Page 10 of Ruthless Love

"What?" She asks, her gaze unfocused and cloudy.

"Why did you wax your pussy, Ris? Did you do it for someone else? Was there another man licking this honey hole?" My throatis tight as I ask the questions, terrified of what the answer might be.

She shakes her head, licking her dry lips. "No, I haven't been with anyone since the day I left. I thought about it," she admits. "There have been a few people coming around, but they weren't you."

"Hmmm." I grunt. "You didn't want me when you left, but you didn't want anyone that wasn't me?" I question, trying to make sense of what she's said.

"I never didn't want you, Cain. That's what you came up with when I tried to ask you for what I actually wanted. You decided I wasn't happy with our marriage, when all I wanted was for you to pay attention. To listen to what I wanted."

I'm listening now, and I'm ready to ask for what I want, too. Now isn't the time to worry about who was right or wrong. It's time to decide if we're going to let a good thing slip away for life, or if we're going to fight for it. I want to fight, but I won't ask her until I dick her down in the way she's been hinting. "What do you want, Ris? I'm paying attention."

The shaky breath she inhales makes it appear that she's nervous, but I know my girl. The heat between her thighs indicates she's not nervous. She's turned on. "To take me, Cain. For me not to have to tell you exactly what I want. It's been a fantasy of mine for you to be able to read context clues, and for me not to have to point out what I need. I tell you, constantly with the noises I make, the way I grab at your skin, the way I press into you." She stops, licking her lips. "You've got this. All you have to do is what you're saying you're ready to do. Pay attention."

Alright. I can do this. I've just never trusted myself when it comes to Ris. We were both virgins when we started dating. Neither one of us had any idea what we were doing, and it'd taken us months to figure out what each other liked. The fact is,though, we got way too comfortable with one another. Neither of us wanted to become uncomfortable for the sake of the other person. I'm beginning to learn that's what Ris hated. She wanted more from me than I was willing to give.

Well, now that I'm here, I'm going to give her everything she's been asking for. "Okay, hold on tight."

She smirks. "I will..."

Reaching up, I take off her sleep shorts and panties, dropping them in front of me, leaving her naked on the counter. I don't have to mess with them or hold them out of the way. I spread her thighs wide, but before I dive back in, I take my index finger and rub along the lips of her pussy. With a gentle touch, I spread the moisture all around, before slowly sliding deep inside her body. She groans, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, and thrusts her hips toward me. This is what she wants. She's showing me, and I'm doing my damndest to listen.

Her legs wrap around my shoulders, heels digging into the muscles. My cock is aching to get out from behind my zipper, and my knees are screaming for some relief, too. Pulling my mouth back from her pussy, I stand up straight. "Can we take this to your bedroom?" I question, hoping she's not going to tell me to go home.

"That football injury to your knee from junior year in high school bothering you?" She smirks.

It's a reminder of how well we know each other, and how long we've been together. "Yeah, some days it hurts worse than others, as you know. Your kitchen floor isn't exactly comfortable."

"We can go to my bedroom." She rolls her lips together, a smile working its way across her face. "But can you help me? My ass is sticking to the counter."

I laugh, crinkling my nose up at her cuteness. Reaching out, I grab her around the waist, and pull her off the counter. She wraps her legs around my waist and arms around my neck.

"A few months ago, we weren't able to do this," she whispers. "I was bigger, and you were smaller."

"Hey." I heft her up to make sure she's stable. I hook one arm under her ass, and then take the other one up to her chin. Using my thumb and pointer finger, I tilt her face down so that we can look into each other's eyes. "You were never too big for me, Ris. I knew you were uncomfortable with your body, but I didn't realize it affected you that much."

She swallows, her eyes becoming misty. "It didn't until I was heading downtown one day and saw a hot redhead flirting with you. She was skinny and everything I wish I was."

Setting my jaw, I worry it back and forth because I want to be intentional with my words. The old me would say something I'd think was funny, but I'm beginning to understand none of this was funny to Ris. Although I didn't think too much about anyone flirting with me, because it happens often. There's something that women like about a man in uniform, and I've never taken it seriously. It appears Ris did. When I get to her bedroom, which is easy to find, there's only two other rooms in this place, the bathroom and this one, I sit her down on the bed. "I've never been unhappy with you or how you look. You've always been my dream woman. You're the one I think about when I rub one out, and you're the one that waltzes through my fantasies. No matter what anyone else has said to me, or who has flirted with me, and I'm gonna be honest. Other women have propositioned me before. I've never been tempted, Marissa. You're the one I've wanted since we met." I reach up and rub at her bottom lip with my thumb. "I know you've doubted that, but there's been absolutely no reason to."

She nods, licking at my thumb. "You're right, I have doubted it, and you haven't given me a reason to. I'm sorry that I've let my insecurities bleed into our marriage."

"Don't apologize. We're talking this shit out, Ris. It's going to be uncomfortable, and sometimes it's going to be hard, but I'm not ready to give up on us."

"Even though you said you wanted to take care of me one last time?"

I shrug. "I had to say something to get you to say yes. Don't regret it one bit, either."

"You're shameless, and always have been." She grins.

"Which is why I can't believe you thought I'd be willing to give up so easily," I sigh heavily. "So let me prove to you the type of man I can be, the one you've deserved."

She seems to think about what I've said. Tilting her head to the side, an impish smile spreads across her face. "Okay, Cain Miller, give me your best shot."

"Oh, I'll give it to you alright..."

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MARISSA

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