Page 79 of The Loves We Lost
I stroke my hand through his hair, overwhelmed by the intimacy. A steamy shower room, a naked man on his knees at my feet. And his lips inches away from my pussy, which is already aching with need.
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BATES
I’m a selfish fuck.
As I breathe in the scent of Vi’s arousal, desperate to lick between those legs and taste her again, I realize that she was right and I was wrong, because there is no ending where we both get what we want.
One of us will win, because I can’t be half in the club and half out of it.
And I’m determined the winner will be me.
Because once I show Vi what our life together could be like, once I get her to fall in love with me all over again, once I show her that I can take care of her and Avery, I’m certain I can get her to move to Asbury Park.
First, I just need her to believe in us again.
And I’ll take a chance that we’ll both end up battered and bruised and alone if I can’t.
I encourage her legs to spread, and then I lick between her lips.
“Ahh,” Vi squeaks, and I grin against her pussy.
Strokes, not circles, for my girl. Memories of the first time I went down on her flood me, her on a blanket in the back of mytruck. A field, a sunset, and Vi willing to let me take her further than we’d ever been before.
Everything she let me do back then made it seem like she was putting all her faith in me, and that made me feel more like a man than anything else I’d ever done.
Although I shouldn’t assume her tastes have remained the same after all these years, it’s a blessing to know there hasn’t been anyone else around, teaching her other things she might like. That’s my job now.
“I thought of something,” I say in between sweeps of my tongue. When I did this to her, in that New York hotel room, I intended it to be the last time. Now I plan for it to be the first of many attempts to bring out the sexual side of Vi that she’s neglected all these years.
I want to get us back to where we were, then take her further.
“You can think right now?”
“I remember every sexual thing you used to love.” I give her pussy one last kiss before I climb to my feet. Parts of me fucking ache in the moment, but Operation Getting Vi to Fall Back in Love with Me can’t wait.
“So why aren’t you doing them right now?” my impatient girl asks.
“Because I just realized there’s a lot we didn’t do together, and I don’t know if you do or don’t like it. Like when I choked you in the bathroom at the clubhouse. I had no idea you’d like that. So we’re going to have to try it all.”
Vi’s eyes widen. “Like what?”
“You’re just gonna roll with it, Vi. You hate something, you tell me. Otherwise, we’re gonna explore each other. But I’m not gonna lie, I’m riding the edge right now. I’m likely gonna nut in like five minutes.”
“At least you’re still honest,” Vi says.
“Just setting expectations. I’ve been sleeping next to you, smelling you, listening to you, watching you for days. You’ve got no idea what that does to me, being so close and yet ... I’m wound up tighter than a coiled spring.”
I take her hand and lead her beneath the water, where I kiss her. It’s hard and messy. Lips and teeth clash. Tongues dual.
And in the story of the two of us, the water streaming over us as we kiss feels epic.
Because it’s the first time since reuniting at her book signing, we’ve kissed in the hope this is a beginning and not an ending.
Her hands gently trail over my skin, but I’m not quite as gentle with her. She doesn’t want to hurt me; I want to make her ache with need.
Lazily, we wash each other, and I commit her body to memory. It’s changed in a good way since we first fell in love. Carrying our child did that, and it weaves threads of intimacy between us.
