“No…not this time,” she moaned, taking my face in her hands, wiping away the water that trickled down my face. “This time you need to fuck me. I need to feel what I’ve been missing since you went away.” She swallowed, her eyes holding mine captive. “Please,” she begged.
I learned something in that moment, something I knew all along but tried to ignore, I could never deny her. I could pretend, live my life saying it’s best for both of us, for her son, if I’m not in her life. In the larger scheme of things, she’d always have me. I’d always be there when she needed me. Whether it is holding her hand when she gave birth, breaking her ex-boyfriend’s arm, or simply just loving her physically and emotionally. I’d always give in, even if I put up a fight at first, she’d always win me in the end. She owned me.
I bent my head and took her mouth gently, this time turning her around never breaking the kiss. I lifted her up, back against the cold tile and heard her shriek at the coldness.
I kissed her shoulder blade as her legs wrapped around my waist, my cock brushing against the part of her that craved me the most. Her arms hung loosely around my neck and I pulled back slightly to glance at her. It was the biggest mistake of my life and that’s saying a lot since I had been making mistakes since I was twelve years old. However, right there, looking at her and the way she stared at me, like I could make her whole or some shit, completely fucked with me. I would always remember that moment for as long as I lived and when I drop dead I’ll probably die with this moment being my last memory.
I held her gaze as I did what we both wanted for so long, what we both needed, I pushed inside her filling her with my cock, making her and I whole again. Her body enveloped me, her pussy eating me up, taking me inch by inch until I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began. I pulled out and thrusted back in, rotating my hips and grinding into her, working her hips so that her body bounced up and down on my cock. She arched her back against the tiles, pulling me deeper inside of her.
My hands squeezed her ass as I sped up my motions, fucking her hard and desperate against the shower wall. She bucked and screamed, her head twisting and turning wildly as she latched down onto my dick, claiming it with her pussy. My fucking pussy, my sweet fucking pussy made especially for me. Thinking of her, claiming her cunt as my own, set me off as I pounded recklessly inside of her. I fucked her hard enough to believe fucking her right now was making up for the four years I had fucked her in my dreams.
She writhed against me, her nails raking down my back, clawing my ass as she pulled me as deep and far inside of her as I could possibly go. Then when I knew I was home, I came inside her. I dropped my head to her shoulder.
“Fuck Reese’s,” I whispered hoarsely. Her index finger tilted my chin upward and my eyes met hers. She opened her mouth to say something but as quickly as her lips parted, they closed together again. I kiss her gently, deciding it was probably for the best she didn’t speak what her eyes were already saying. I don’t think I could bare it. I slowly withdrew myself from her, already aching at the loss of being buried inside of her. I settled her down on her feet watching as she swayed a little. I shut the water off, pulled back the curtain and grabbed the towel from the rack. I patted her down, towel drying her body before wrapping the towel tightly around her. I grabbed another towel from the cabinet and quickly dried myself off, feeling her gaze intently watching my every move.
I lifted her again, cradling her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. The last woman to sleep in this bed was her. I lay her sated body on the side she claimed for herself and removed the towel from her body. Her breasts were swollen a trail of marks my mouth left all over her body and the ones from my scruff. She doesn’t seem to mind in fact she seems the most relaxed I’ve seen her since I’ve been home. I drop the towel from my waist and crawl into bed beside her. I pull her warm body against mine and kiss the back of her neck.
“Go to sleep Reese’s, I promise the dreams will be good,” I whisper against her skin before tightening my hold on her.
She sighs softly and rests her head on my chest.
“You were the one who went away, the one who came home after three years,” she whispers into my ear. “So why is it I’m the one who feels like I finally broke free and came home?”
I don’t answer her. I trail my fingertips up and down her spine, pray that tomorrow comes, and I can still hold onto the woman that’s holding onto me for dear life. She knows already. She’s used to my shit. I’m the one in denial. I’m the one who tries to hang on to hope even knowing I will let her go again.
Chapter Thirteen: 2014