“You’ve no fucking idea, sweetheart,” he growled, “After you have my cock, I’m going to treat you to my mouth. And I promise you, no fucker will ever separate us again.”
He scooped me up and carried me to the bed. His face had that intense look that I loved. It meant business; it meant that he was about to fuck me hard, just the way I liked it. He laid me down on the bed and I watched as he removed his jeans; there was nothing under them so he was now naked for me and what a glorious sight that was. I drank him in. J was only improving with age as far as I was concerned, and for a man that was pretty damn perfect to start with, that meant he was off the charts magnificent now. My gaze was drawn to a new tattoo on his chest; one I hadn’t noticed since he’d been back. I sat up and traced it with my fingers. It was a circle but the line of the circle was broken up by numbers at two different sections, and the circle also wasn’t complete. There was a swirly letter M in the centre of the circle.
“What does this tat mean?” I asked him, breaking into our heated moment.
He looked down at his chest and reached for my hand. Then he looked back at me; love shining out of his eyes. Letting go of my hand, he pointed at one of the numbers. “This is the date we first got together, your birthday years ago.” He then pointed at the other number. “And this is the date we got back together this time.”
“Why isn’t the circle joined at the ends?” I asked.
“Because I need the date of our wedding. That will go in that gap and then the circle will be complete,” he murmured without taking his eyes off mine.
Holy shit. In that moment, I realised just how much my man loved me. I reached my hand up and curled it around his neck, and pulled his lips to mine. We joined in a kiss that reached right down into my soul. My heart was completely his. Our lives would forever be entwined because I was never letting him go again.
J moved onto the bed and gently pushed me onto my back while continuing our kiss. His hands moved to my shirt and he pushed it up and over my head. We broke apart momentarily but hungrily found each other’s lips again as soon as he had my shirt off. I moaned when his fingers slid into my panties and found my clit.
When his finger entered me, he groaned and broke our kiss. “Fuck, babe. You’re ready to go, aren’t you?” He was staring down at me through lust filled eyes; eyes that I could get lost in for days at a time.
I nodded. Pushing my body towards him at the same time that he thrust his finger back inside me caused him to go deep, and it felt so fucking good that I jerked in pleasure. Heat flashed across his face and he pulled out of me and ripped my panties off.
“Bra, babe. Get it off,” he commanded forcefully.
Who was I to argue? I did as he said and he moved over me so we were skin to skin. His cock was hard against me; teasing me. I’d gone without him for months and I felt like a horny teenager who couldn’t get enough. I needed him now; all of him, in every way I could have him.
He held himself over me and directed his cock to my entrance. I was wet and more than ready and he wasn’t in the mood to fuck around. He thrust straight in, all the way, on a groan.
“Fuck, Madison. Never again...never fucking again,” he grunted as he pulled back out and thrust hard again.
I wrapped my legs and arms around him, and held on for dear life as he fucked me. J was a man on a mission and I, for one, was not complaining. I squeezed my eyes shut and let the feelings overtake me completely.
“Babe, eyes. Need your fucking eyes,” he growled.
I did as he said and opened them. What I found nearly made me come right then and there. He was fucking me hard but his gaze was full of love. It told me that I was unequivocally his.
I gripped on to him harder and tightened the hold my legs had on him in an effort to get as close to him as I could. There was a burning desire inside me to be joined to him in every possible way; my love for him had only grown while he’d been away.
As he continued to thrust in and out, I moved my hips to meet his thrusts and I knew I was getting close. “J, I’m going to come,” I panted, knowing that he liked for me to wait for him. Tonight, however, I knew there was no way I could make it. He’d gotten me here fast.
He didn’t answer me; simply nodded in his frantic rush to get himself off. This hadn’t been about me, this fuck. No, this had been all for him and he was blindly pursuing his release.