“Everything you went through the last two weeks is all my fault. If I had just read the letter—”
“Liv, don’t. It’s not your fault. Nothing is your fault. You couldn't have known.” He hugs and kisses me. Consoling me as I weep.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, distraught.
“Stop, Livey, I can’t stand it when you cry.” He presses his warm lips to my forehead over and over. “Besides, if you had read the letter, we might not have gotten back together. I would live through the last three years ten times over if it meant I got to be with you. You’re all that matters. You’re all I want.” He touches my cheek as I gaze up at him, broken to pieces.
“You’re all I want, too,” I admit it out loud. What I’m truly feeling. What I’ve been hiding.
“You have me, baby.” He pushes some hair out of my eyes. “All the strings attached. Without you, Liv, everything means nothing.”
I completely break down from his declaration. My emotions splinter, sending shards of feelings flying in every direction. My mind and my mouth aren't working in sync, so I do the only thing I’m capable of. I attack him with kisses, pouring every single tear and ounce of myself into them. Pulling at his shirt, I force it up and off, just wanting to be close. To be skin on skin. To feel his warmth. And not even in a sexual way. In an intimate way. With all my barriers down. To be protected, and loved.
Damon helps me with my shirt and bra, and as soon as my top half is as naked as his, he yanks me in and bear hugs me until I can barely breathe. It should be suffocating, but it’s not. It’s secure. It’s certain. It’s safe.
And that's exactly what I need. To feel safe.
“You are so beautiful.” I touch his chiseled cheekbone and stare up at him.
“Isn’t it supposed to be me telling you how beautiful you are?”
“I like to break stereotypes.”
“Clearly. That’s all I have to offer anyway, a pretty face.”
“Stop it. You know that’s not true. You have mad poker skills and a great ass, too.” I slide my hand down and squeeze.
“Also fabulous assets of mine,” he agrees. “How are you feeling? Better?”
“Getting there.” I run the tip of my nose up his neck.
“Anything I can do to move it along to feeling great?” Damon clutches my hip, then runs his hands all over my back, the feel of them like a delectable massage.
“Yes, take my pants off,” I purr.
“You only have to ask once.” He pops the button of my jeans, and then the button on his own. We slide each other’s pants off in a slow, indulgent moment. There’s no apparent rush. Just him and me, and what’s to come.
Once naked, Damon kisses me slow, with an eager tongue, while petting my pussy with his fingers. It doesn't take much to get me wet, just a few coaxing strokes and I’m right there. Ready.
My body wants him. All he has to do is blow on it like a dandelion and it will respond.
Keeping us on our sides, Damon shifts, nestling his erection right between my thighs.
Every move is slow and precise, done with affection and care. Reaching down between us, he guides the head of his erection into my wanting entrance and leisurely slides his way inside. My eyes voluntarily close once he completely penetrates me. That familiar, ravenous burn growing wilder by the second.
In this position, we’re so intimate. At ease, eye to eye, nose to nose, mouth to mouth, hip to hip, undulating in a way that ripples the pleasure back and forth between us like a conductor.
The deliberate and controlled pace has us both panting, yearning, aching. Throbbing for only each other in a desirous way.
“You are the only woman I ever want to be with,” Damon murmurs between drug-inducing kisses. “You are the only one I want to make come, feel come, come inside.” He grabs my ass and steals a peek of our bodies joining. Our hips rocking together in a blissful union. His rigid cock sliding in and out of me so freely and so easily I drown in the saturating sensation.
“Make me come.” I nip at his lip, skating along the razor-sharp edge. I’m so close, but it’s not enough. I need more, more of him. Closer, deeper, more aggressive.
“Tell me your pussy is mine.” He brings the pad of his thumb to my mouth and slips it inside. I suck, and lick, making it wet until he is satisfied. “That fucking mouth is so hot. Use it. Tell me.” Damon strokes my clit lightly, and a swarm of butterflies breaks free in my lower body.
I pant as the sensations come on strong and hard, stealing my breath and my ability to speak.
“Liv, tell me you’re mine.”
