Our hands were all over each other, crazed and wild.
“Tell me you want me,” I growled out as I fingered her clit. “I’ll give you whatever you want, April. Just tell me you want me.”
“Yes.” She gasped as I inserted my finger inside her, and rubbed that special spot that made her writhe. “I want you.”
I shoved my pants down, and grabbed her hips again, rubbing my dick over her clit. “Say it again,” I managed on a strangled breath.
“I want you.” Her hands gripped my ass and pulled me to her, my dick sliding inside her sweet, tight heat, making my head spin. Why was this thing between us so hard now, when it has been so easy eight years ago?
I wrapped my arms around her, and moved slowly, wanting to make her feel more pleasure than she’d ever felt before. “I want you too, April. Can you feel it? Can you feel how fucking bad I want you?”
“Oh God, Jude…” Her hands went to my shoulders, her fingers digging in like she was about to spin away. But I had her. I’d always have her if she’d let me.
“Does this feel good?” I plunged in, and ground against her, making sure I hit her clit.
“Yes.”
“Do I make you feel good, April? Do I make you come hard?”
She moaned and her head fell back. I leaned down, and sucked hard on her bra covered tit. She cried out. “Yes…oh God…Jude…”
Her pussy started pulsing, squeezing, harder, faster as it prepared to seize, and I had to suck in a breath to keep from coming.
“Come with me, baby.” I said, as I picked up the pace, chasing the release that was just out of reach. “Fuck…come and take me with you.”
I thrust in and sucked on her tit again, and her entire body went taut.
“Fuck!” Pleasure blasted through my body. I thrust and thrust, emptying inside her, hoping to hell she understood. She was mine. I was hers. It’s how it always had been. How it would always be.
16
April
There were moments when I could forget our past and simply be as we’d been eight years ago. This was one of those moments. When he was inside me, moving with me, against me, bringing me sweet torture, it was a perfection I’d never had with anyone else.
In the back of my mind, I knew this was a mistake. Sex with Jude wasn’t going to change the fact that he’d abandoned me. Although to hear him talk, it sounded like he thought I’d been the one to end things. More likely, he was just jealous that he’d lost me. He clearly hated the idea of another man being with me. How messed up was that? He didn’t want me, and yet he didn’t want anyone else to want me.
But then his lips were on mine, and perhaps because it was late and I was tired, I couldn’t put up the wall and push him away. The truth was, I missed him. I missed this. Not just the sex, but feeing connected to him.
And that was how I ended up with my skirt hiked up to my waist, my blouse open with his mouth on my breast and his dick doing delicious things inside my pussy. The sweetest pleasure burst out, flooding my blood stream.
“Fuck!” he shouted, then bucked and filled my pussy with his cum. He withdrew, plunged in again, filling me more, as he drew out my pleasure. This was how we were supposed to be. Him and me. Together. But he’d ruined all that. My heart cried out at the anguish of that.
Finally, he stopped moving, his dick going flaccid inside me, and then sliding out with the drip of his cum. He didn’t use a condom this time. Fortunately, after having Maya, I’d gone on the pill mostly to regulate my period. This time he wouldn’t be able to leave me with another child.
But he had left me and Maya, and I was a terrible mother to betray her like that by letting her father fuck me on his desk.
His breath was harsh as he lifted his head to look at me. For a moment, I thought I saw emotion. Like he wanted me, not just like this, but that he cared. But I pushed that away as I pressed my hand to his chest and pushed him back. I scrambled off his desk and put my clothes back in order.
“This can’t keep happening,” I said, trying to hold back tears of frustration that he had this pull over me still. “I don’t belong to you, Jude.”
“I want you to belong to me, April. I want to belong to you. I can’t stand the idea of you with someone else.” He pulled up his pants.
It was so frustrating that he thought he could waltz in and go back to how we were eight years ago like nothing happened. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you left for the Navy without a look back.”
“What?” He stopped mid-buttoning his pants.
“You never answered a single letter. You left and never once contacted me. Now you think you can walk back in and start up where we left off?” As I verbalized it, I got angrier at him and myself. What was wrong with us?