He takes a moment to step back and stand, tugging his jeans down and setting them down on the floor beside mine, discarding his shirt in the same second. I’m overdressed, lying back in my thong and t-shirt, but the way he watches me, with an insatiable hunger, makes me feel naked and vulnerable.
He watches me for a moment, stroking his hard cock as he stares. His eyes devour me, the blue shade almost black with lust as he drinks me in. I want to touch myself, to show him exactly what he does to me, the way I wish he was touching me, but I don’t dare to. I only want him—his mouth, his fingers, his cock—to bring me the pleasure I so desperately crave.
“Listen, Bailey,” he says as he lies back over me, the weight of him caging me in. “I know things have been tough between us. I’ve hurt you more than I’d ever believed possible, and I don’t blame you for your doubts or resistance to trust me. Trust is hard to rebuild, though I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make you once again believe in me and this thing between us that completely consumes me.”
“Nash, I want this. I want you despite everything that should make me wary of you. I can't resist the way you make me feel.”
“Fuck, Angel. You’re so fucking beautiful.” His eyes drink me in, making me feel desired. “I want to taste more of this pussy, my pussy.” Lowering his mouth to my pussy, his tongue brushes against my sensitive clit, eliciting a sharp moan as he slowly licks through my slit. My body shutters as my pleasure vibrates through me, but it doesn't stop him. It only makes him move quicker.
Nash licks and sucks expertly so, pushing two fingers inside me as he fucks me, begging me to come for him. I’m so close, my muscles squeezing him tight as his thumb finds my clit, and applies the perfect amount of pressure that has me seeing stars.
“Nash, please. I need your cock. I want it inside me, fucking me like it knows I belong to you, only you.” I don’t care if I sound desperate. I want him too badly.
Looking between us, I find his cock throbbing hard as it teases my entrance, his precum slipping through my wetness and coating us both in our arousal. With one hand, he tugs my shirt off, my bra along with it, releasing my breasts. My tits are bouncing as he pulls out his fingers out of me, only to slowly push the tip of his cock inside. Immediately my body burns, molding to the size of him. I’m so close to coming, just a few movements and I’m already there.
I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his lips to mine as he fucks me, his cock moving to the perfect steady rhythm. My entire being is alive and aching for him. With every staggering breath, every unsteady beat of my heart, I fall deeper and deeper in love with him. With Nash by my side, I'm invincible. We can defeat anything that comes our way, any adversary, and those who hate to see us happy and together.
Unable to look away from him, I release his lips only to cup his face in my palm, my free hand creeping behind his neck, pulling him in closer to me until our noses touch. “I love you, Nash. With every part of me. I’ve always loved you and I will never stop loving you.” This right here is everything I’ve ever wanted. “You once made me promise not to fall in love, though it was too late. Now it’s my turn. Nash Bishop.” I inhale a sharp breath, willing myself to say the words, begging to be let out. “Love me, I dare you.”
I can feel his smile against my lips. The way his eyes glimmer with so much affection, I know he feels the same way about me before he says it.
“Little did you know B, I always have.” The moans on my lips become screams of unbridled passion as he relentlessly pumps his cock into me. “I love you Bailey King,” he muttersbetween thrusts. “More than I have ever loved anyone, more than I thought possible. I live and breathe you.” Shockwaves run through me as my orgasm rattles me. Nash pumps into me faster and deeper, my pussy pulsating harder as another orgasm builds. With one last deep stroke, warm cum fills me as the muscles in his cock tighten, his chest convulsing over me so beautifully.
His breathing turns ragged and heavy on my neck as he slowly pulls his cock out, hot cum running out of me and onto my inner thighs. Warm breath tickles my skin as he withdraws, leaving a trail of heat and need between us. My thighs ache, my pussy burning from his passionate assault, leaving me with a lingering sensation that proves he is mine.
With a soft sigh, I feel a wave of raw desire and pleasure wash over me as Nash collapses on the bed beside me. I instantly tangle my limbs around him, though he takes his time, catching his breath as his fingers trace the ink along my skin.
“I wrote you letters,” he whispers into my hair. “Hundreds of letters, yet I never sent them. Ten years’ worth of feelings of pain and grief. Of love and longing that I couldn’t get myself to admit out loud. Yet there it was, all written in ink on paper. Every single thing I felt for you came to life in my mind, and remains stamped forever on paper.”
“Nash,” I say, looking up at him, but he quiets me with a soft kiss against my lips.
“I’ll give them to you one day. My love, my grief, my regret, it’s all there, and it’s all yours. All of me belongs to you, now, forever and always, Angel.”
Having him here with me, by my side, accepting this is our forever, lights a surge of pleasure that weaves through every fabric of my being. Our heartbeats and heady breaths dance to the perfect synchronized rhythm and in his eyes, I see my greatest self. A reflection of the woman I always hoped to be,of the woman he sees and fell in love with. Our love knows no bounds, and tonight is a true testament to that. With every kiss and every caress, Nash seals our fate, whispers of the promise of forever warming my entire soul.
