Cupping his cheek, I confess, “I love you.”
He freezes. “You mean that?”
I nod, holding back more tears. If there’s anything I’ve realized since we started the ATP Tour, it’s that my love for this man never went away. I buried it down deep where it was easy to ignore, but it was always there.
“I never stopped.”
“You have no fucking idea how happy it makes me to hear that.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.” He nods, brushing my curls away from my forehead. “It’s a good thing, because I love you, too. I love your mind—how smart and sassy you are. I love your humor and your confidence. I love how much you love your family. I love your passion for clothes and all the things you post on social media. I love the way you speak your mind and don’t shy from the difficult topics. I never stopped and I never will.” His face falls slightly when my tears come even faster. “Oh, baby. Please, don’t cry.” He kisses the tears away, wiping away the ones he can’t.
“I wasted so much time.”
He shakes his head. “No, you didn’t, baby. We needed that time to grow apart so we could grow back together. Better. Stronger. Nothing’s going to tear us apart ever again, you hear me?”
I dry the last of my tears and crack a smile. “Will you please fuck me now?” I beg.
He shakes his head and I make a small sound of protest. Before I can voice my verbal annoyance, he says, “I’m not going to fuck you. Not right now. I’m making love to my wife.”
His words are cheesy but considering my emotional state I gobble them right up.
“Let me get this off you, baby.” He tugs on my shirt.
I lift my arms in silent obedience so he can get rid of the soft cotton fabric. He groans when he finds me bare beneath it.
“Fucking hell, these tits drive me crazy.” He cups my breasts in his palms, swirling his thumbs around my nipples. My back arches, begging for more. He keeps his eyes on me as he swirls his tongue around my sensitive flesh.
He lays me down and works his way down my body after he’s rid me of my bottoms, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
When he reaches my core, I begin to squirm, and he grins up at me. “Does my beautiful wife want me to give this pretty pussy some well-deserved attention?” He takes his fingers, partingmy folds. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, sounding downright ravenous.
The first swipe of his tongue has my hips arching to meet his mouth. The second has me slapping my hand over my mouth to stifle my moans.
He grabs my arm and pins it to the bed. “Don’t you dare try to cover up your sounds. Let me hear how good I make you feel.” When I don’t say anything, he says, “Nod if you understand.” I jerk my head quickly. “Good.” He presses a kiss to my clit. “Now let me eat.”
He licks and sucks at my flesh like I’m a five-star meal and he doesn’t want to leave anything behind.
In no time my fingers are gripping the sheets and I’m struggling against him from the intensity of it all.
“Fisher, I—I’m gonna…”
“That’s it, baby,” he croons. “Soak my face.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to recover from the orgasm. He just keeps going and since I’m already so sensitive, I come again embarrassingly fast.
I struggle to catch my breath as he climbs off the bed. He fully strips off his clothes and gives his cock a hard tug.
“Do you want me to get a condom?” he asks. “I know last time?—”
He trails off because I’m already shaking my head. “We don’t need it.”
He rejoins me on the bed, the warmth of his body nearly swallowing me whole as he settles on top of me.
“Wait.” My hand settles on his chest, right over the pounding of his heart. “I want to?—”
He already senses what I’m going to say and shakes his head profusely. “If that fucking dangerous mouth of yours touches my cock right now, I’m gonna blow in zero-point-two seconds.” A giggle escapes me and he smirks. “Oh, that amuses you?”
