Page 94 of If I Didn’t Have You

It was torture, watching her mind spin through the possibilities, struggling to make the leap of faith and say yes. But that had always been the way Clara thought. Her mind thought of everything that could go wrong before she came to a conclusion. I just hoped she still chose me.

“Baby…”

“Yes,” she finally said, smiling up at me. “Yes, I want you to come home.”

Sliding my hand around the back of her neck, I crushed my lips to hers, nearing tears as her words sank into my soul.

I wasn’t a man who cried. In fact, I couldn’t remember a time in my life when I’d actually let my emotions get the better of me, but right now, hearing that my wife wasn’t going to shove me aside, I was damn near bawling like a baby.

Taking a stuttering breath, I rested my forehead against hers, reminding myself that we still had a lot of work to do. But anything in life worth having was worth fighting for.

And Clara was at the top of that list.

No matter how painful, I’d fight for us. Fight for the life we once had, and prove to her that I could still be the man she loved.

There was no other outcome.

It was do or die, and death was not an option.

The early morning light filtered in through the windows of the living room, and the cool breeze batted at the plastic covering the sections of the house that were still under construction.

I needed to get back to work on the house, but before I did that, I had to get a workout in. These past few weeks had been painful, but I was finally feeling like myself again, with more strength and energy in reserve than I had in the past ten years.

But before I did any of that, there was something I desperately needed, and waiting another minute just wasn’t possible.

Clara was passed out beside me, her soft breaths huffing against my shoulder. I hated to move her when she looked so damn peaceful, but I highly doubted she’d regret losing a little sleep when I was done with her.

My lips skimmed over her eyelids, down her nose, and to the crook of her neck where she finally started to rouse, wiggling at the sensation of my lips tickling her skin.

As she rolled on my arm, I slid it out from beneath her head, shoving the pillow I’d snatched last night underneath her.

And then I roamed down her body, spreading her thighs with my hands, and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her pussy. Fuck, I hadn’t done this in years. In fact, I always thought she hated it, so I’d stopped, but right now, nothing could keep me from devouring her.

“Ben—” She sucked in a breath the moment my lips touched her pussy.

My tongue slid over her sensitive folds and her body jerked from the touch. Her fingers immediately slid through my hair as her thighs shook ever-so-slightly.

“Ben, what are you—” Again, her words were cut off as a moan slid from her lips as my tongue rolled around her clit, tempting the little bud to come out and play.

Spreading her pussy lips, I slid my tongue inside, groaning at how fucking good she tasted. “Fuck, baby,” I groaned against her. “Let me hear you.”

And she did. Fuck, those moans and cries rivaled the fierce way she tugged at my hair, yanking me against her as she rocked her pelvis against my face.

I was coated in her, filled with her scent and her juices. It was fucking intoxicating. And the more she cried out, the harder I dove in, getting my fill and doing whatever possible to make her beg me for more.

“Fuck, Clara,” I groaned, my lips barely leaving her. “Tell me what you need.”

“I—Ben⁠—”

“Tell me,” I growled. “Tell me what this pussy needs.”

“Fuck!” she cried out, creaming all over my face.

My hard cock begged for release, to feel her warmth wrapped around me. I couldn’t wait a second more. I was desperate for her, and I wasn’t about to deny myself what we both wanted.

Snatching her off the floor, I spun us around, me on the bottom and her astride my legs. Her eyes were clouded with desire and need as I slowly lowered her on my raging cock. The breath I’d been holding inside slid out in one solid breath as she took me inside her.

For a moment, she just sat there, her eyes closed and her lips parted. She was fucking beautiful. I peppered her with kisses, reminding her of how much I wanted her, needed her.