“Yes.”
“I mean it.” I kissed his heart again. “I’ll always mean it.”
His hand slid up my thigh until he reached my ass. He gave it a firm squeeze. “Baby.” He pressed his face into mine and kissed me, a hot kiss with tongue, passion, and heavy breaths. He pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and gave it a gentle nibble before he released it. “I’ll always make you need me.”
“Good…because I like it.” I’d spent three months without him, and I’d needed him every single second we were apart. He was my happiness, all my joy. My hand moved to his shoulder, feeling the tight muscles that shifted under my touch. “You’ve never told me about your tattoos.”
“Because there’s nothing to tell.”
“I disagree. Which one was your first?”
He pointed to his right side, indicating the skull.
“And you’ve been getting them ever since?” I hadn’t seen him get new sink since we’d been together. His ink was smeared in places where he’d been shot, from when I’d put a bullet in him as well as the one meant for my father. He would have to touch those up eventually.
“Yes.”
“Are they just to cover your wounds? Because you have them all over the place.”
“I got most of them in my early twenties. I had nothing else better to do.”
“So, they don’t mean anything to you?”
“Some do. Some don’t.” His hand trailed over my hips until he cupped my right tit. “I think you’d look sexy with some ink.” He moved to my right hip. “Right here.” He dragged the backs of his fingers over the skin, his eyes following his movements.
“And what should I put there?”
He shrugged.
“Let me guess…you name?”
He didn’t crack a smile at my comment. “I don’t need to brand you with my name to prove you’re mine. Any idiot with eyes can see that you’re my woman. Because my eyes are always on you, and your eyes are always on me.”
It was true. Anytime I went out in public, men never hit on me. Bones always lingered in the background, acting as the strongest bug repellent a girl ever needed. I didn’t even need to wear a large diamond ring to keep the gnats away.
“A man brands his woman in the bedroom. A man doesn’t need to hold her hand or wrap his arm around her waist in public, not when his come is sitting inside her at all times. You never forget you belong to me, not when you can always feel me between your legs.” His hand moved down my stomach until he reached the apex of my thighs. He played with my clit a little bit before his fingers moved inside my slit, feeling his come sitting at the entrance. He kept his eyes locked on me, his possessive gaze burning into my skin. “You like feeling me between your legs. It helps you sleep at night.”
“Yes.” I loved his come. I’d never let a man come inside me before. I always used condoms. He had the first honor, and I was glad I’d waited until I met him. “But I think I need some more…”
His fingers froze against my entrance, his own come on the tips of his fingers. He stilled as he looked at me, his nostrils flaring slightly in arousal. There was nothing he liked more than listening to me ask him for more sex. He thrived on it. “I want you to do something for me first.”
“Yes?”
He grabbed my hand and placed it against my clit. “You fucked yourself when I was gone?”
For the first month, I was too depressed to feel aroused, but as time passed, my pussy ached for the sex I used to get on a daily basis. “Yes.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and refused to be ashamed of it. A woman was just as sexual as a man. I needed sex as much as he did. After the explosive and passionate relationship we had, I couldn’t get by on nothing.
“You thought of me.” He didn’t ask it as a question, already knowing what my answer would be.
“Always.”
“Show me.”
“No.” I kept my fingers between my legs but didn’t rub my clit. “I don’t want to pretend, not when I can have the real thing.”
He repeated the command. “Show me and I’ll show you.”
I pictured him touching himself, and my skin immediately flared with heat. With his big hand and big dick, it’d be sexy to watch the vein in his neck pop while he pleased himself, watch his breathing pick up as his balls tightened against his body. “Okay.” I turned on my back and let my knees fall apart before I rubbed my fingers against my clit in a circular motion. I could feel his come inside still, so touching myself immediately made me moan.