Slowly moving his fingers in and out, he sucks harder on my nipple, still keeping his green gaze locked onto my eyes.
“Fuck, Michael…”
He pulls his fingers out of me and bends down to his knees, pressing his mouth against my pussy and kissing it even longer—in the same sensual way that he kisses my lips.
My knees start to weaken as he teases my clit with his tongue, and I can’t help but grab fistfuls of his hair.
Laughing softly, he looks up at me, whispering, “Do you want my cock back where it belongs?”
I nod, too on edge to speak right now.
He presses one last kiss against my clit, driving me even closer to the cliff, but he doesn’t let me go over it.
Standing up, he slides a hand under my thigh and lifts up my right leg, slowly positioning his cock against my soaking wet slit. He pushes it in a few inches, groaning as he slips it in a bit further, and then he pushes himself deep inside of me before wrapping my leg around his waist.
I’m lost before he even begins fucking me, lost in the length of him, in the way that he’s looking at me. Like he can’t bear to be without me again. Even if I wanted to, I can’t dare look away…
He squeezes my ass as he pounds into me relentlessly, as he fucks me in the way I love, in a way that only he can.
“Michael…” I moan his name as I claw my nails against his back, marring his skin. “Michael…”
He keeps his gaze locked on me, keeps fucking me harder and harder. “Meredith…”
As he picks up his tempo, I moan even louder.
“I’m about to come…” I whisper, feeling the tell-tale tremors beginning to run up and down my spine. “Michael, I’m about to…” I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence. I come apart in his arms as he watches me, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.
He holds me taut as he watches, seemingly becoming even more turned on, and he stills seconds later. Finding his own release.
He holds me against his chest as we both come down from our orgasms, his cock still inside of me.
It’s not until several moments later, that he lets me go.
We stare at each other, not saying a word, and I see my future in his eyes—us against the world, me fighting his demons, him conquering mine.
“For the record,” I say, still trying to breathe normally, “Our sex doesn’t count as an apology and I don’t care that you fuck me better than anyone else. You still left me alone in a foreign country and—”
My sentence ends on his lips and he wraps his arms around my waist.
When he finally lets me go, he looks into my eyes and waits until I catch my breath. “I’m fucking sorry, Meredith. I should’ve never left you like that.”
“You should’ve never left me at all.”
“That was my next line,” he says, looking genuine. “I should’ve never left you at all. I’m sorry, and I’ll find a way to make it up to you…”
I stare at him, completely stunned that he gave me an apology. My heart is pounding wildly against my chest, and even though he’s rendered my body completely useless for the next several hours, my brain is begging me to hold out for a little while longer. To not take him back yet. At least, not right now.
“Take me back, Meredith,” he says, suddenly—catching me off-guard again. “Tell me that you’ll take me back, that we can start over.”
I shake my head. “I haven’t forgiven you for leaving me in Mexico yet.”
“I don’t expect you to anytime soon…” He looks at me. “I’m just asking you to take me back.”
“Are you still attempting to fly me off to Switzerland?”
“No, I would much rather have my wife back, and with me—without strings attached…” He smiles and brings my head closer to his—kissing me again. “I’m still waiting to hear her take me back, actually.”
“Are you begging or asking her?”
“I’m asking.”
“She needs you to beg…”
He stares at me, saying nothing for several seconds. Then, as if his mouth is incapable of saying the word, “please,” or if he’s above begging for anything, he ventures down an alternate route. “Meredith Anderson, it would be in your best interest to take me back. If you don’t, you’ll only be cheating yourself…”
I say nothing.
“Is in your best interest,” he repeats, looking worried that I may say no.
I smile. “That’s as good of a ‘beg’ as I’m going to get from you, isn’t it?”
“It is if you know the man you married.”
I hold back a laugh and lean against him. “I’ll consider taking you back if…”
“If what, Meredith?”
“If you give me two things.”
“Name them.”
“I want more from you,” I say. “I want you to go back to the little things you did when we were dating, but I want a little more…”