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"I'm so sorry." Her eyes look watery and I don't want to see any more of her tears.
"Shh. We don't need to talk anymore." I'm on the move. I lift her up by her thighs and carry her back to the bed.
Our mouths line up and we're kissing deep, hard, forever. There's this thick layer of pain between us and I need to bust through it.
The quickest way for us to connect is naked.
Her hands grip my shoulders like she's trying to pull me closer and I get that. I want her to melt into me like lava. God, I missed this. I missed making her come alive like this.
She's grabbing frantically under my shirt as I'm tugging hers off. No bra, just a tank top with thin straps. I can't keep my hands off her breasts so she does the rest of the undressing. Her shorts, my pants, and we're naked.
She moans as I suck one tight pink nipple between my lips and bite down. Her hand grabs my cock and tugs. How can it be Mila is here, on my bed, grabbing my dick, wanting me like I want her? This must be a fantasy.
My mouth moves down to taste her sweet core. She's soaking wet and groaning for me as my lips envelop her swollen clit for the first time in too long. Her hips writhe and she grabs my hair and pulls till it hurts. Her sweet honey coats my tongue and I'm devouring her while her delicious scent assaults my nose. She's all Mila. No one is like her. No one loves me like her. No one tears me apart and puts me back together like her.
Her back arches, and she screams through her orgasm as her clit pulses on my tongue. I want to come right now, but I need to be inside this woman when I claim her again. I kiss up her belly, "Mine. This…" I kiss her belly button, "is mine." My tongue trails up between her breasts to her sweet neck. "Your neck is mine." I move to her lips. "Your lips are mine."
"Mmm." She mumbles her assent as we fall into a hungry kiss.
My cock is lined up and dying to sink inside her velvet heat, but I have to tell her one thing first. "I won't leave you again, Mila. No matter what. Not leaving. I shouldn't have left. I was wrong."
"It won't happen again. And I'm not letting you leave." She's breathless, arching her neck up to kiss me, and scratching her nails down my back.
"Good."
My dick glides into her tight pussy like sliding into home plate for the winning run.
"So good, baby." My mouth is by her ear as I start moving inside her. "Mine. This is mine. This is us."
"Yes." She's breathless and tilting her hips to mash us together.
Pure instinct takes over and I'm ramming into her with all my might. I'm back where I belong, inside her. All the loneliness and pain of the last months disappears as a huge climax grows from deep in my soul. Her thighs squeeze my hips as her second orgasm rushes through her.
It all takes over and my release shoots endlessly into her pulsing body. This is how we were meant to be. This is where we connect on a level that is beyond anything of this world. Her body speaks to mine and mine sings back. Only with her have I ever let it loose and lowered the walls.
We lay there for a long time just enjoying the feel of our bodies locked together, her hands on my back, my lips on her neck feeling her pulse returning to normal.
She kisses my chest. "Welcome home."
She's right. I'm home with her. Doesn't matter what state we're in or if we're in a mountain cabin or on the beach, I'm home.
After a while, she gets up, slips on her tank top and undies, and walks to the restroom. I pull on briefs and follow her in there. Her eyes are transfixed as I grab a razor from the counter and start to work on shaving my beard.
I have to keep my eyes off her breasts to focus on what I'm doing, but eventually my old face stares back at me in the mirror. He looks a lot more like the Foster she used to know.
I pull her in front of me and wrap my arms over her chest. We make eye contact in the mirror. "This is us," I say.
Her half-lidded eyes pull up with her smile. "This is us." She grabs my wrist and the dog bracelet slips down her arm. She's wearing the bracelet I carried around for years.
She laughs as I spin her around and kiss her long and deep. I want to take her again, but the sun is out. We need to be responsible. "We should go shopping. Get some food and stuff."
Her gaze is locked on my chest. My new tattoo. Shit. She hasn't seen it.
It's a masculine hand reaching up from the water. The fingertips pinch the end of a ribbon that says Mila, but the wind is blowing the ribbon out of his grasp.
As she traces the design with her index finger, her eyes gloss over and her mouth turns down in a pout. "It's sad."
I look down at it and up at her. "We'll fix it. There's always a way."
