sweet Giselle, the woman I’d lost my heart to the first time I ever laid eyes on her.
“I missed you.” I hadn’t meant to say the words out loud, but there was no way of taking them back, so I caught her lips with mine once more as I pressed her back against the bed. Her warm, supple flesh felt familiar beneath my much larger hands as I moved them up and over her body.
The sweet sighs she made when I found her pussy with my fingers was music to my ears, and when I looked at her body and saw the marks left by my rough treatment of her earlier, I almost wept. I warred with myself as my lips softly kissed each mark I’d left. Part of me felt I’d done her a disservice, that I needed to make it up to her for the way I’ve been treating her, while the other side of me held fast that she was the one who screwed up no matter the reason.
If I apologize now, wouldn’t that be as good as saying that I accept the decisions she’d made not only to leave me but to keep the birth of my son a secret from me as well? I can’t bring myself to do it because I don’t feel that way, but I can at least make it up to her in other ways. I can show her some of the love and tenderness I’d given her once before. There’s no one else I want to share that with anyway; it all belongs to her. Always has, always will.
So even though I wasn’t going to give her the words, I set about showing her through touch that I was no longer angry at her. If she noticed the changes, she didn’t utter a word, but her body’s response told me that she was well aware that there was something different this time. She relaxed much faster and was no longer tense when I moved my hands over her body.
When I brushed her legs apart with my shoulders to get at her heat, she didn’t hesitate to grip my hair in her fists when I dipped my tongue inside her and lapped up her juices that were already flowing into my mouth. She didn’t try to hide her pleasure from me or the fact that she was enjoying having her pussy eaten out by me. Without words being spoken, we showed each other what we wanted from one another so that by the time I made my way up her body, she knew to open her mouth wide to accept the head of my cock past her lips.
She didn’t complain when I fisted her hair too tight or when I fucked into her neck too deep. Because that’s the way I’ve always face fucked her. Telling her to release me so I could spend my seed deep inside her was new, though, since more often than not, I enjoyed cumming on her tongue.
When I made my way back down her body between her thighs, I made sure to hold her eyes with mine. I know how shy she is and reveled in seeing the blush on her cheeks as I took my cock in hand and slipped it inside her. Once I was seated balls deep in her, I held her head between my hands and looked down at her. “No, keep them open,” I ordered when she began to close her eyes.
Fucking her with my barriers down was a whole new experience. It wasn’t like before before she left. This was new; I was fucking the mother of my child, the woman who I’d believed had betrayed me but now knew different. At that moment, I realized that we could never go back, things would never be the same again, but I found peace in knowing that we’d be even better this time around; I’ll make sure of it.
My thoughts were getting away from me, my mind traveling to places best left unchartered for now. So I closed the distance between our mouths and kissed her while pounding my cock into her nice and slow. It’s going to take a while for me to tame this wild need inside of me for her. So I calmed her with my kisses even as my cock went in and out of her like a battering ram.
Her pussy was wet and tight, so I knew she was right there with me, and when