Page 45 of Tusk's Fury

He murmurs, “You should have never left me.” He’s saying that because he missed me, not to grind on his former point. I can tell the difference because I know him so well.

“You came for me, and that’s what matters,” I whisper back. “Now, I’m all yours again.”

When I say that, the tightness in his expression relaxes a bit. There is a brief pause, and then he brings his forehead down to rest against mine. “I pray that’s true, for our sakes and our daughter’s sake.”

When he pulls back, his lips come down on mine, hard and demanding. This was a kiss born of months of frustration about not being with me, worrying over my safety and feeling abandoned by the woman who swore her undying love to him. He pours his heart and soul into this one kiss, hoping that I’ll catch a glimpse of the raw emotions he’s daring to share.

I soften under him, giving him all that he needs to feel secure in this moment. The kiss he steals is long, rough and sensual, making me remember all of the things I love about being with him. His teeth scrape against my bottom lip before his tongue comes out to swipe away the sting. Then his tongue sweeps into claim my mouth in one of the most dominating interactions we’ve ever had.

And just like that, we’re back in the zone. It’s like I never left, and the attraction between us is swelling to the point of sparking a full-blown inferno. It’s always been like this between us. We lose ourselves to the joy of being together again. He’s crushing my body to his and I’m clinging to him like he’s the most important thing in my world, because outside of my daughter he is the most important person in my life.

When he moves down my body, I realize my breasts are thankfully not swollen with milk at the moment. Tusk still lingers there, holding my breasts in his hands and giving them a gentle squeeze, as if he’s unsure if touching my breasts is allowed. I shift forward slightly, putting my breasts more fully into his hands.

His eyes flicker up to mine and back down to my breasts. I see his tongue come out to slide against his bottom slip. I know all the way down my bones that he’s curious about what his daughter is so eager to gobble up.

“You want a taste, don’t you?” I say the words in a low tone, careful not to seem judgmental.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to mess you up,” he says as he glances away.

I decide to play his little game. “I wouldn’t be messed up. I’d be curious if I were you too.”

His eyes lift to mine again and although his expression sounds doubtful, he asks, “Are you serious.”

“Yes, of course I am.” Twisting my shoulders to make my breast more prominent. “Look how much larger and plumper they are. When you touch my breasts, the only thing running through my mind is how amazing it was having your mouth on me when we were together before. You really knew how to turn me on.”

“Know, present tense. I still know how to turn you on,” he practically growls.

“Maybe you should show me,” I murmur suggestively.

He gives my breasts a firm squeeze and droplets of milk bead up on my nipple. His head darts down to lick away one and then the other. His face lights up. “I get it now. But I’d best leave that for our little one.”

Then instead of squeezing more milk out of my breasts, he goes to town, doing all the things I used to love. Come to find out, I still love it when he tongues my nipples and gently runs his thumbs along the underside of my breasts. For some reason, I’m really sensitive there. When I’m panting with need, he moves down.

I bring both of my hands down to cover the stretchmarks running down my stomach, because I don’t want him to see. He gently pulls my hands away. “Now, don’t be that way, sweetness.”

He runs the tips of his finger over the marks and then gives my stomach a firm kiss. Then he moves right down to my pussy. This man of mind doesn’t even hesitate, he goes straight for my clit. His tongue dances lightly over the top, making me squirm with pleasure. His big hands explore what’s changed. When the tips of his fingers figure it all, I’m so grateful that I didn’t fall for a man who knew nothing about a woman’s body after giving birth. Tusk is exactly what I need and all I’ll ever want.

He tips me over in one orgasm after another until I tug him up. When he comes up to cover me, his big thick cock lands heavy on my stomach, dribbling precum. I don’t know why I worried so much about him not finding me attractive. He loves me. Of course, he’s not going to care if my body stays perfect for my whole life.

Tusk’s hands come up to cup my face. “Hey there, where did you go. You looked like you were a million miles away.”

I turn my face into his palm and give him a kiss. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you back in my life.”

His concerned expression is replaced by a pleased one. “Me to. All I’ve ever wanted was my girl back and now I have two.” The happiness on his face makes my heart explode with love for him.

I wrap my legs around him. “Ready to finish the job you started, hot stuff?”

A boyish grin jumps onto his face. “You know that I am, but only if you’re up to it?”

I wrap my arms around him, gently scratching at his back my nails. “Yeah, I had the all-clear at six weeks and my midwife okayed me for sex. Though to be honest it was the last thing on my mind then, seeing as I never thought I’d see my man again. I want to feel you inside me. Maybe if you start slow and pick up speed?”

“You got it, beautiful.”

I feel him pressing his way inside, with several gentle thrusts of his hips. It feels good but not fantastic like it used to. Nice, heart pounding sex was the thing both of us shared. It’s partly what made us click before we really got to know each other. And I want us to get back to that.

That’s one reason I’m absolutely thrilled when he picks up speed. I encourage him verbally and by scratching his back harder. It brings out the beast in Tusk. It doesn’t take him long to get to the scorching hot sex we always enjoyed. His strong, hard thrusts rock my world, and when he reaches down to rub my clit, it ramps up the pleasure to point of making me beg for him to move faster.

He increases the pressure on my clit and whispers in his deep, gravelly voice, “Come for me, sweetheart.”

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