Page 71 of Shoot Your Shot

Leaning forward, I spit onto his cock before using my tongue to drag the wetness down the entire length, getting him nice and soaked, the way I know he likes it.

A bit of pre-cum spills from his tip. I eagerly run my tongue over it, and tasting him only makes me ache more for him.

“Always such a good girl for me,” he utters, dragging his hand over my hair. “Lie back in our bed, baby.”

Pushing myself back, I part my legs and bring my knees up, spread apart, and he climbs between my legs. When only the tip of his cock nudges against my center, I can’t stop the cry that explodes from my throat.

“It’s been so long,” I whimper, throwing my arms around him and driving my fingertips into his back. “Fuck, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much.” Tears fill my vision, and I blink them from my eyes in a steady stream.

Just from my words, his cock jumps. He keeps his head hovered over mine so that our eyes never stray as he nudges himself a little deeper. But that’s not what makes me fall apart. What does is when he opens his palm and takes my wedding ring in his fingers.

As he brings it to my ring finger, he slowly slides it on while he thrusts deeper inside of me. “I couldn’t go another second without putting this ring back where it belongs.” He pushes it the rest of the way down and kisses me. “I just want to be with my wife.”

“I love you,” I squeak, my lip quivering.

“I love you too.” His hips thrust. “Never going to let you go again,” his voice hums against my chin as he dips his head down. “Ever.”

As he gets deeper, he pulls back and watches me, repeating the motion. Tears fill my eyes yet again, and a prickly sensation of emotions floats all over my scalp.

There’s a slight sting because this is the first time in nineteen months that he’s been inside of me, but I welcome the pain because it means I finally have my husband back.

This somehow feels like our first time ever, even though it’s far from it.

Tears continue to pool in my eyes, but they aren’t sad ones, and when he sees that, he doesn’t ask me if I’m okay or what’s wrong. Kolt understands because he gets it too. As his gloss over, he grabs hold of my hands and pins them to the mattress, lacing our fingers together.

With every thrust of his hips, he’s deeper, not only inside of my body, but in my soul too.

His hands continue to clutch mine, and my legs clamp tighter around his waist as my back moves up and down against the mattress with every thrust of his hips. He’s so deep now, but there’s no pain or sting. Just a feeling of profound fullness in my soul. A sensation that I’ve missed so much.

He might not speak, but his gaze says a thousand words. I don’t know the exact moment it happens, but our souls become one. Skin on skin, thrust matching thrust. I feel him everywhere. It’s like … he’s dug his way into my mind, body, and soul again. But this time, I’m never letting him leave.

It feels so good, having him again. My tears slow down, but my heart never stops pitter-pattering. It feels like warm, relaxing sand is being poured over my body. My belly begins to tingle, and my toes start to curl.

Throwing my head back slightly, I keep my eyes on his as my lips part and I drag in a breath. A low grunt comes from somewhere deep within him, and his thrusts become more intense, though he never speeds up.

We’re both coming, and we don’t even have to say the words out loud to know for sure. I can’t speak for Kolt, but I know I’ve never felt an orgasm so intense in my entire life. One where I can feel it in every cell of my being.

His hands release mine, and I move them to his back, digging my fingernails into his flesh. Speckles of white dance around the edges of my vision, but I never lose sight of Kolt as he keeps his stare on me.

As I hit the peak of my orgasm, my brain grows fuzzy. My pussy pulsates around his cock, clenching him tightly, and soon, I feel his warmth spreading inside of me while he falls headfirst over the ledge. His thrusts gradually slow, and his body trembles as he comes inside of me.

His eyes watch me, eyes that are filled with nothing but love.

Eyes that promise me the world without his mouth having to open.

Eyes that I can’t wait to stare into for the rest of my life.

Tears sting the back of my eyes, and I squeeze him tightly. “I love you,” I choke out, falling apart into a crying mess. “I love you so much, Kolt. I’m so sorry.”

“Shh,” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of my lips. “I love you, baby. It’s all okay now.” He nuzzles his nose against mine. “Everything is going to be okay.”

For the first time in forever, I know, with everything I am … he’s right. Because as long as we’re together, it will be okay. No matter what else life wants to throw at us—infertility, low sperm count, or endometriosis—whatever it is, we will endure it. Together.

Kolt’s fingertips dance up and down my arms as the sun begins to rise, shining its bright, promising rays through the windows of our bedroom. A bedroom that is no longer flooded with what-ifs and sadness. Instead, it has been restored to its former days, full of love and warmth.

And sex. Lots and lots of sex.

Since last night, we’ve been in here. We’ve made love countless times before dozing off for just long enough to gain some energy back, wake up, and do it all over again. So many times, I’ve been sore and exhausted. But I know he needs to get up to go to the arena. And I’m headed to Boothbay in an hour or so to see a few patients. Something tells me the drive there will be much different from how it was yesterday. Because instead of that looming feeling of confusion hanging over me, I finally have clarity. If I’m being honest … I don’t know what has taken me so long to get here.

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