Anything for her…
I tried exercises and stretches, but my back pain was still there. Mostly, I just kept ignoring it. It became a part of me like my addiction. I went to my classes, I did my therapy, I found a sponsor, and I worked through my steps to achieve my ultimate goal.
To stay in recovery.
I was scared shitless the last day of my program, even though I wanted nothing more than to go home to Briggs. To sleep in our bed together. To hold her anytime I wanted or needed. My counselor said that was normal for everyone to feel scared to enter the real world again. That it would have been weird if I didn’t feel that way. It was easier to stay clean in a controlled environment.
Briggs found us a four-bedroom, three-bath house with a pool and a huge backyard. She had it fully decorated by the time I came home. The house was beautiful but not nearly as beautiful as the smile on her face when she jumped into my arms the day I was discharged with a treatment plan that I kept everyday for the last four years.
We christened every corner of our new home, making up for lost time.
Twice.
We had more money than we knew what to do with, but I was getting restless needing to do something. I started sketching again, after years of being so fucking high, and numb. It not only affected my body but also my creativity. One day out of nowhere, I was drawing a sleeping Daisy on the couch beside me and for some reason her tattoos were my main focus in the sketch.
When she woke up I asked her what she thought about me getting my license to become a tattoo artist. She smiled, replying by kissing all over my face and sucking my cock like a goddamn pro in approval.
We opened a shop not long after. I tattooed and she handled all the managerial, customer service bullshit that I didn’t give a fuck about.
Her uncle had come to visit us a few times, checking in and keeping tabs on us I imagined. They still had a weird dynamic, but at least he was trying to be around in the only way he knew how. During his visits, we never talked about the past, but it was always lurking just around the corner. I would be lying if I said that seeing him didn’t trigger the demons that I had managed to keep at bay. I think a part of him knew that too.
“What's your favorite thing to do, Austin?” Briggs whispered, looking deep into my eyes as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
Bringing me closer to her.
I immediately caged her in with my arms around her pretty little face. Slightly pulling back her hair at the nook of her neck just like she loved. I leaned in close to her mouth, biting her bottom lip and huskily rasped, “Fucking you, baby. That's my favorite thing to do.”
We were happy again.
And more in love than ever.
“Prove it,” she challenged.
I didn’t have to be told twice. It was after hours, and we owned the fucking place. She was counting inventory and decided to sass me with her smart-ass mouth.
Her body was perfectly proportionate with mine as I stood in between her legs. She looked up at me with adoration and yearning. The heady expression that I could never get enough of had me losing control. I roughly grabbed the back of her neck and plunged my tongue into her eager and awaiting mouth. It went back and forth between us, each giving the other what we craved. She clutched on to my hair and I pulled on hers, beckoning her head to fall back and give me the liberty to assault her neck.
I ran my nose from her chin to her collarbone, kissing all over her breasts.
“Who’s my girl?” I baited, knowing she loved it when I asked.
Her nipples were already hard when I pulled down the front of her dress, waiting for me to take them into my mouth. I sucked and gently bit one while my hand caressed and fondled the other. Her breathing escalated and both of her soft, delicate hands gripped my hair as her hips gyrated forward on the edge of the counter, on the brink of falling.
I heard the rustling of my jeans as she unbuckled my belt, pulling out my hard cock. My hands went around to her ass, as I effortlessly picked her up off the counter. Sliding her panties to the side and slamming her right down onto my cock before she even saw it coming.
In one thrust, I was balls deep inside her.
Home.
We moaned in unison, both appreciating what the other was giving. She fit like a fucking glove, tightly wrapped around my cock. My arms leveled her up and down, thrusting her onto my shaft.
“Fuck… you feel good.”
Her g-spot was hitting the tip of my cock ring so perfectly and precise.
“Let go a little, look at me, I got you, you’re not going anywhere.”