe home.
A safe relationship.
A promising future.
It took a shit-ton of pain to get here. I’ve been through things I don’t know that I’d ever wish on my worst enemy. I have a lot of time to make up with my daughter. I need to take care of myself again and put the stress of Anthony and the past behind me.
But now, right here and right now, I have something that I haven’t felt since I lost my mom.
Peace.
EPILOGUE
SAVAGE
Six months later…
