Page 53 of Scandalously Yours

I needed to do something, so when he started to tongue my pussy, I brought my hands to my breasts, cupping them until even the pressure from my own hand made them ache more. Undoing the clasp in the front, I managed to get my bra off. Once he noticed what I’d done, he replaced my hands with his. I fell back onto my elbows and cried out the moment he pierced me with his tongue. He thrust it in and out, yet it wasn’t enough. I had dreamed of his touch for what seemed like a lot longer than it’d been, so I was already an impatient woman to begin with.

I endured the short jabs, and focused more on the large hands squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. Pain shot from those hardened tips straight to the area he was currently fucking. My entire core throbbed, and when he released my breasts, I nearly sighed in relief until he replaced his tongue with three fingers, then went straight for the spot guaranteed to make me come.

“Fuck,” I moaned, the cursing only amplifying his efforts. He latched onto my clit as his fingers did their worst inside of me. At first, it was his tongue circling the nerve laden bud, but when he clamped down on it with his teeth and gave it a sharp pull, I came. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to explode in pleasure as I shattered. I cried out his name, repeating it over and over as he sucked, nibbled, and fingered me to a second orgasm.

I flooded his face, but he didn’t seem to mind. He lapped at my flesh until he finally raised his head. He carefully helped me back to a seated position, and once I was level with him, our gazes connected. Every ounce of love I felt for him was reflected in those still black depths. I drank him in, needing to memorize every inch of his gorgeous face. My hand moved to the side of his face and he turned it ever so slightly into my palm, but otherwise let me touch him. I stroked his cheek and chin, then dragged two fingers along his chiseled jawline. My eyes then moved to his lips which were glistening from my release. Leaning in, I licked them, then surrendered to him as he thrust his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to fully taste myself.

He kissed me just enough to leave me wanting more, but I knew he wouldn’t make me wait long. When he pulled away, my eyes darted down to his erection tenting the towel. I wanted to bring him to an orgasm, so when he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom, I knew what I was going to do. The moment my back hit the silk comforter, I watched him tear his towel away. He went to go to the nightstand for what I could only assume was condoms, but I cleared my throat. “No!”

“No?” he questioned.

“I’m tired of there always being something between us. For once, I want there to be nothing separating us. I want to feel every inch of you against me, unimpeded, and uncovered.”

I knew what I was asking of him, and this had the potential to go horribly wrong for us, but I was prepared to take the risk. I loved this man, and I never intended to give him up again. Fate, or exes, could do their worst.

“Ale,” he murmured, then closed the drawer. He climbed onto the bed and when he went to cover me with his body, I caught him by surprise as I rolled out from underneath to straddle him. Kris laid back and crossed his arms above his head. His cock was hard and warm, nudging against me, but there would be plenty of time for that later.

I shimmied down his body and smirked at his groan. When straddling his lower thighs, I leaned over him and starting at his shoulders, I nibbled and kissed my way down his body. My mouth lingered on his nipples, and I gave them a slight tug or two with my teeth, before focusing on the trail of dark stars that went down his side. I grabbed his cock with one hand and began to stroke it as I started with the first star, tracing it with my tongue, then moved to the one below it. I loved the incoherent sounds he made when I would give him a sharp tug. Eventually, my mouth moved all the way to his pronounced V. I stopped stroking him from base to tip, and focused my touch on his cock head which was already damp with precum.

I wiggled down a little lower, then grabbed his balls with one hand, while at the same moment, my mouth replaced the other. His taste exploded on my tongue, and his hands became active again. As I toyed with the tip, licking and nibbling along it, he fisted my hair. I knew what he wanted, and I didn’t make him beg for it. Taking him fully into my mouth, I worked my way down his long cock until it bumped the back of my throat. I forced myself to relax so I wouldn’t choke. When I was finally able to swallow even more of him, his curses were like music to my ears. I massaged his heavy balls in one hand while using the other, along with my mouth, to stroke him. From base to tip, not a single inch of his shaft was ignored.

“Ale, fuck!” It didn’t take him long to come, and his cock twitched in my mouth as I swallowed every drop of his seed. When his body visibly relaxed after his climax, I stroked him back to full hardness, then climbed back up his body. I needed to feel him inside of me, so I positioned myself where I needed to feel him most. Throwing my head back, I impaled myself on him. I didn’t normally take him in this position, so it did take me a few seconds to adjust.

Kris held me down, then moved into a seated position. As soon as he released his grip on me, I started to ride him. His hands were on my shoulders, and once or twice, he even helped me by pushing me down on him. We did that same dance until a familiar desperation inside of me also filled him. Without even pulling out, he was able to quickly get me back under him. He wasted no time in slamming into me. Every thrust sent me hurtling closer to that edge.

“More,” I cried out, needing all he had to give me, and then some.

He yanked one of my legs up onto his shoulder, then began driving into me with hard, fast, forceful thrusts. It didn’t take more than a few of them to make me shatter again. This time, it was even stronger than either of the two orgasms he’d brought me to in the kitchen. Over and over, he kept on fucking me until I slipped from the grasps of one into another, before he finally joined me. The rush of his warm seed bathing my walls should’ve concerned me, but I was with the man I loved, and there was no regret of any kind to be found.

He finally covered my body with his but rested on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush me. He was still inside of me, and I could feel a slight twitch or two. I was honestly so exhausted right now that I could’ve closed my eyes and gone to sleep. As if he knew that, he tipped my chin up, then nibbled along the bottom of it, before nipping my earlobe.

“We need to talk now, Ale.”

I knew he was right, but it didn’t stop me from grumbling, “Right now?”

He finally pulled out, then disappeared into the bathroom for a minute or so before returning with a damp towel. Even the innocent swipe of the material against my battered flesh turned me on, but the look in his eyes let me know that before we moved on to a second round, there would be a conversation. He finished cleaning me up, then tossed the towel onto the floor. He climbed into bed and pulled me against his chest.

I snuggled against him, then decided to get this over and done with. “I’ve been doing some thinking over the last couple of days.”

“About?” he asked, even though I knew that he knew what I was referring to. He just seemed to be getting satisfaction from making me squirm.

“Us. While I truly believe everything I told you before, I also think there’s still hope.” I raised my head, needing to look at him before I could continue. When our gazes met, I kept talking. “I love you, so we’re worth fighting for. You’re worth fighting for.”

He reached up and stroked my cheek. A few tears threatened to fall, and when I closed my eyes, they managed to escape, anyway. He swiped them away with his thumb. “Ale,” he said, and I opened them back up. “I love you so much, and I’m so glad you want to fight.”

“You are?” I asked. Even though I had acted like I knew what he would say or do. Until he actually said it, I hadn’t believed it.

“I tried to call you. Hell, I showed up at your apartment in the dead of night hoping to convince you of that. After seeing that video, your words have echoed in my head ever since. And your face... the pain I caused you has haunted me for days. I dreamed of you walking back into my life, allowing me to prove how loved you are.”

I flashed him a watery smile, then pressed my palm to his chest. His heart was beating steady and strong beneath it, and I knew no matter how bad things got between now and his divorce that we could endure them together. “I’m sorry. I—”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Ale. I hurt you. We both know this isn’t an ideal situation by any means. You’ll be happy to know that I’ve already asked my lawyer to accelerate things. I want to be divorced as soon as possible.”

Kris pulled my face down to his, then pressed his mouth softly against mine. This time, the kiss possessed every ounce of tenderness that his previous ones had not. I melted against him, and it wasn’t long before I was pinned underneath his body once more. I rubbed myself against him wantonly, but he didn’t do more than kiss me before he pulled away.

“These last few days have been absolute torture. I thought I knew pain when it came to the surrogacy, and then again when I ended things, but actually living without you is a hell I’m not strong enough to endure. Just thinking about never seeing you again was pure agony. I could barely eat or sleep. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us.”

He grinned, then rubbed his thumb over my quivering bottom lip. “I’ve missed you so much, Ale. And just so you’ll know, I never planned to let you go. I never will.”

“I like the sound of that,” I murmured.

“I’ve done many things in my life that I’m not proud of, and I suppose marrying Hayley was some sort of karma for it all. With the shit I’ve fucked up, having you here proves I must’ve done something right after all. I think my past mistakes have led me to you, and without having made those, I’m not sure I’d actually deserve you.”

“We’re meant to be together, Kris.” Saying it out loud sounded so natural, and it was something I felt with every part of my being. “Now, are you going to talk all night, or can we go back to making up for lost time?”

He grinned, and it was that feral type that often times made me nervous. He didn’t verbally respond, but he didn’t need to. As he spread my legs apart and thrust into me, I knew his answer.

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