For some reason the beautiful memory returns to my mind of that very first night when we danced to ‘Diamonds’ and started this journey, and I smile into his strong neck.
We stand still… lost in the moment… A moment I have waited so long for and he’s here, he’s here with me. He feels it too.
He kisses me gently on the lips and pulls out of the embrace and smiles and the reporters all clap and cheer. In a very spontaneous un-Joshua moment he raises our linked hands in the air, much to their delight, and the cameras go wild. I laugh and he smiles warmly at me. We walk hand in hand to the car where Ben and Max are standing. Joshua embraces Ben and then Max and the cameras go wild again as I get into the backseat.
I have him back, my man is here and all is well in the world.
The security screen is up and Joshua gets in behind me and closes the door. He grabs my face between his hands and stares at me as if not believing this is true.
“I’m here, babe,” I whisper.
His eyes fill with tears and he pulls me onto his lap and buries his head in my shoulder with his arms so tightly around me that I can hardly breathe and without a word he breaks into full-blown sobs.
Joshua
My heart hammers in my chest as I hold her. Is this really happening? I pull back to look at her face, unable to hide my emotion.
Natasha smiles at me through her tears. “I’m here, baby. We made it. We made it,” she whispers. “It’s ok. Everything is going to be ok.”
My heart rips open and I sob loudly as I grab her face with both hands and kiss her lips with my eyes closed. I bury my head in her chest again to try and pull myself together enough to speak. She starts to cover my face in gentle kisses and I smile into her breast at the familiarity of the gesture.
“Are you ok?” I whisper.
She nods and smiles as she brings her leg over to straddle me in my seat.
“I am, are you? Oh Joshua, you have been through so much,” she whispers as she wipes her hand tenderly down my face.
I smile broadly through my tears. “I am ok now that you’re here,” I reply.
She bends and kisses me as she holds my face, her tongue gently swipes through my open lips and my hands run up and down her bare thighs under her skirt.
My girl is back. I’m saved.
Unable to help ourselves, we keep kissing… and kissing… and kissing. I can’t believe this is happening—it’s like we have never been apart.
“Oh Joshua, I love you. I love you.” She smiles into my lips and I laugh out loud. “I love you too.” I smile.
As our kisses deepen I try to hold off the raging hard-on in my pants. Fuck, this isn’t the time. Natasha, who is straddled over me, starts to slowly rock herself backwards and forwards over my cock and I close my eyes to hold off my arousal. She starts to really ride me as her kiss continues.
I shake my head. “Tash, you have just been through so much. I’m not taking you like this in the back of a car,” I whisper as I kiss her again.
“This is our car. This is our life. And I need you inside me more than I need air,” she whispers defiantly as she rolls her hips again onto my cock. Her eyes darken as her eyes watch my lips.
“I need this, Josh. I need you,” she whispers into my mouth and my eyes close in reverence. I lean back and undo my fly and release myself and she smiles broadly as her eyes glaze over again. She starts to really kiss me as she rises to her knees. I pull her underpants to the side and swipe the back of my fingers through her flesh. Fuck. Dripping wet. Oh, I’ve missed this woman. My eyes close with need and as I hold her pants to the side, bring her body down onto mine and slide home in one movement, we both groan in pleasure. We don’t move, we stay perfectly still and the only thing that can be heard is the sound of our hearts reconnecting. I love this woman so much and once again my tears start to fall.
Natasha
We sit at the dinner table after the meal with our family. Everyone is here and the atmosphere in the house is electric with celebrations, and laughter is floating throughout the space. My eyes stay locked on Joshua. If I didn’t know it before, I definitely know it now.
We have both recovered from our combined meltdown in the car this afternoon on the way home from the prison, although somehow I think our trauma is far from over. I’m not sure it ever will be.
Wearing dark denim jeans and a white T-shirt that is stretched over his broad shoulders, Joshua is the epitome of male perfection. My oasis in the desert of life. His dark eyes and beautiful large red lips call to me, and I think it’s the only thing on this Earth that I do understand. One is not supposed to look this orgasmic when they have been in prison, but it’s as if every one of his senses has blossomed today. He has hit his peak and is alive with electricity and it is coming loud and clear my way. If I touched him with my finger I would feel the zap of the electric current running through him.
I want this party over—I want to be naked with my man.
“So what are the plans for the next week?” my mother asks.
Joshua’s eyes lock on mine. “Tomorrow we are flying to Kamala and Natasha and I are getting married,” he replies.