kissing my way down her chest, her navel, the inside of her thighs. My thumbs skated between her hips and the fabric, and I peeled it down, cock throbbing at the sight of her bare pussy in my face.
She held onto my shoulders, stepping out of the thong now at her ankles, and then she unsnapped her bra, her beautiful breasts spilling out above me.
I groaned, reaching up to palm her with one hand and grabbing her ass with the other. I yanked her closer, kissing her mound, down, down, down, until my tongue swept over her clit.
Belle leaned into the touch with a moan, her hands fisting in what little hair of mine she could grab. She hiked one leg up onto my shoulder, allowing me better access, and I answered her plea with both hands holding her ass as I buried my face between those perfect legs.
I would have stayed down there all night, if she’d let me. I would have paid my penance in the form of making her come on my tongue time and time again. But I’d just barely gotten started when she pulled at my arms, urging me up, and then we tumbled into my messy bed in a tangle of mouths and limbs, kissing and touching, moaning and shaking like we were being touched for the first time.
“Please, Makoa,” she begged when I was between her legs, her heels digging into my ass, nails dragging down my back.
My cock was buried between her lips, coated with her desire, and I flexed my hips, sliding my length up and down to rub her clit while she trembled at the sensation.
“Please,” she echoed, nails all but drawing blood now.
I reached between us, positioning myself at her entrance, and then with both hands under her shoulders, I pulled her down onto me as I thrust inside, filling her in one long stroke, both of us shuddering in unison at the overwhelming feeling of being connected again.
For a long moment, I stayed there, deep inside her with her pussy tightening around me, our foreheads pressed together. Then, slowly, I began moving, withdrawing my hips only to flex them again, in and out, our hot breaths meeting between us in the sweetest symphony.
And that’s when it hit me.
That moment, right there, with Belle moaning in my ear and her legs tightening around my waist, it all hit me.
She was here.
She forgave me.
She loved me.
She was mine.
Realization after realization pummeled me like unrelenting waves, and though I tried with all the strength I had left in me, I couldn’t stop what happened next.
I tried to hide it, tried to bury my emotion in Belle’s shoulder as I kept my pace, but it was no use. She stiffened in my arms, pressing back on my shoulders gently until I had no choice but to face her.
“Are you… are you crying right now?”
I tried to hide my face again, but Belle wouldn’t let me, and she laughed before kissing all over my jaw and cheeks, her lips erasing my tears as they fell.
“Oh, my God, you are. You’re crying.”
She barked out a laugh then, and any proud man would have shriveled up and died right there on the spot. As it was, I didn’t give a shit about pride, so I just laughed along with her.
“I can’t help it,” I said, kissing her neck. “I’m just… I’m so fucking happy.”
She chuckled, framing my face until I looked at her fully. Her eyes searched mine, and I slowed my rhythm between her legs, soaking up every second of the way she looked underneath me in that moment.
“You really are a big softie, aren’t you?” she asked on a smile.
I shrugged. “The biggest. You’re going to have to hold me when we watch Hallmark movies.”
She snorted.
“Still love me?”
At that, her smile widened, and she shook her head before her lips found mine. “I do. I really do. So fucking much.”
I smiled against that kiss, savoring those words like they were the air I needed to survive.
And for the rest of the night, I showed her just how much I felt the same.
Belle
If I thought Makoa couldn’t surprise me more than he already had in the time we’d been dating, I was proven wrong the second we stepped onto the dance floor at Gemma and Zach’s wedding.
It was the strangest, most adorable, and most hilarious thing I’d ever seen, to see that six-foot-five mammoth of a man doing the moon walk, lawn mower, running