“You,” she moaned. “It’s always been you.”
“Twice I lost you—the last time I ignorantly let you go. It’s not happening again. You understand?”
“Angel,” she tried to argue. I heard it in her tone and saw it in her eyes.
“No. No excuses, no backing out. I fuck you, and I’m the last man who ever does. If that’s not what you want, then nothing happens.” I raised my chin as I waited for her answer. Her eyes flickered back and forth as she searched for the truth of my words. In her furrowed brow, I read her indecision and prepared to step back.
My body tensed, and the air was sucked from my lungs when her wet hand wrapped around my shaft where it rested between us. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. “I’m scared,” she whispered. “So many things could go wrong.”
“But so many things could go right” was my rebuttal.
She leaned in, and her lips brushed mine, but I held back. Until she said, “God, Jude, this isn’t a good idea,” each word feathering her lips against mine. The fear of rejection was in her eyes despite my earlier promise that if I fucked her, she was mine forever.
Burying my fingers in her thick chestnut hair, I twisted the strands to arch her neck. Then I bit her lush bottom lip, her neck where it met her jaw, her soft lobe of her ear before I whispered in it, “You. Are. Mine. Always.”
She whimpered a sigh and tightened her grip on me as I delved into her mouth to tease and tempt her tongue. What started as a seductive dance quickly morphed to a needy clash of desire and desperation.
One rough hand stroked her body while the other held tight to her wet tresses. Hers slid from root to tip, and the other clutched my ass. Discovering all of the new curves and familiar dips, I reveled in her beauty. Hips working of their own accord, I thrust into her tight hand, wishing I was buried in her heated core.
When I couldn’t wait any longer, I spun her around out of the water and pressed her back to the cold shower wall. Her gasp was swallowed by my kisses, and I pulled back out of her hold to drop to my knees.
“You have always been stunning,” I murmured as I slid my hands up her thighs to grip her hips. Her fingers threaded through my hair as she cradled my head. Adoration shone in her eyes, whether she knew it or not.
I pressed my lips to the tiny silver lines on her belly; evidence of the months she carried our son. She tried to pull away, but I held fast. “Beautiful,” I insisted as I kissed the next one. There were only a few, but I loved every single one of them.
Locked on her mossy gaze, I moved lower until the flat of my tongue licked her swollen pussy lips. Separating them, I dove deep, tasting her and savoring her. Lids heavy with lust, she watched me with pants slipping from her perfect mouth. Those pants turned to a keening when I slid my tongue up to press on her clit.
Teasing.
Torturing.
Lifting one leg to hook it over my shoulder, I groaned at her spread open for me. Steady but slow, I devoured her, bringing her close, only to repeatedly back off.
Only when she shuddered and moaned, “Oh God, Angel,” did I have mercy and suck her clit between my lips as I slid two fingers into her tight, hot sheath. I worked her until she was ripping at my hair and screaming my name in a litany of ecstasy. One last bite to her swollen nub and my tongue slid down to capture my reward.
Nothing in the world tasted as good as her release on my tongue.
Sex drunk, she slouched against the wall. I shut the water off, grabbed our towels, giving us a cursory dry as we stepped out of the shower stall. With one hand, I blindly opened the door, kicked my pants out into the room, then scooped her up. Her still slippery legs wrapped tightly around my waist. One last kick had my jeans by the bed. I clutched the firm globe of her ass until we reached the edge and I laid her on the mattress.
Using my foot to lift my jeans, I held her gaze, daring her to try to back out. Because I was prepared to grovel, if need be. Taking the condom from my pocket, I ripped open the foil and rolled it over my throbbing length.
“Scoot up,” I demanded. Gaze locked on mine, she did as she was told.
Thank fucking Christ.
Grasping her thighs, I lifted her up, circled the tip in her weeping cunt, and buried myself deep. She squeezed me tight, and it took my breath away.
“Fucking hell,” I ground out. Her heels dug into my ass, urging me on.
“Move. For the love of God, move, Angel!” she begged. Nearly thirteen years since the first time I’d slid into her perfect heat, and it still felt like that night. Holding her ass in one hand and leaning forward to rest the fist of the other next to her head, I slid out.
Then I rammed home. Again. And again. And again. Until we were a blend of each other. One. It was the best feeling in the world.
Every thrust had her tits bouncing and shaking until the temptation was too much. Dropping her ass to the bed, I slowed down and ran my tongue along her puckered nipple. Cool fingers wrapped around the back of my neck and held me to her as she gasped.
“Yes, like that,” she murmured. From the edge of my vision, I saw her reach up to pluck at the other one. Pinching and twisting it, she drove me crazy with her lack of inhibitions when it came to her pleasure. That night in the hotel rushed back to me, and I hated myself for not making her leave with me the next morning.
Because as I buried myself in her tight pussy, each stroke screamed out what a fool I’d been. There hadn’t been, nor would there ever be anyone else for me but her. We were meant to be. Two halves of a whole.