My restraint snaps like a frayed cord.
I kiss her—deep, slow, claiming—but it turns hungry fast. Weeks of fear and wanting and missing her pour into it. Her lips part for me, her hands gripping the back of my neck, pulling me deeper, closer, until I’m not sure where I end, and she begins.
Her body presses to mine, warm and soft and familiar. My hands slide under the hem of her shirt, fingertips brushing bare skin, and she gasps into my mouth—sharp, breathless, desperate.
“Baby,” she moans, arching her back into my touch.
I’ve wanted this so fucking long. And now, out of nowhere, the opportunity isn’t a fantasy or some secret tryst. It’s mychance to show her what loving me could look like, what being mine means now that we’re free to do so.
My cock thickens at the idea of it. She’s so fucking beautiful. And those tits, Jesus. They press against me, practically begging to be worshipped.
I back her toward the sofa, not breaking the kiss, not even slowing. Her legs hit the edge, and she tumbles back with a soft gasp, pulling me with her, hands fisting in my shirt like she’ll die if I’m even an inch away.
I brace my weight above her, breathing hard, staring down at her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips.
“Look at me,” I whisper.
Her eyes lift—wide, dark, trusting—and something inside me shatters.
“I love you,” I breathe, the words raw and unguarded, a truth I’ve been carrying in secret for too long.
“You’re my home, sweetheart,” I say softly, reverently, the words a vow binding us together. “Not because I own you, but because you chose me. Chose us. Because you came home. Because you gave me a second chance when I didn’t deserve one.”
Her fingers curl around the back of my neck, not pulling me closer this time, just holding on, like she’s afraid I might disappear if she lets go.
“I’ll always choose you,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I love you too, Matt. I’ve loved you even when I knew doing so was only going to break my heart.” She swallows. “Sometimes it scares me how much of myself I’ve put in your hands.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding against hers.
“I won’t let you fall again,” I vow. “I’m not going anywhere. Not tonight, not tomorrow, never.”
She exhales shakily, pressing herself closer to me like it costs her something to stay this open.
“Good,” she breathes, lips grazing my jaw, my throat. “I don’t want distance. I don’t want to be careful. I just wantyou. All of you.”
Her hands grab my face and pull me in for a kiss before I can tell her she never has to fear that. That if I had it my way, she’d never leave my side again. Instead, I swallow my words and devour her mouth instead, drinking her taste and savouring every slide of our tongues.
I run my hands down to her waist, squeezing gently as I worship the shape of her. My fingers dip under her shirt, tracing the tattoos on her ribs before cupping her breasts. Lily whimpers as I brush my thumbs over her nipples over her bra, biting my bottom lip in retaliation, even as she lets out the filthiest moans.
“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Bet you’re soaking, sweetheart.” My cock is throbbing in my pants, desperate to be buried in her already.
“Why don’t you find out?” Lily pulls back, stretching her arms above her head and biting her bottom lip. The look on her face is pure challenge, and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock twitch. Our forever-shifting balance of power never fails to have me fit to burst.
“Hmm, yeah? You want me to stroke that pretty pussy?” Sitting back on my haunches, I strip my shirt off before helping her slide her jeans and underwear off, pushing her shirt up over her head while I’m at it and unhooking her bra.
“If you don’t hurry up and touch me, I’ll do it myself.” She pouts, trailing a hand down over her chest, past her softstomach. Before she can go any lower, I cuff her wrist in my hand, looming over her as I pin her in place.
“Fuck. That. I’m going to eat your pussy, and then I’m going to remind you who owns every hole in your body. Got it?” Her eyes flare wide, her pupils blown to shit.
“God yes, fuck. Stop teasing me with a good time and get on with it.”
“You want Daddy’s thick cock in your ass. Don’t you?”
“Yes, please, oh fuck yes.” She nods her head frantically, her hips rising below me. Desperate for some kind of friction against her soaking wet cunt. With a smirk, I stand, pulling her up with me before bending her over the sofa and kneeling behind her.
“Be my good little fuck toy. Show me where you need me most.” At my demand, she reaches back, and the sight of all that soft, wet, inviting pink flesh has my cock giving a desperate throb in my pants. With a groan, I lick a line from her clit to her pussy, swirling my tongue around all the spots that drive her wild before slipping two fingers inside her pussy.
“Christ, baby. Look at you.”
