He  puts  his  finger  under  my  chin  and  guides  my  mouth  to  his,  his  tongue  brushing  across  my  lips,


    tempting  me  to  a  deeper  connection.  “It’s  been  too  long  since  I  have  been  inside  you,  my  love,”  he


    whispers as his tongue pushes aggressively into my mouth.


    Hell, this taking it slow thing is overrated. I feel myself moisten as arousal starts to pump heavily


    between my legs.


    His hands deepen their grip on my behind and he pulls me onto his waiting hard length.


    I want him. I want him now.


    Screw this.


    Unable  to  hold  myself  back,  I  take  my  shirt  off  over  my  head  and  slide  my  jeans  down  until  I’m


    standing before him in my underwear.


    His hungry eyes drop down to my feet as they sh with arousal. He tenderly runs his hands up and


    down my body in appreciation. It’s been eight weeks, eight long hard weeks without him. I have missed


    him, every damn inch of him. The feeling of his arms around me as I wake, his body deep inside mine, and


    the intimacy of our connection. I nce up at the painting one more time and it reminds me that this is not


    a  one  sided  passing  affair.  He  feels  it,  too.  The  whole  time  we  were  apart  he  has  spent  painting  this


    picture. He has missed me and I feel an overwhelming surge of emotion toward him.


    I take his shirt off over his head, undressing all of him slowly until he stands before me, naked and


    hard. I have to stop myself from purring like a damn Cheshire cat. He is utterly gorgeous. His tall and


    athletic body calls to me in a way like never before. The scattering of ck hair across his chest, the


    defined stomach and v of muscles on his lower hips that lead to his dark pubic hair. My eyes drop to his


    rge cock that hangs heavily between his legs. I can see every vein on its wide shaft and I’ll be damned if


    it isn’t the best thing I have ever seen in my life.


    For now, this cock is mine. All mine, and fuck, I’m going to put it to good use.


    I push him back onto the bed and he falls as he pulls me down on top of him. Weugh as we kiss,


    both excited for what’s toe. In one quick movement he rolls us so he is above me, and his lips take


    mine as he slides his length up and down my weeping flesh. Every up stroke makes me hold my breath.


    It’s been a while and I know he is going to fill mepletely. He’s not a small man, but like a magician,


    he knows how to use his wand perfectly. He grabs my inner thigh and pushes my leg up so it is around his


    chest. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, his stubble burning my face.


    I need him. Now!


    As if sensing my desperation, he slides home in one deep thrust and the air is pushed from my lungs.


    He stays still as he lets me adjust to his size. He kisses me tenderly and his eyes, his eyes stare into


    mine, betraying his feelings. I smile into his lips and grab his behind to reassure him I’m ready. He slowly


    pulls out as his eyes close in pleasure then pushes back in.


    “I’ve missed you,” he whispers.


    I stare at the ceiling through ssy eyes. If I could speak, I would say the same thing back, but I can’t.


    I’m too overwhelmed by the feelings I have for him.


    “I can’t live without you,” he breathes into my neck.


    I smile and kiss him as I bring my hands to cup his face.


    “Less talking and more fucking.” I smile.


    Heughs and ms both of my legs above my shoulders before he drives back into me with force.


    “Tell me you’re staying.” He growls as he pumps me hard.


    “I’m staying,” I whisper as my body starts to quiver.


    “No matter what?” He pants as his eyes start to roll back in his head and he really picks up the pace


    until the bed starts to hit the wall with force.


    I stay silent as I try to desperately hold off the orgasm. This feels too good.


    “Promise me!” he yells.


    “I promise,” I whisper.


    “No matter what!”


    “No matter what,” I cry as I spiral out of control and my body contracts around his with such force, it


    causes his own body to release and he jerks violently deep within me.


    His head drops as he tenderly kisses my shoulder and neck. I smile, and as I look above the bed at


    myself staring down over us, I feel nothing but love.


    I sit at the kitchen counter watching star prepare our dinner. Thomas is joining us for the Sunday night


    ritual. “You should have been a chef.”


    He nods as he cracks an egg into the bowl. “Maybe.”


    “Have you always cooked?”


    “Aye.”


    I smile dreamily like a star-struck school girl. “Did your mother teach you?”


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    I smile. “Who’s that?”