My dick couldn’t take it anymore, and I finally exploded. The climax started from my stomach and then hit my balls. The pleasure before the actual explosion was so deep, so good, that I actually groaned in her face. Coming inside my woman was so much better than releasing inside a soft tissue. Her tight cunt was much better than my callused hand. My head exploded, and I dumped mounds inside her, stuffing her with more come than I’d ever produced for her. I gave it to her good and deep, all the muscles in my back tightening because it felt so right. “Jesus fucking Christ.” Only one woman could make me feel this way, could make me paralyzed with pleasure. My hand still gripped her hair because I wasn’t ready to let her go. I was satisfied in a way I hadn’t been in months. My cock immediately started to soften after the powerful orgasm had passed, but I wasn’t finished.
She wasn’t finished either. She hooked her arms around my neck and locked her ankles together once more. Her lips crushed against mine as she kissed me like it was the first time all over again. “Again.”
Ten
Vanessa
I came into consciousness gently, the morning light entering the room and sprinkling over my cheek and the duvet. I could feel the summer heat pierce my skin, while the rest of my body was surrounded by the cool air from the central cooling system.
The sheets were soft. The pillows were softer. It was exactly as I remembered, even in my sleep. It was the place where I slept every night, and even though three months had passed, my body hadn’t forgotten how wonderful this bed felt.
My eyes opened slowly, and I took in the man beside me.
Bones.
He was wide awake, his stern gaze focused on me like a gun aimed at a target. His dirty-blond hair was close to his scalp because he’d recently gotten a haircut, and the beard along his jaw was a little thicker than it had been last night. Regardless of how thick his beard was or how short his hair was, he was still the beautiful and terrifying man I’d fallen in love with.
His shoulder was still wrapped in the thick gauze, and now there was a distinct color appearing underneath the white fabric, as if he was starting to bleed through the protective covering. I sighed and stretched my body, waking up in the most peaceful way I’d ever known.
His face was close to mine, but he didn’t touch me. His broad shoulders were thicker than they used to be. He hadn’t put on more weight, but more muscle. In the last three months, he’d obviously pushed his workout regime.
The line around his jaw was so deep it looked like a cut from a knife. He was chiseled from stone, a statue in dedication to a god. With little to say, he was just as strong and silent as he used to be. Like no time had passed at all, everything felt the same.
Like I hadn’t lost him for three months.
I tried not to think about the other women who’d been in this very bed since I’d been gone. How many had rolled around in these sheets? How many had said his name? I knew it didn’t matter because none of them meant anything to him. I was the only woman he ever wanted. Like they never happened in the first place, he’d forgotten about them by now.
I should forget them too.
I could feel his come dripping over my thighs, feel it still deep inside me. This was how I used to wake up every morning, and it was like walking into the past.
I stared at him for a while, memorizing the look of his face even though I would see it every day for the rest of my life. I wanted to soak it in, to make up for all the time we’d lost. Time had seemed to stand still since he became mine again. I’d ignored everything else in my life, from my phone to my family. Antonio had called me a few times, but I never had a chance to call him back. Now that I was with Bones again, sharing his bed and every other moment of my time, I wasn’t sure when I would call him back. If I could, I would just send him a text message and say it was over between us. He’d been such a gentleman toward me, but the second I had the man I really wanted, it was like he never mattered. I felt like a horrible person for thinking that.
But it was true.
Bones continued to stare at me, hardly blinking. His muscular chest rose and fell slowly with his breathing, and the mattress slightly declined in his direction because of the weight of his frame. Instead of touching me or smothering me with kisses, he studied me like I was a picture rather than a person.