My hands explored her body, feeling the delicious curves of her waist and stomach. My hands shook as I felt her, excitement burning me from the inside out. My desperation grew, and I couldn’t believe what was happening.
I was kissing her.
Just last week, I was drowning myself in enough alcohol to put me in a coma.
But now, my woman was in my arms.
She pulled on the front of my shirt and guided me down the short hallway to her bedroom. She had a full-size bed in the small room, a mattress hardly big enough to hold a man like me. But that wasn’t going to stop either of us from getting what we wanted.
Her shirt was gone.
My shoes were kicked across the room.
Her bra dropped onto the floor.
My jeans were yanked down.
One by one, every article of clothing hit the carpet until we were both buck naked.
I squeezed her tits and kissed her neck, her smell making me high. I kissed her hard, nibbled on her earlobe, and guided her back to the bed. My cock was harder than it’d ever been in my life. I’d never seen a woman look so beautiful, so undeniably perfect.
She was on her back underneath me, her legs already spread in urgency. She pulled me on top of her and hooked her arms around my shoulders.
I slipped inside, moaning when I felt how soaked she was. She was wetter than she’d ever been before, tight and slick. I pushed completely inside her and watched her face light up in pleasure.
She wanted me badly.
One hand dug into my hair, and she stared up at me as I began to thrust. I thought we would take this slow, but she didn’t want slow. She wanted all of me, as much as she could get. She pulled on my hair and kissed me, moaning between breaths. “Cane…”
“Bellissima…” There was nothing better than this. There was nothing that would ever make me as happy as this woman. I’d lost her before, and it was a depressing experience. Now that I was with her again, even without saying much, I felt whole again.
This felt right.
It always felt right.
I hadn’t been with anyone else in the last six weeks, so I thought I would come quicker than I wanted. But being connected to her like this stopped that from happening. I focused on her, focused on the way she moved her lips with mine. My cock was buried inside her, but the satisfaction I received was beyond physical.
It was spiritual.
She moved with me, taking my length as much as I gave it to her. Sweat collected on her breasts, and she moaned into my mouth as we made love on her small bed. She dug her nails into my back, and she pulled me deeper and harder.
Sweat trickled down my back, but the heat didn’t slow me down. I wanted to do this forever. If I could, I would.
She cupped the back of my neck with both of her hands and used her abs to grind with me. “Cane…I love you.” She looked me in the eye as she said it, the passion in her eyes and the promise on her face.
I shoved myself completely inside her and paused as I stared down at her. I’d told her how I felt many times, but she never said it back. All I could do was imagine how it would feel, but reality was so much better than fantasy. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. It made me the happiest man on the planet. “I love you too.”
* * *
I woke up to her body plastered against mine. One leg was hooked between my thighs, while her arm draped across my torso. She used my shoulder as a pillow for her head, and she slept nearly on top of me. It was the same position she used to take before, and the second I was with her again, she was back to her old ways.
Instead of stirring, I remained absolutely still so I could watch her. I loved her thick eyelashes. I loved the way her lips slightly parted while she was asleep. Her fair skin contrasted against those ruby lips even when she didn’t wear lipstick. She was right beside me, but I could hardly believe she was real.
She was perfect.
I wanted to lean down and kiss her, but she was too beautiful to interrupt. I wanted her to be wide awake so I could look into those pretty eyes, but I wanted her to rest as long as she needed. When I came to her doorstep, I hadn’t expected for this to happen.
But I’d hoped it would.
She’d said the most beautiful words to me. The world outside hadn’t changed, but mine certainly did. Now this cold and dark place blossomed with extraordinary beauty. My body was filled with unrestrained vitality. My attitude was positive, my smile was infectious.