His client arrives and a few minutes later Otto’s client comes in. I sit in my booth drawing and try to figure out what the fuck my next move is.
I just want her to forgive me.
By the time I got back to my place it was after seven and I wanted a shower and a beer. What I didn’t want was to see Mya cooking in my kitchen.
“What the fuck, Mya?”
She watches me closely, probably looking for my fury, but I am too tired. “Well, I don’t have a ride home yet and after you left,” she shrugs and looks at me. “I thought about what you said, and you are right.”
“This isn’t a right or wrong thing. It just is what it is.” I explain tiredly.
“No, it isn’t. I was in the wrong. I would like to explain if you will let me?” She looks at me with kindness and eye’s the bowtie pasta she made for us.
Not one to ever pass up a gift horse, I sit down at the table and watch as she makes me a plate, then herself one. I want nothing more than to grab her and kiss her until I can’t breathe.
“This is good, thank you.” I offer in the silence and drink from my beer.
She nods. “When you sent me that letter after ignoring me for months, the things you said have stuck to me and replay every time I see you now.”
I nod as I try to not roll my fucking eyes. That damned letter was never going to leave me alone.
“You told me you wanted me to live and love, to make crazy goals and then accomplish them. You wanted me to fall in love and never question us because you wouldalwaysleave me.”
I recall telling her that and want to beat my former self’s ass.
Mother fucker.
“I have tried to explain Mya. I couldn’t see passed the shit I was in. All I wanted was to give you a shot in hell at a normal life.” I place my hand on hers hoping the small touch might ignite something. “I was wrong, Pet. I shouldn’t have thrown us away.”
I watch as my words sink in and her eyes glisten with tears.
“So, what are you saying?”
I go for broke here because I may never get another chance. “That I still love you and I always have. I want each day to start and end with us together.” I keep my eyes on hers as I open my arms and scoot back from the table. “Come here, baby.”
Her eyes soften and I know it is because I called her baby. It was rare I called her anything but butterfly or pet.
She comes to me and I know, I fucking know it is because she needs me just as much as I need her.
Mya
I sit upon his lap and keep our eyes locked as he kisses me. His hands on my face, holding me to his mouth when he whispers what I needed to hear the most. “I love you so much Mya.”
A soft sob comes from me as the tears fall from my eyes and down his hands. He kisses my tears and soothes me as best he can.
I can’t help but turn until I am straddling him, kissing him harder. I can’t stop from thrusting against him, feeling the heat he creates in my body and pussy is one I can’t deny. His hands are on my hips, guiding me. His eyes are locked on mine in question and in hope. He was slow at first touching me, timid almost. But now he is lifting his hips up to mine with each shift, his hands skimming down the back of my jeans and pressing me harder against his hard cock.
“I love how you move for me, Pet. Grind me harder.” His voice is gruff and full of heat and it spurns me on.
I do as he asks, shifting against him and cry out from the building pressure between my thighs as he kisses along my collar bone, to my neck and up towards my jaw.
“Its been two years Pet, I’m gonna come.” He groans as he stills my hips from moving and undoes his jeans. I watch fascinated as he pulls his engorged cock out and strokes himself while he looks at me.
“Kiss me, Pet.” He reaches for my neck to pull me to his mouth and kisses me, groaning and grunting against my lips in the most delicious way and I know he is about to come. I place my hand over his as he beats off, pulling back from the kiss to watch as he jerks and comes over our hands.
“Fuck yes, look what you do to me Pet.” He says as the last jets hit my hands and his. This was erotic and wrong, but oh Lord it’s the right kind of wrong.
“Fuck, not cool.” He says with a laugh while he catches his breath.
