His cock pressed against my clit and became slathered in my moisture so easily. With a slight tilt of his hips, he smeared his base with my arousal and became coated in the lubrication. Drops leaked from his tip and dripped onto my stomach, sticky and warm. His arms anchored behind my knees, and he held himself on top of me, the hunt still in his eyes. Now that we were naked together, he didn’t hold back. He claimed his prize like he’d earned it.
He grabbed his base and pointed his head at my entrance. After a quick thrust, he pushed past my tightness and slowly sank deep inside, stretching me to capacity as he pressed deeper and deeper.
My nails dug into his arms, and I took a deep breath as I felt his large dick claim me. He was bigger than Brandon, bigger than any other man I’d been with. It felt so right when we were together…especially without a barrier separating us.
When he was balls deep, he closed his eyes and moaned. His forehead rested against mine, and he breathed through the pleasure, his cock twitching now that it’d been reunited with the one place where it wanted to be. “Jesus Christ…” He slightly rocked his hips, testing the slickness and the tightness.
My fingers felt the definition of his arms, the way his muscles swelled in his tanned skin. I could feel the power of his physique, the way he held his beautiful body so effortlessly on top of me. He enjoyed me like he forgot how good a woman felt. Like there’d been no one else before me who mattered, I was the only person he would actually remember.
He was already a sexy man who looked handsome with any expression he gave, but he looked particularly delicious on top of me. With his mouth clenched tightly and his body rigid with pleasure, he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. He opened his eyes and looked at me once he realized this was real, that he’d finally gotten me back.
My fingers slid past his cheek and into his hair as I pulled him close to me. I was stuffed full of his length, stretched so wide apart, I couldn’t take anymore. It’d been so long since we’d been together that I forgot how good it felt…and how painful it was too. I brought his face close to mine and kissed him.
My ring rested against my chest between my tits, shifting up and down with his movements. The metal was cold to the touch in the beginning, but as the air heated up between us, the metal turned warm and inviting.
He kept his pace slow and kissed me at the same time, his long length delving deep inside then pulling out to my entrance. He pushed all the way in once more, taking a deep breath as he plunged so far. Moans escaped his mouth as he thrust inside me. His pace always stayed the same, even and slow.
My fingers clutched his hair, and I kept him close as my body melted into a puddle. All my nights had been spent alone, remembering how good this used to be. Now that it was happening again, I could hardly believe it. I could hardly believe that my memory had been so clear…because it was exactly the same.
He kissed me harder as he rocked his hips and pushed deep inside me. Slowly, he moved, giving me all of him every single time. He breathed hard, and his body became coated with sweat as he worked to please me, as he brought us both into euphoria.
Now that I had this back in my life, I never wanted to lose it again. Sex wasn’t this good with just anybody. It was only amazing when it was with the right person. Despite the rocky relationship we had, I knew this was where we were both supposed to be. We were supposed to be together…just like this.
12
Maverick
It was the best night of sleep I’d ever gotten.
The trials of my life had finally passed, and everything was in order once more. There shouldn’t be a random woman beside me every night, a face and name I would easily forget. It should only be one person.
My wife.
When I opened my eyes, I found her next to me. With her hair a mess and her soft skin peeking out from under the sheets, she was a living angel. Her blue eyes were hidden behind her lids, but knowing they were there made her angelic. With sleep still heavy in my eyes, I watched her for a bit, content to see her lying there.
She inhaled a deep breath then stretched her legs, like a cat waking up from its nap.
It was the first time I’d gone to bed fully satisfied. I’d tried jerking off a couple of times, but it never left me feeling so full. It was always a hollow release, a painful reminder that I couldn’t have what I really wanted. But I spent the night buried inside the same woman over and over. With nothing in between us, I filled her with load after load…washing away any trace of Brandon and making her mine.