Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“I’ve missed you, Kitten.”
“Then, show me,” I dare him again and wait to see what happens next.
After going for so long, feeling as if everything was wrong, it’s surreal to know that finally…finally, things are clicking into place. I bend down and place my lips against Tess’s. The taste of her is familiar, but it’s been so long since I’ve had it, that I can’t stop. I push my fingers through her hair and tighten them in it. The texture, the feel, along with her taste; combine to set my blood on fire. My tongue thrusts into her mouth, not asking for entry, taking it. I ravage her mouth in the same manner, owning it. Showing her, that regardless of what has gone down in the past, she is and always will be mine. She’s right there with me, taking what I give and doing her best to match me.
When we break apart she’s breathing so hard her body is visibly shaking. Her nipples are tight, hard nubs straining through her clothes, her cheeks are blushed with color and her lips are already swollen. My dick is already straining, and my balls are tight with the need to release. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex; since I’ve been inside Tess, and I know this won’t last long. There’s just no way. I need her too much. I take two steps away from her. She’s a drug that is clouding my head. I need to clear it if I have any hope of making this last longer than a couple of minutes.
I don’t ask, I just reach over and grab her shirt on each end of her collar and pull it apart. Buttons pull, release, or pop free. Her breasts are larger than I remember. She’s stopped breastfeeding Maddie, but maybe that still affects things. I undo the clasp at the center of her bra and Tess helps me by taking what’s left of her shirt off and then throwing her bra down to join it. My thumb goes to tweak her nipple, brushing it gently. Tess’s fingers are pushing into my hips, and when I do squeeze her nipple, her nails claw into me, making my dick throb in anticipation.
“Even more beautiful than I remembered, Kitten,” I praise her.
“Max…things are different now. I have stretch marks, and well, I’m just not the same,” she trails off, her face flushes even deeper in color, but I know now it’s from embarrassment, rather than excitement. I can’t have that.
I push her skirt down off her hips, hooking my fingers in her panties so that it all falls down in one movement. I see the small stretch marks that now cover her stomach and part of her hips. I pick her up and carry her to the bed, laying her down gently. Once she’s settled, I reach down to kiss her stomach. Later, when I have more patience, I will run my tongue over every mark on her body. For now my kiss will have to do.
“Tess, you are beautiful to me, always. These marks are just proof that you brought our amazing daughter into this world. I look at them and feel nothing but pride and need. Do you understand?” I ask her, my voice thick with emotion. I’m not lying, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. She nods her head in agreement, but I still see the doubt in her eyes. My eyes go to my name on her hip. She’s mine. I forgot that for a little while. I forgot what we had together. Her self-doubt is my fault, and I need to make sure I leave no room for doubts in her mind. She needs to know that there’s not another woman in the world who could compete with her, in my eyes. My finger trembles as I trace my name. Mine. For way too fucking long, I forgot that. I let her forget it—to think it wasn’t true. Time to remedy that.
I pull back, standing to undress while she watches. There’s interest and even desire in her eyes, but it’s almost trampled out by fear. I throw my clothes behind me with more force than necessary. I’m mad at the circumstances of our past—I’m mad at myself. I bury those feelings. They don’t belong between Tess and me right now. I need to start moving forward, not looking back. I need her to do that too. I pull her legs apart, admiring the way her sweet pussy is already glistening for me. I reach down and slap it once and enjoy the sound and feel of it so much that I do it again and then hold my hand there relishing the feel of her moisture, the rippling of her muscles contracting and the heat rolling off of her. Mine. Possessiveness moves through me hard and fast, and I can’t resist slapping her pussy again.