“Ayla. I never really let you go.”
21
AYLA
Oh God.
I stare up at my husband.
Yes, he’s still my husband. I tried to think of him as my ex, referred to him as my ex, but we are still married, legally and… emotionally. We made mistakes. Can we fix them? I don’t know. But I want to try. Because I’m not over him, either. I have to admit to myself that he is what I want most of all in this world.
I never really let you go.
My eyes sting, even as my body still vibrates with pleasure.
I reach up to slide my hand around the back of his head. “I never really wanted you to.”
He closes his eyes, looking almost pained. I slide my hands along the side of his neck, comb the hair at the back of his head, then hold his face as he leans down to kiss me. I’m still weak and reeling from that orgasm and his mouth on mine is beautiful and right.
This is so filthy but so pure. Carson and I learned each other’s bodies over the years, learned what the other likes and needs, what turns us on (and off) and maybe because it’s familiar, it could be routine. Ordinary.
But it’s not. It’s incredible.
He lowers himself to his elbows and slides his hands into my hair as our mouths meld. His cock is between us, thick and hot.
“Fuck me. Please.”
He groans and rises onto his knees. I watch him grip his cock as he circles the head around my opening, slicking up my juices, and then so gently, he pushes inside. All the air leaves my lungs. I’m tender and sensitive and I feel myself throb around him.
“Take it all, angel.”
“Yes.” I pull my knees back and tilt my pelvis, my chin going up.
He takes my hands in his and pins me to the mattress, staring down at me.
“That’s it. So gorgeous and tight.”
He rocks his hips against me, stroking deep inside me, then out. And again.
I can’t stop the noises that fall from my lips, the almost painful joy of it as he fucks into me, making me delirious. He lets go of my hand, slides his palm under my head and holds me there while he kisses me.
He hooks his arms beneath my knees and lowers his body to mine, kissing and nipping the side of my neck, licking a trail over my jaw, kissing my mouth. He teases my mouth open and licks inside and kisses me and kisses me. I strain toward him with every cell in my body.
When he lifts his mouth, I drag my eyelids open, breathing fast.
He goes up onto his knees, his strong, muscled body in front of me. I reach out to trail admiring fingertips over his pecs and down his abs to the line of hair beneath his navel, studying where we’re joined. He sucks in a sharp breath and moves, pushing into me so deep, sliding out. I hold my legs back as he moves faster, harder, deeper. He covers one of my breasts,gripping it as his motion shakes the bed, shakes my body. I’m still so sensitive inside and he’s stroking over nerve endings and twisting up new curls of pleasure that build and tighten.
He lets out an immense groan and says, “Oh fuck yeah. You feel so good.”
“Yes… so good…”
He takes hold of my ankles, holding my legs up and back, and his abs contract as he drives into me, eyes blazing, his face fierce but also loving. I’m nearly bent in half and I love it. I cover my mouth with my hands and give myself over to the sensation.
He finds my clit and circles it with wet fingertips.
“Yes… I need that… right there…”
“Wanna make you come. Make you feel good.”
