Page 65 of Forgotten Romance

And so is his cock.

Not wanting to wait anymore, I lean forward and suck him into my mouth. His taste, the way he stretches my lips wide, how his fingers twist into my hair. I sink down lower, tongue sliding along his shaft until his head bumps the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Davey. You look so good on your knees for me.”

This is where I was meant to be. Where our relationship was always supposed to be fulfilled to capacity. All the casual touches, and teasing, and affection, and frustrations … it all reaches completion the moment we’re naked and alone, indulging in everything the other has to give.

I don’t go all out to start with. Just tease him and taste his skin. Collect every drip of precum that hits my tongue. I pay his balls as much attention as his cock, using my hands and mouth to make him feel good. There are light scratch marks down his thighs, and it’s so hard to stay on task when his ass is right there. All I’d have to do is throw his legs over my shoulders and go to town on his ass.

But his dick is tonight’s focus.

I release his ball I’m sucking on and lick a stripe along the underside of his shaft instead. So pretty, he has my dick aching, and before I go back to sucking him off properly, I spit in my hand and wrap it around my cock.

The relief is instant.

With a moan, I get started on him again. Mack is rocking his hips, heavy breathing music to my ears. The way he murmurs my name lights a fire in my rib cage, and I’d do anything to bottle this moment. To always have the reminder of how good we are together.

I suck him down until his cock fills my throat, jerking fast at how wholly he fills me. It’s a delicious stretch, quickly stealing my oxygen, but then I hear a “oh, shit, Davey,” and I know I’d rather pass out than pull off right now.

I love this man so much it hurts.

“So close,” he gasps. “Fuck. Nearly there.”

I pull back a little, just in time for his cum to flood my mouth. I swallow down every drop he gives me, loving the way his dick pulses in my mouth a couple of times before going still. Once he’s done, I stand.

With one hand strangling my cock, I tilt Mack’s face up to me with the other. His eyes are wonderfully unfocused, and I capture his mouth in a kiss. I keep him there, mouths fused together, slipping closer and closer to the edge myself.

Mack’s breathing heavily into the kiss, and I know he can taste himself on me. It’s something that used to drive him wild, and it makes me hornier than ever to tease him with it now.

My dick is almost painfully full, ready to shoot. The need is building at the base of my spine, and when Mack reaches up to cup my balls, it’s all over.

I growl into our kiss as I mark him. Each rope of cum is lovingly milked onto his skin, deliberately making sure that every last drop hits him. He’s mine. Skin, muscle, bone. Every piece that makes him up belongs to me, I can feel it. Right in my core. I rub the head of my cock into the mess until I’m too sensitive for more.

Then I straighten, panting as much as he was before. My head is spinning that we went there again, but this time, I don’t doubt for a second whether that should have happened.

This time, there are no doubts.

It wasn’t a mistake.

Mack holds my eyes as he slowly rubs my cum into his skin. “I’m not showering tonight,” he says.

And he doesn’t.

20

Mack

The whole morning at work, I can’t stop smiling. Davey and I want to be together, so I’m going to make it work. After setting up for the knitting club, I return to my desk and open my old pal Google.

The determination is thrumming in my veins, and I think I’m scaring Tonya by how upbeat I’m being. I’m never normally in a bad mood, exactly, but ever since Davey got home, I’ve been … unsettled. With all these what-ifs in my brain, it feels like my head is too full, and I’m so focused on the stuff floating through it to worry about things like smiling at people and not constantly whining.

But today, I’m so happy I can feel it in my bones.

I spoke with Luke earlier, and we agreed that while the date was fun, there was nothing romantic about it. I’m still glad it happened, though, because it was a real slap to the face to remember I used to be a whole person, and I’m getting the sneaky feeling that I put so much pressure on Davey being here for me because I wasn’t here for myself. He was my life raft.

That’s not how a relationship is supposed to be.

I keep going to twist my wedding band around my finger, but I haven’t put it back on yet, and I’m not sure I want to. If I’m going to be me, I need to let go of our failed marriage and focus on what comes next.

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