I keep my eyes locked with hers as she nods her head, telling me she’s okay and, as gently as possible, I move my hips out of her.
Her hands come around my body, flattening out on my back as her eyes roll into the back of her head, her mouth gaping open.
“Goddamn, I’ve missed you.” I tell her, causing her eyes to open back up and she looks at me. Both of us are aware of what I’m meaning. She’s been here for a few days, but now she’s mine-mine, again.
We keep eye contact as I slow my pace, rocking inside of her and then back out. I watch her face with each motion, making sure it’s not too much for her.
Her teeth graze her lip and she pulls me down to her, kissing me again, our kiss matching the tempo of our hips.
She smirks as I pull away from her. I know my face contorting as I try to repress my release to keep the moment.
“Zane.” She whimpers underneath me as I feel her walls already tightening. “Fuck me.” She moans, her hand sliding down as she grips ahold of my ass, squeezing it and pulling me into her again. “I’m gonna cum, fuck me.”
My eyes roll back as I slam into her once, looking down, trying to make sure that she’s not in pain, but at this moment, I’m not sure I can stop myself. I know what she’s asking me to do. So I slam into her repeatedly, losing myself in the moment, hearing her moans that are only fueling me further.
And then I feel it, the most satisfying of this, maybe even more satisfying than my own orgasm and also spurting me into my own release. She squirts out on me, our moans mixed into a perfect melody.
As I open my eyes, looking down at her, I realize I should feel fucking exposed, but I don’t, with her… it just feels right.
This is what people mean when they say making love.
“Tate.” Darren’s voice calls to me. I knew that this was coming. It’s why I haven’t taken any isolated jobs. I see Darren standing, leaning against the doorframe, and I cross my arms over my chest, glaring up at him.
I say nothing because with everyone around us, I’m sure the police department discourages telling how you want to run their balls through a grater, but then again if they knew that this piece of shit beats his wife, they wouldn’tlovethat either. They still wouldn’t turn their backs on him.
I say nothing to him, instead; I turn around him and move into the kitchen.
“Tate…” He trails, but I don’t look back at him. “Come on, you’re being ridiculous.”
“Me?” I laugh out loudly, spinning around and glaring at him. “I’m being ridiculous. I think my reaction is pretty fucking logical, considering what happened.”
“Where are you staying?”
I don’t answer him, just laugh, shaking my head.
“You left your rings.”
“Oh, you mean you actually found them? I’m surprised by that.” The sarcasm drips from the words.
“You don’t have to be a fucking cunt about it.” He steps into me, dropping his voice.
A month ago, when he would step into me like this, I would have backed up, except this time I match his step, moving even closer to him. He can’t even hide how it shocks him. “You haven’t even seen me acting like a cunt. Keep it up. Come around him, anyone there, anything that they fucking own again, and I’ll show just how much of a cunt I can actually be.”
He glares at me, stepping even closer. His fist tightening into a ball at his sides.
“Go ahead. Hit me. Show everyone here who you really fucking are.”
“You want to paint me as a villain, but I can give you such a better life than he ever can.”
“Yeah, right up till the point where you kill me.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“Am I?” I shout before dropping my voice again. “You. Killed. My baby.”
“Our baby.”
“No.” I point at him. I can see my finger shaking from the rage that I am holding in. “You lost the privilege of calling it yours when you hit me. No, fuck that. You lost that privilege when you backed me into a corner to marry you.”
