"Cross my heart and hope to die." I push her skirt to her knees, so it's out of the way.
That's my name on her skin.
Forever.
This is as permanent as it gets.
My fingers trace the lines of her ink again and again. "It's fucking perfect, angel."
Her expression fills with relief. "Really?"
"Fuck yes." I drag my hands to her blouse then get to work on the buttons. "Did that hurt?"
She nods. "Terribly." She slides her hand under my t-shirt. Her fingers curl into my skin. "But it was worth it."
"I love you."
"I love you too." She brings one hand to the back of my head and pulls me into a deep kiss.
Fuck, I need her.
My tongue claims her mouth. My fingers do away with her buttons. I push her blouse off her shoulders.
Bella shrugs it all the way to her hands then it flutters to the ground.
There's my wife, in that quarter-cup bra and those crotchless panties and her work pumps.
"Fuck, Bella…"
"I missed you so badly." She pulls my t-shirt over my head. Her eyes fix on mine as she rakes her hand over my chest.
My stomach.
She undoes the button of my jeans.
Then she's pushing them off my hips.
Bella lowers herself onto her knees. She looks up at me as she pulls my boxers to my feet. As she wraps her hand around my cock.
As she takes me into her mouth.
It's been too long. The sensation of her soft, wet mouth has my nerves in overdrive.
One hand digs into her hair, guiding her.
The other reaches down to play with her nipple. She groans as my fingers find the tender bud. I rub her harder.
She works me harder.
I tug at her hair.
She groans against my cock, working me harder, taking me deeper.
Fuck, the way she's looking at me like she needs me coming in her mouth…
Any other day, I'd scream fuck yes from the mountaintops.
Today, I need to be inside her.