38. Myles
THIRTY-EIGHT
MYLES
"Let's be a family again," Tristan had said.
With those five words, I melt into a puddle of emotions. He's everything I want: the splendor, the color, the joy he brings to my life.
"Sweetheart..." I breathe as I close the distance between us, my fingers tangling in his soft, dark hair, tightening my grip to pull him closer. The moment our lips meet, I'm a goner.
"I fucking missed you," Tristan murmurs against my mouth, and I can't help but agree.
"God, I've missed you too."
Our pent-up longing explodes into being, and suddenly we're both fumbling and jerky in our movements, desperate to consume each other.
We're all teeth and tongue, devouring one another as if we're starving for this connection. I can taste the peppermint on his breath, feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, and hear the soft gasps escaping our lips. Our love is a wild storm, raging around us, and we’re helpless in the face of its raw power.
We can't seem to get enough of each other.
"Sweetheart," I breathe, feeling the laughter bubble up inside me at the absurdity of how desperately we need each other. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."
"Same here," Tristan all but groans, our mouths crashing together again. It's intense, emotional, and electrifying. And it's just the beginning.
He moans into the kiss, fisting my shirt as if he's holding on for dear life. Every nerve ending in my body sparks to life, electrifying me as we deepen the kiss. "God, I love you. I love you. I love you," I murmur against his lips, my heart threatening to burst with the intensity of my feelings.
"Love you too, baby," he replies breathlessly, his eyes locked on mine, full of warmth and affection. We're both grinning like idiots, our laughter mingling with the sound of our galloping heart beats.
"Is this really happening?" I'm still unable to fully process that Tristan—my twice-in-a-lifetime love, the one who made my heart sing again—is here, wanting to put our family back together.
"Damn right it is," he answers with a smirk, pulling me in for another searing kiss. This time there's incredibly even more urgency, more passion, as if we're making up for all the lost time.
"Can't believe you're here," I mumble between kisses, my hands roaming over his strong, muscular body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and ridge.
There's something comforting and familiar about the way his skin feels beneath my fingertips; but at the same time, it's also new and exhilarating.
Our kisses are bruising, desperate, full of the longing that's been building up inside us. I notice Tristan's lips have turned a rosy red from our passionate exchange, and it sets my nerves tingling.
"God, you're so darn sexy," I murmur against his mouth, causing him to chuckle before diving in for another fiery kiss.
As he pulls back, my fingers brush over his stubble-covered jaw, and I'm struck by how much I've missed those small details about him. I anchor my hands on his hips, pulling him back to me, needing to feel every inch of him pressed against me.
"Your lips taste even better than I remember," he admits, smirking as he teases me with light, fleeting kisses that leave me craving more. "You have no idea how much I've thought about this... about us."
"Show me," I say breathlessly, urging him on. I need to see the desire reflected in his actions, hear it in his words; anything to convince myself this is real and not just some sweet dream that's going to vanish when I wake up.
"Trust me, baby. I plan to." His voice is low and seductive, sending a thrill through my body that makes my knees weak.
His mouth finds its way to my neck, where he alternates between hot, open-mouthed kisses and gentle bites that send shivers down my spine.
My head falls back, giving him free rein to explore and mark me as his own.
I can't help the hungry sounds escaping me, growing louder each time he sucks on my skin.
"Myles... oh God... Myles." He pants, my name rolling off his tongue like a prayer. The sound of it only increases the heat pooling in my gut, making me desperate for more.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he whispers into my ear, his warm breath causing goosebumps to rise on my skin and sending tingles down my neck.
"More," I beg, not caring how needy I sound. "I need more of you."
"Anything for you, baby." The intensity in his eyes tells me he's not holding back this time, and neither am I.
In a frenzy, we wrench our clothes off, sending boxers and briefs flying across the living room.
Tristan's strong arms wrap around me, lifting my 5'11", 168-pound frame as if I'm nothing more than a suitcase full of feathers.
He carries me with purpose, taking broad strides into my bedroom, where I pray he intends to give me the good, hard fugg we've both been craving.
"Oof!" Tristan tosses me onto the king-sized bed, and my body sprawls across the soft mattress, splayed out like a sacrifice to the golden god standing above me.
I look up at him, entranced by the sight of his gleaming skin and rippling muscles.
He's a living, breathing sculpture of pure masculinity.
"Fuck, baby," he growls, eyeing me up and down as if he’s cataloguing every inch of my body. "You have no idea how much I want you right now."
"Show me," I challenge, grinning wickedly. My heart races as he leans over me, his hands roaming my body with a hunger I can feel deep in my bones.
"Trust me, baby," he purrs, lips grazing my ear. "I'm gonna make you feel so damned good."
"Promises, promises," I tease, but I can't deny the shiver of anticipation that runs down my spine as he starts to explore my body with his hands and mouth. The air between us is electric, charged with our now unbridled desires.
He whispers filthy promises into my skin, and a needy moan escapes my lips. "Please, sweetheart," I beg, feeling the heat pooling in my core. "Don't hold back."
"On your hands and knees," Tristan demands, his rough voice igniting a fire within me, and promising we're about to experience a night we'll never forget.
"Like this?" I tease, positioning myself with my butt in the air, my heart pounding wildly in anticipation. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and absolutely exhilarated.
"Fuck, Myles," he breathes out, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight before him. "I love your ass."
"Good," I purr, wiggling it teasingly for him. "Because it's all yours."
Tristan smirks, and our banter takes on a dirtier edge. "You're such a tease, you know that?"
"Only for you," I shoot back, feeling bold as I glance over my shoulder at him. "Now, come on, show me what you've got."
"First things first," Tristan says, reaching for the lube in the drawer. But I stop him with a playful grin.
"Who says I need lube?"
"Trust me, babe," he insists, his gaze darkening. "I'm not gonna hold back. Not gonna go easy on you."
"Don't worry," I retort, capturing his attention as I look over my shoulder at him. "I can handle you."
Intrigued, Tristan slips his fingers between my cheeks, searching for my entrance, and his eyebrows shoot up when he realizes I'm already lubed up. He huffs out a laugh, clearly impressed by my forethought.
"Did you plan this entire seduction from beginning to end?" he teases, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"Maybe," I confess, unashamed. "If my words didn't convince you that I love you, I had hoped that you fugging me might."
"Christ, baby." Tristan chuckles, shaking his head. "Hearing you say 'fugg' never gets old."
"Then come over here and fugging fugg me, you sexy motherfugger.
" I catch him off guard with my special brand of dirty talk, as a look of amusement lights up his beautiful face.
But that look is quickly replaced by one of sheer hunger as I wiggle my butt at him enticingly.
God, I fugging crave the delicious friction of our bodies pressed together.
Tristan wastes no time and immediately positions himself behind me, poised to take me.
His warmth engulfs me as he thrusts his length into me, bottoming out in one long, forceful push, and setting a primal rhythm that has my body writhing in ecstasy.
I can feel his chest pressed against my back, every muscle taut and coiled like a predator ready to pounce.
His arm snakes around me, pumping my dick in time with his brutal thrusts, and the sensation is electrifying.
"Fuck, Myles," he growls in my ear, his voice raw with desire. "You feel so fucking good."
"Harder." I pant, wanting more of him, needing to be filled by him completely. Our bodies slam together, an animalistic dance fueled by lust and love, the lines between them blurring until they’re one and the same.
"Is this what you want?" he taunts, but his tone betrays his own need for me. "You want me to fuck you through the mattress, baby?"
"Y-yes," I stutter, the words barely escaping my lips as my senses are overwhelmed by his relentless fugging.
"Then hold on tight, baby," he murmurs against my sweat-slicked skin. "We're just getting started."
His fingers curl tighter around my dick, pumping me in sync with his merciless thrusts. The room is filled with the sounds of our passion—grunts, moans, the slap of skin against skin—as we hurtle toward release.
"Oh, God," Tristan rasps, his breath hot against my neck. "I'm close."
"Me too," I gasp, feeling the coil in my gut tighten, threatening to snap any second now. "Don't... don't stop."
"Not until you come," Tristan promises, his voice strained with effort. He shifts his angle, hitting that spot inside me that has me seeing stars, and I know I can't hold off any longer.
My vision blurs as I come undone in his arms, the world reduced to Tristan and the all-consuming pleasure he wrings from me.
"Fuuuuck!" he cries out in pure, primal pleasure, his body going rigid behind me as he comes with a hoarse cry.
We crumble together, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat, our hearts beating in tandem, as if we've truly become one. The room is silent but for our labored breathing, and I can't help but marvel at the intensity of what we've just shared.
"Wow," Tristan whispers, pressing a tender kiss to the back of my neck. "That was... wow." He whooshes out a breath. "That was intense."
"Intense doesn't even begin to cover it." I chuckle weakly, still reeling from the experience.
"You good?" he asks, concern lacing his tone.
"More than good," I assure him, turning my head to catch his eye. "I love you, sweetheart."
A warm smile makes its way across his face, and he leans in for a slow, sweet kiss that has my heart swelling with happiness.
"Love you too, baby," he murmurs against my lips, and I know that no matter what life throws at us, we'll face it together—as partners, as lovers, as second-chance soulmates.
"Come on," I say, nudging him playfully. "Let's get cleaned up. We've got a lot more celebrating to do."
"Is that a challenge?" Tristan smirks, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Maybe," I tease, unable to resist one last flirtatious jibe. "Think you're up for it? I know I am, but young guys aren't like the ones of my generation."
"Guess you'll just have to wait and see, old man," he teases. He presses his semi-hard dick against my back as if to further illustrate the point, the promise of relentless passion hanging tantalizingly in the air.
Laughing, we disentangle ourselves and stumble toward the bathroom, hearts full and bodies spent, ready to face whatever comes next… together.