Chapter 16
FISHER
“Not done with me?” she repeats. “Should I be scared?”
Grinning, I pick her up and lay her down on the bed. Her dark curly hair melts around her and she spreads her legs open, giving me a front row seat to her perfect pussy and my cum that leaks out.
“Fuck.” I grit my teeth. “That’s so fucking hot, baby.”
Sliding her fingers down her body, she rubs against her core and pushes the leaking cum back in.
“You made a mess of me.”
“Yeah, I did.” I wonder if I sound as proud as I feel.
“Are you going to clean me up?” she taunts with a tiny smirk.
I shake my head. “Not yet.” My cock is still half-hard. I think I’m almost always at half-mast around her. Joining her on the bed, I hold my weight above her. “You’re so beautiful.”
She smiles. “I know.”
Laughing, I stroke my fingers over her cheek. “I love that you know it.”
Her warm brown eyes sparkle with humor. “What else do you love about me?”
“Everything.” There’s no point in beating around the bush. I’ve loved Ebba for years, even when we were broken up, I never stopped. I’m not the kind of guy who can turn my feelings on and off like that. She’s always been it for me, even if I wasn’t it for her.
“Everything, huh?”
“Yeah.” I kiss her long and slow, until she’s breathless. “You have no idea.”
A tear leaks out of the corner of her eye, and I quickly wipe it away with my thumb.
“Why are you crying? Please, don’t cry, baby,” I beg.
“I’ve been so mean to you,” she sniffles.
I lower my body over hers, like somehow, I can physically shield her from the pain she’s feeling. “I deserved it.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t think you did.”
“We were both incredibly young.”
“We were,” she agrees. Reaching up, she rubs her hand against the stubble on my cheek. I’ve been letting it get a little too long lately. “I don’t want to talk about the past right now, though.”
“No?” I laugh softly, brushing a dark curl off her cheek.
She reaches between us and wraps her fist around my cock. “Doesn’t seem like you do either,” she teases.
Brushing my nose against hers, I say, “I can’t think about anything now that your hand is on my cock.”
“Good.” She smiles, her dark eyes glimmering. “Now, fuck me again, please.”
My chuckle turns to a moan when she guides my cock to her pussy. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. How good she feels. How much I missed this. Missed her.
My hips buck forward and she’s so wet and ready for me.
“God, Ebba.” I groan. “This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
Her eyes are half-closed, and she lets out a soft moan as I push in all the way. I go slower this time. Neither of us is as frantic.
Wrapping my hand around her right knee, I push her leg up and we both groan at how much deeper I sink inside her.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Even my scars?” There’s a vulnerability in her gaze that I’m not expecting.
I rub my thumb over part of the scar on her leg. “Especially your scars. Even the ones I can’t see.”
Reaching up, she grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down to her so she can kiss me.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder if I’m dreaming. I’ve hoped and prayed she’d come back to me for so long that this doesn’t seem real.
But the way she moans my name, the low and husky, “Fisher,” can’t possibly just be my imagination.
Her pussy tightens around me, and her nails dig into my arms when she comes. It sends me over the edge and I pull out, painting her body with my cum.
She reaches down and swipes her finger through my cum, bringing it to her mouth and sucking it clean.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Now we shower?” she asks. I scoop her up and she giggles. “I take that as a yes?”
“Shower and then sleep.” I stifle a yawn. “I’m getting too old for back-to-back rounds.”
I set her down and turn the shower on. She wraps her arms around me from behind, pressing the side of her face against my back. “You’re only like what twenty-nine now?”
“Yeah,” I reply.
“Exactly, so you’re far from old.”
“Tell that to my back and knees,” I gripe, pulling her left hand off my stomach and lifting it to kiss her hand.
I check the temperature and find it warm enough, so I tug her into the large walk-in shower with me.
“Don’t get my hair wet,” she warns me with a pointed finger.
“I won’t.”
I grab the shower gel and lather it into my hands. I scrub her arms and stomach and legs before coming back up to her breasts and giving them the attention they deserve.
“Such a boob man,” she laughs.
“I’m a you man.” I was down bad from the moment I set my eyes on her years ago. Dark skin and brown eyes with the curliest hair I’d ever seen. But what stuck out to me the most was her smile. It was such a big smile, one so full of happiness that it seemed to emulate from her entire being.
And now I get to see that smile every day because she’s my wife.