But Christ, the restraint it took.
Because underneath all that tenderness, my hunger for her was fucking rabid.
My cock had throbbed against her all night, begging to bury itself inside her wet pussy, to fuck her until my name was the only word she remembered how to say.
My mouth had watered imagining spreading her thighs and my tongue pushing past every inch of shame Scott left behind.
I yearned to take her in ways she couldn’t deny.
And soon, I would.
I planned to devour her slowly, bite by bite, until she forgot what it felt like to be unloved.
She probably thought last night was intense.
That was just the beginning.
Soon, I’d stop holding back.
And when I did, she would finally know what it meant to be consumed.
“Mommy!” Oliver hollered from the hallway. “I can’t find my Bushy Bear socks!”
Teyonah groaned.
“Mommy.” Oliver knocked on the door.
She yawned and yelled back, “Finish getting dressed Oliver. I’ll help you find the socks soon.”
“Okay, Mommy.”
“Do you want me to help?”
“No. I’ve got it.” She slowly sat up and turned to me. “But. . .I don’t want the kids to know you slept here. We’re still figuring this out.”
I didn’t like the secrecy, but I understood.
She wasn’t wrong.
If Oliver or J ran in and found me here, and naked in their mother’s sheets, the confused questions would come too fast, and her answers weren’t ready yet.
While I knew what I wanted, Teyonah and the kids needed time, space, the careful stitching of our love into their lives instead of a tear that ripped through all at once.
I told myself it was like medicine. One didn’t rip the bandage off before the wound has sealed. You protected it, kept it hidden until it could withstand air.
“That’s fine.” I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, let my thumb linger at her jaw for a heartbeat longer than I should have, and whispered, “Okay. I’ll go.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast.” I slid out of the bed.
My feet hit the floorboards with a quiet thud.
Next, I gathered my damp clothes. The absence of her warmth was immediate, a cold I carried as I snuck down the stairs.
Next, I eased the back door open and slipped through.
The dawn air bit cold against my neck.
