Page 15 of Finally, Our Forever

Reece

After lunch, when Bennett and Maci have scarfed down the simple food I made, Maci gets Bennett down for a nap. While she’s doing so, I clean up our mess and make my way to the living room to get started in there, too. While I’m finishing picking up, Maci comes in and leans against the wall, watching me put the last toy away.

“That’s a good look for you,” she says, and laughs.

Putting his box of trains against the wall, I stand and make my way towards her. I grab her hips and press her to me. “Whatever you like, Maci girl.”

Her eyes go soft, and I can’t help feeling ten feet tall, knowing I put that look in her eyes. “Sit down with me. We need to talk about some things.” Grabbing her hand, I pull her with me to the couch and I sit, placing her luscious ass on my lap.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Reece.”

I have my arms around her, one around her ass and the other on her legs, keeping her pressed to me. Leaning into her, I whisper, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” My lips ghost over hers.

“I can’t think when you’re touching me,” she rasps.

My hand skates over her knee, up her thigh, and her breathing gets choppy. “Like this?” Massaging back down towards her knee, she mutters, “Yep.”

I kiss her softly and pull away, knowing if I continue I won’t have the strength to do so later. I don’t want her to think I’m trying to get in her pants, not after finally getting an in with her. Pressing my forehead against hers, I rub my nose against the bridge of hers.

“Maci Kate, you have been in my head for the past twenty years. You’re the one I always come back to, the one I need by my side forever. I know I screwed us up before I left for boot camp. I regretted it as soon as I said it, but I was stubborn and thought I was doing the right thing for you. I kept you with me, though.”

I pull out my wallet and take out the picture of her that my mom sent me the last day I spoke to her. I’ve had it with me for years. I would look at it when everything else was dark.

Handing it to her, I watch her reaction, wondering what she thinks about it. Can she tell what she means to me? Fingering the picture, her eyes fill with tears as she takes in the condition of it. I look at it from her perspective. It’s worn with torn edges, scratches across the picture, and a crease where I’ve folded it a million times.

It’s a picture my mom took of us laughing together at that barbecue. We’re sitting close, sides touching, heads close together. She looks happy, and it’s the way I’ve pictured her for the past eight years.

“How did you get this?” she croaks, sounding like she’s about to cry. Putting my hand on her waist, I pull her into my arms. I’m holding her tight, resting my head on the top of hers.

“My mom sent it to me when I was on my first tour in Afghanistan. There were a few pictures in the box, but this one was my favorite.”

“I didn’t know you felt the same. I mean,” clearing her throat, she amends, “that you felt that way.”

She continues to stare at the picture as a tear rolls down her cheek. I take the picture out of her hands and put it on the coffee table in front of us, where she continues to stare it is like it holds the answers to all her questions.

“Feel that way.” I wipe her tear away with the pad of my thumb.

“What?” She says, finally looking up at me.

“I never stopped feeling for you what I always have Maci.” I kiss her temple and her body melts into mine. I kiss down her cheek to her tender lips. The moment she moans, my kiss becomes more demanding and my tongue leads hers in an exotic dance. When she goes to move off my lap, I hold her tighter, not wanting this moment to end.

She has a different motivation though, because she maneuvers her legs around mine, so she’s straddling me. She grabs my face in both of her tiny hands, and slowly lowers her mouth to mine. I give her this control, if only for a second, because that’s what she needs from me. I will always give her what she needs.

When she grinds her pussy over my hard dick, I grab her hips and drive her harder over my rock-hard erection. I hear her moan into my mouth, and she presses her huge tits into my chest. Fuck, she’s making it hard to go slow.

“Oh Reece, you feel so good.”

“I know, baby girl. This feels so right. You’ve got me close to coming. Shit, Maci!”

Her black stretchy pants leave nothing to the imagination. I can feel her wet pussy juice seeping through the material. Continuing to grind over my dick, she moans when I kiss down her neck and suck under her ear.

“Yes Reece, please don’t stop.”

Keeping my eyes on her, I continue, my hand touching all her soft skin. I realize she’s wearing some weird shirt with no bra. Lifting up from her, I reach for the bottom of her long-sleeve shirt and pull it off her. She raises her arms and helps me. I look down and see that a tiny tank top is holding her tits perfectly for me. I pull the strap to the side and kiss down to her shoulder, palming her breasts with my hands. Her nipples are hard nubs, and I use my thumbs to pinch them. I capture her lips with mine and begin to make love to her mouth the way I want to make love to her pussy: deep, rough, and hard. I’m so close to coming in my boxer briefs, something I haven’t done since I was thirteen.

This woman is so fucking hot. My fantasies do not compare to how right she feels on top of me. She’s so soft and responsive to my touch, and its driving me insane.

“Have I mentioned how much I love these pants on your fucking sexy body?” I say gruffly. Guess that was the right thing to say, because she begins grinding over me erratically. “Shit, baby, let me make you feel good.”

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