AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Nothing stood between me and him but the door.
Tears came to my eyes and rushed down my cheeks, but I didn’t make a sound. I didn’t want him to hear. I didn’t want him to heal this. I wanted to feel this deep in my bones. This…intense loss of control to something bigger than who we were.
I was so helpless to the need. To love. To him.
As I wiped them away, I went for the door, suddenly unable to be separated from him for a second longer. He sat on the bed, head down. His shoes had been kicked off. His suit jacket had been left over a chair next to the window. His tie was loosened, and it snaked around his neck. His sleeves were rolled up.
He looked up and met my eyes.
What I saw in them almost made me stumble back. They were watery.
He held out his arms for me. I went into them, standing between his legs. I leaned down some so I could kiss his forehead. When I straightened, he wrapped his arms around me, and I lost my breath. He held on to me like he was holding on to the life he almost lost.
“I love you,” he said, his words muffled against my stomach. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too,” I said, holding him even closer.
He looked up at me. “Not another second,” he said, his voice rough. “Couldn’t do another second being locked out.”
“I know,” I whispered. “Me, too. Because when you’re locked out, so am I. I’m separated from you, too.” I took his tie and slid it from around his neck, throwing it across the bed. Then I tried to move out of his hold.
He refused to let me go.
“Unzip me. Find out what’s underneath this dress.”
With a warm, heavy sigh, he let up on the pressure. I took a deep breath, turning around. His hand moved slowly as it caressed the fabric of the gown, over every curve. When he reached the open back, his finger traced the edge of the material and my skin. The contrast between the softness of his touch and the roughness of his hands made me shiver. His fingers lingered until they came to the zipper, and he set me free.
The dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it, still in my heels. He picked it up, setting it on the bottom of the bed. His eyes concentrated on it for a second, looking right where the blood had stained the other one. I took his face and turned it toward me. Then I took a step back.
I’d worn a fancy white strapless bra and matching garters.
This time, the look in his eyes made me tremble. They were hungry. Oh God, so starved.
“I held out,” he said, his voice as gritty as sandpaper. “I haven’t touched another woman since you. I’ve done a lot, but when I go, I don’t want that on me. Adulterer.”
Each of his words lightly licked my flesh, and my skin contracted.
“I know,” I whispered. “I kept up.”
He grinned, but it didn’t match the look possessing his eyes. He reached out and pulled me forward, his warm hands cupping my cool ass cheeks. I was anxious, and it was making me feel cold. He switched our positions and took a knee in front of me. He used his teeth to shimmy one garter down. Then he did the same to the other one. He shot both across the room after they were over my feet. His hand came to my waist, and he pushed me back onto the bed.
I took his hand, holding it. My eyes closed and a slow breath trembled from my lips when his mouth came against my skin in slow, soft kisses. When his rough hands started to touch me.
“Relax,” he said. “Let me enjoy my gift. My wife. Here with me again.”
My hands grasped the bedding when he parted my thighs and his nose skimmed me between the legs. He breathed in deep and his eyes closed, like he was smelling a scent he loved. When his tongue replaced his nose, my back arched, pushing myself even closer to his face, and I moaned. My body felt entirely new. Like it had never been touched before. All my nerves were contained to one spot and exposed, where the pulse beat, making me so fucking sensitive. It had been so long.
“You taste so fucking good.” His eyes were hooded as he slipped his finger inside of me. He watched as he moved it in and out. The pressure was building, just from his momentum, and when he stopped and put his mouth on me again…
“Mmm,” I moaned long and low, my hips pulsing with the rhythm of his tongue. He was wild, making noises to match. And when he bit me and then sucked that spot, I screamed out. That pulse felt like it was on fire, and the pleasure was driven by the heat.
My head was still light when he tore my bra in half. My eyes slowly opened, but my hands flew out. I ripped his shirt, the buttons flying in all different directions. Then I went for his pants. He hissed when I unzipped them in a rush and caught his dick. His eyes flared with heat, and he came back even wilder than before.
His mouth. My mouth. His hands. My hands.
It was like our bodies were starved, and the food was each other.
He made a noise deep and low in his throat when our naked bodies came together. “I missed this. I missed you. So fucking much.”
