Chapter 16
Chapter
Sixteen
Ewan
Pascal is a good boy and stays in his bed in the living room, far more interested in his bone than in what’s going on behind the closed bedroom door. Boning, ironically enough.
Maddie’s soft hands trace over my pectorals as we make out on top of the covers.
It feels like paradise to have her lips on mine again. Her scent is going to be all over me in the morning, and I’m more than good with it.
I thread my fingers through her soft curls at her temples as I gently, so gently, fit my length inside her.
It’s been so long that it’s an outrageously tight fit, and I almost lose control right then.
We both stay still for a long moment, resisting the urge to thrust and buck and do the hot monkey sex that we’re so good at together.
I just need to feel this. I need more kissing. More looking into her eyes. More getting reacquainted with this feeling of wholeness. This feeling of being home.
“Ewan. I never stopped loving you.”
I hook a hand under her left knee and push up, allowing me to drive deeper into her.
She gasps.
“I know, Maddie.”
Another thrust provokes another gasp from her sweet, slack mouth. Her eyes close.
“I love you, wife.”
“I love you, husband.”
I rest her arms on the pillow above her head and find our rhythm.
I never stopped missing her. Touching her. Making love to her. Fucking her.
And loving every inch of her.
She’s so soaking wet and yet so tight, I see stars when she grips down.
“This is it. You are it for me, Maddie.”
I back off an inch and reach down between us, feeling the soft, damp curls at the front of her pussy. I find her clit and begin working it over in tandem with my thrusts.
I’m getting close.
I bury my face against her throat and groan out her name.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, and the pain is sweet.
“The time we wasted, sweetheart. Never again.”
She holds me close, circling her arms around my neck and gripping me so tight with her thighs. “Not another moment,” she says.
My release tears through me, and I all but collapse on top of her.
“Maddie!”
“Ewan,” she gasps, her body spasming in her own release to match mine.
I can’t explain how right it feels to hear her say my name again.
I roll to my side and fit her against me. My Maddie is soft everywhere. Soft and perfect.
And I’m still buried in her, unwilling to slide out and lose her heat.
“Stay with me tonight.”
“Every night,” she sighs.