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She was in her nightdress, so I gathered the material and lifted it up her body, revealing the tits I hadn’t seen in months. I felt like a teenager who got to see boobs for the first time, and I stared a little too long before I kissed her again, my fingers hooking in her panties before pulling them over her ass.
The last woman I’d been with had happened months ago, and I’d felt so guilty about it that I didn’t enjoy it. The last time I’d been with Avice had been even longer, so for me, it felt like a dry spell that had lasted an eternity.
She started to take off my clothes, removing the top of my uniform to expose my naked chest. She hesitated the way I did when I saw her tits, like she’d forgotten just how muscular I was, how my chest was thick like the walls that protected this city.
My mouth caught hers again, and I grabbed her ass as I kissed her, all my desire pouring out like lava from a volcano. I wanted her—so fucking badly. I felt her loosen my trousers and get my boxers down, my rock-hard dick exposed.
I kicked my boots off before I lifted her from the floor and took her into the bedroom down the hall, the bedroom I’d never seen before. The sheets were rumpled like she’d been sleeping when I knocked on the door. I dropped her on top then moved between her thighs, bringing our bodies close together, my sex touching hers for the first time in gods knew how long.
She was so warm…so smooth.
I should slow this down, but I was so pent up and desperate that I guided myself between her lips and sank, pushing past her body’s initial resistance and sliding nice and slow. The groan that escaped my lips was long and drawn-out, feeling her tightness like it was the first time.
She moaned with me, her eyes burning like flames.
I stopped when there was nowhere else to go, fully buried in my wife, reunited with her, body and soul. Anxious and desperate, I wanted to fuck her like a whore I’d paid for the night, but I forced myself to slow down and treasure every moment we shared. I folded her underneath me and brought us close together, kissing her as I rocked into her, making love to the only woman I ever loved.
She said my name, a whisper on her lips, nails deep in my back like stakes buried in the ground. “Ian…”
The sound of her voice was ingrained in my mind, so I could hear it in my head all the time, recreate it when I wanted to hear it most. I pictured her saying my name many times, in my darkest fantasies when I imagined she was still mine. “Baby…”
* * *
I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep like that since…I’d lost her.
I opened my eyes, the morning light coming through the window and stretching across the bed. Her beautiful skin glowed in the warmth. She was on her side facing the window, still asleep.
It took all my strength not to kiss her.
I moved closer to her, pressed my chest to her back, and hooked my arm over her stomach. My face rested against her hair, and I smelled her, remembering when I got to do this every single day.
We lay that way for a long time then she started to stir, stretching her body and grinding her ass right against my hard dick without realizing it. She took a deep breath then let it out slowly, her eyes opening to the sunlight right on her face.
“Morning.” I pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder.
“Morning…”
“It’s going to be a beautiful day.” I looked at the light coming through the window as the peace settled on my shoulders. I hadn’t felt this calm, this grounded, in a long time. For the first time, I appreciated the little things, the softness of sheets, the warmth of sunshine on a cold day, a quiet house because it was just the two of us.
She left my hold and got to her feet, stunning in her nakedness, her sexy curves breathtaking. She bent over to grab her nightdress from the floor, and I felt my dick twitch when I got a perfect view of everything. There were stretch marks on her tummy from Lila—and I found those the sexiest of all. She covered herself with the dress, but the image was seared into my mind. “I’m going to make coffee.”
“Alright.” I watched her go as I stayed in bed, remembering the mornings she would wake up the house with her cooking. She’d usually make pancakes and bacon for us. Lila and I would fight over the crunchiest pieces of meat.
I smelled the coffee moments later and walked into the living room, my clothes on the floor where I’d left them. I put on my boxers before I tossed the wood into the fireplace and got it started. The flames came to life and immediately brought warmth to the cottage. When I walked to the kitchen counter, I saw the mug waiting for me, black and steaming.
She ran her fingers through her hair before she took a drink, gorgeous first thing in the morning, when her eyes were rested.
I wanted to pack her things and bring them back to the castle that very morning, but I knew I shouldn’t rush it. She’d probably want to take it slow, have dinner a few times, work on the relationship before we were back to our marital bliss.
I noticed she hadn’t looked at me yet. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah. Just waking up.”
My arm slid around her waist, and I pulled her close, kissing her on the mouth. But unlike last night, there wasn’t much warmth to it. Her lips were stiff and cold. I pulled away to look at her face, to see the way she avoided my look again. “Baby?”
She looked down into her coffee.
Now I stared at her face…and saw the look of regret.
