Page 113 of Inseparable
I shrug. “Don’t have a clue.” I nestle my chin on her shoulder. “What are you making? It smells divine.”
She twists her head around, pecking me all too briefly on the lips. “Lasagna. Your favorite.”
“I think you’re spoiling me.” I wink.
“I think you deserve it.” She kisses me again.
After we’ve eaten, we curl up on the sofa watching TV, and I can’t recall the last time I felt so happy. She belongs with me, and I belong with her, and I’m going to make sure this time is for forever.
The next couple of months settle into a comfortable pattern. I return to work, and Ange spends her days redecorating the house, attending college interviews, and helping her mom with her wedding planning.
In our spare time, we do everything together, and it’s the first time in my life when I’ve properly dated, when I’ve fully shared my life with a woman, and I love it. I love coming home to a warm house and a home-cooked meal. I love snuggling up with her on the couch, messing with her hair, and dotting her face with sly kisses, as we watch a movie. I love going to sleep beside her and waking up with her curled around me, murmuring contentedly in her sleep. I love taking her to a show and seeing her eyes light up in wonder. I love spoon-feeding her dinner over the table of a restaurant, watching in amusement as she giggles in nervous embarrassment. I love holding her hand, going for walks in the moonlight, and glancing over my shoulder in the gym to see her checking me out while she works out.
There isn’t a single thing I don’t love about having her back in my life, and I make a point of telling her every day. In the first few weeks, I showered her with flowers and gifts until she made me promise to stop. When she told me she didn’t need grand gestures—she only needed me—my heart melted, and I couldn’t mount any argument.
While she’s moved her stuff permanently into my room,ourroom, and we share a bed every night, our intimacy hasn’t moved beyond kissing and hugging. I want to take it further, to bury myself in the woman I love, but I’m letting her lead this. Even if I have the worst case of blue balls in history.
We talk about our son, and though it’s painful to hear some of her stories, it’s cathartic at the same time. I’ll always hate that I wasn’t there to support her, but I’ve forgiven her for concealing it from me. Besides, I plan on giving her plenty more babies, and there’ll be time to make some new precious memories. For now, I want to honor the memory of the child I never knew, and I’ve made inquiries into relocating his grave. We want him close so we can visit often.
It’s Friday night, and I’m at a local bar with some of my colleagues waiting for Ange, when slender arms curl around me from behind. The smile on my face is instant as I spin around, leaning down to press my lips to hers. Her returning kiss is exuberant and demanding, and blood rushes straight to my dick. I’m instantly hard. “Hey, baby,” I say, grinning and breathless as I break the kiss before I decide to ravage her right here in front of my buddies. “You look happy.”
“I am!” Her grin is so wide it threatens to split her face, and she’s practically bouncing on the ground. “I got in, Devin! I got accepted to North Central University!”
I kiss her again. “Congrats, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m so excited. Everything is falling into place.”
Her stunning blue eyes are twinkling with excitement, and her face is radiant, glowing with happiness. I’ve never seen her look more beautiful or more content, and it fills me with so much emotion. “This calls for a celebration,” I say, taking her hand. I wave at my buddies, steering her out of the bar. I take her to Les Miserables, an expensive, popular French restaurant, and we gorge ourselves on fine dining and non-alcoholic champagne.
Snuggled into my side, she’s singing along to the radio in the car as I drive us home, and I know I won’t be able to wait much longer. I’ve been patient, but that patience is running low. I need her to know she’s my forever girl. I need to ensure she’s fully mine.
Proving how deep our connection runs, she takes my hand the minute we step inside the house, pulling me silently up the stairs, as if she’s read my mind.
She pushes me down on the bed and straddles me. Leaning down, she kisses me passionately, running her tongue around the seam of my lips. When her tongue slides into my mouth, my dick surges to life, greedily taking whatever she’s offering. She rubs herself against me, and we both groan. Ripping her mouth from mine, she starts unbuttoning her blouse. When she tosses it to the floor, I reach for her, but she shakes her head. Her eyes glisten and her features soften as she stares at me. “There are so many things I love about you, Devin, but more than anything, I love how patient you’ve been with me. I want you. I’ve wanted you from the minute you reappeared in my life, but I kept my distance because I needed to be sure I could give you what you need.” She leans down, planting a scorching hot kiss on my mouth. “Sleeping in this bed every night and not touching you has almost killed me, but I needed to ensure I was ready to take the next step, and I am.”
Her chest inflates and deflates as she stands up and unclips her bra. Saliva pools in my mouth, and my dick is straining against my zipper. She shimmies out of her skirt, panties, and stockings and kicks her shoes off. Then she crawls back over me, naked and utterly magnificent. “I’m ready, Devin. I love you so much it feels like my heart could burst out of my chest. I’ve known since I was a little girl that you’re the only man for me. I’m all yours.” She starts unbuttoning my shirt. “Make love to me, Devin. Make me yours.”
I need no further encouragement. She helps me strip completely bare, emitting a little shocked gasp as she finally sees the tattoo with her name just over my heart.
“This is why you always sleep with a top on?” she asks.
I nod. “I didn’t want to scare you.”
She tilts her head to the side, looking at me as if I’m crazy. “When did you get it?”
“The week after you left.” I take her hand, placing it against my bare skin. “I told you, you were in here, and this tattoo let everyone else know it too. No one else has ever owned a piece of my heart. It’s always been yours.”
Her eyes are drenched with lust as she flings herself at me, ravishing my mouth and letting me know everything she’s feeling. Then we’re feasting on one another as if we’ve never eaten. Her lips brand my skin in every place they touch, and my hands are greedy as they roam the curves of her body. I flip her onto her back, devouring her mouth as my hand wanders lower. She arches off the bed when I slip one finger inside her, pumping slowly through her wet warmth. I add another finger and she moans into my mouth, almost making me come on the spot. I move down her body, kissing, nipping, and licking as I go, paying lavish attention to her breasts as my fingers continue moving inside her. Placing my head in between her legs, I lick up and down her folds, and she goes wild, bucking and thrashing, and I can’t keep the smug grin off my face.
My fingers move inside her again, and I pick up the pace as my lips suction on that little bundle of nerves. I suck her hard, my fingers pumping manically inside her and she explodes, screaming my name with her release.
I stroke my straining cock, positioning myself at her entrance. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes look drunk as she stares at me. Her fingers tickle the bristle on my chin, and she smiles. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I got tested in rehab.”
“I’m good too,” I confirm, easing the tip of my cock inside her. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she produces the horniest sound ever. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
“Then show me, big boy,” she demands, sending me a naughty grin. “Show me how sexy I am.”
I slam into her, all semblance of patience gone. She wraps her legs around my waist, flexing her hips upward to meet me, and I pound into her, thrusting over and over, lost to sensation and emotion and the joy of finally being inside her again. She moans and screams without shame, and it’s hot as fuck. I sit upright, pulling her with me until she’s riding me in my lap. Placing one hand on the headboard, I thrust up into her in sharp, precise movements as she continues grinding against me, tightening her pussy around my cock. My teeth pull at her nipples, and I continue thrusting, slamming into her with years of repressed sexual frustration. She slips a hand down between us, rubbing herself, and I almost spill my load. Grabbing the back of her head, I pull her mouth to mine, and I kiss the shit out of her as I hammer us both to oblivion. She screams as her orgasm hits, and I roar as release detonates through me at the same time.
