I bite my bottom lip, and he groans some more. One hand wrapped around him, I spit as much as my dry mouth can muster and put him in my mouth. Working all the way down as far as I can, I make sure to move my tongue along the underside of his dick. He juts his hips to get more of his length down my throat. I lick as I move my hand and mouth at the same time. He likes it when I take him deep, so I focus on every other stroke deep-throating him.
He makes noises of complete bliss as I work him into a frenzy. He tosses my name into the praises every several seconds, but for the most part he’s in nirvana, his hands on my head. When he tells me he’s about to come, I grab his balls with my free hand and tug a little. Smith thrusts into my mouth one more time, his movement jagged and uncontrolled. Then I pull away quickly.
“What about now?” I ask. “Sex now?”
He’s panting, a frustrated melody of groans and rasps. “No, your turn now. If I put my dick inside you right now, I’ll come before it even starts.” He spins me on my backwith ease and licks my nipples. “You taste sweet. My god. This. I’ve missed this so much.”
His warm mouth on my breasts sends tingling over every inch of my skin. I’ve missed this too. I’ve missed so much that I finally feel whole after being empty. His full, wet lips glide down my stomach. Merely lips and wet kisses turn into his wet tongue diving between my legs. There’s no teasing. It’s an assault of flicking and sucking furiously. It’s a pleasure so unbearable that I almost forget where we are and how much time has passed.
“That. Keep doing that,” I say. I arch my back, and he pushes my hips back down with strong hands. He keeps one arm draped over my stomach to control my movements. The other hand is busy rubbing my clit in small, firm circles. It’s the quickest I’ve ever come. It’s explosive and out of control. I scream out and tilt my head back as the waves hit me. One by one. Cementing the decision we just made. “I’ll never not want this, Smith,” I rasp. “Being with you like this is the only thing that feels right.”
The truth, spoken out loud, sounds so good. Better than a million lies to make myself feel something after he left.
He sucks my clit one more time, wipes his lips off on my lower stomach, and slides up to kiss my cheek. “Promise?” he asks, lips brushing the side of my ear.
I nod. “Yes.” When I kiss his mouth, I taste myself. I lick his lips, tracing the outline with the tip of my tongue. “Right now, I want this.” I grab his dick between our sweaty bodies. “Inside me.”
I guide him to my entrance and tease the head with my wetness. I force just the tip inside, and we both groan in pure bliss. The sensations are almost overwhelming. I want to scream and cry and come around him over and over, and it hasn’t even started. “Do that again,” he says, burying his face in my neck. “I want to feel that again.”
“Don’t move,” I command. Squeezing him in my palm with a firm grip, I move my hips up and swirl them in a circle. His hard cock grazes my wet hole but doesn’t enter. The next circle I make, I press a little harder. His cock goes in. Not all the way, but a little more than the time before. “Like that?”
“Just like that,” he rasps.
I repeat the movement, but this time I grab his ass and push him all the way inside me.
“Fuck, yes,” Smith hisses. He kisses my lips as we relish in our connection. He doesn’t move at first, but we both want it so badly that I know it won’t be long. His tongue dives in my mouth, and his hands fist in my hair.
“Your turn,” I say.
“Permission to move?”
My core clenches in anticipation. “Please,” I moan, rocking my hips.
He doesn’t need any more than that. He begins thrusting into me with fury. His lips turn into teeth. He bites my bottom lip with a smile still on his mouth andabsolute lust shining in his eyes. The sight is intoxicating.
“This is where I want to be, Care,” he says in between kissing me. He closes his eyes as he continues his punishing thrusts. I raise my hips to meet each one stroke for stroke, the wetness and friction proving to be too much for my willpower to handle. “This is everything,” he breathes, his voice ragged with desire.
I moan as a reply and tell him I’m coming and to keep the pace just where it’s at. Running my hands over the sculpted planes of his back and backside, I feel his scars, the rigid indents where smooth flesh used to be. He’s home.
“You’re mine,” I whisper. A claim I’m more than ready to accept for the rest of time. I’m his fiancée.
He dips his face into the crook of my neck as we come at the same time. Smith clutches me tightly, and I wrap my legs around his waist to keep him deep inside me. There’s no one to see this moment, two naked bodies combined as one.
But I think if there were, they wouldn’t second-guess what it meant. Smith is kissing my forehead and stroking my face rashly, roughly asking me if he’s dreaming. I’m staring at him like he’s the only man left on the face of the planet, and I can’t bear to separate from him.
He eventually does pull out of me, a reluctant feat that just stirs the lust inside our hearts even more. We end up making love again, this time slower, more cautious of what it means, excited for what we’ve done.
We promised each other forever.
And that almost never happens.
Not in our world. Not where family turns a blind eye to abuse, or when bad men prey on insecurities and weaknesses. Not when a man loses brothers to bad men with ill intentions. No, forever is a pipe dream. We’re lucky enough to have right now, and we’re going to make the most of it. If luck is on our side, because we are surely owed some of that, time will grace us with the ability to love each other so much that the amount of months and years doesn’t matter.
We will take the dim reality of the state of this world and color it with something spectacular.
Epilogue
CARINA
