Page 35 of Vintage

A gasp escaped me when I noticed Ro between my legs, showering kisses and teasing my warm, dripping core with his tongue.

“Roger that, boss.” Greg yelled over the noise, and I heard him walk away, giving me a moment to breathe.

Ro’s light chuckle made me smile too. I felt like I was giving back some of his dimmed light, if not all of it. He’s the sun, and I’m the moon. He shines the brightest, lighting me up in his warmth. He gives me purpose.

“I love you, Mr. Husband.” I whispered again, my heart feeling like it might burst from my chest, wanting to show him how much those words mean.

But my thoughts faded when I felt his warm tongue inside me, gripping his shoulder tightly, arching my back.

“Oh, sweet god... Ro... Fuck...” I screamed, and that got a pleasurable grunt from him. That little sound excited me.

I wanted more of this.

I want him to let go and enjoy it fully.

I want to give him as much as he’s given to me.

My love, please... hurry...

Another laugh escaped him, and I nearly had a heart attack.

"Fuck," he groaned, breathless. "You really know how to fuck me up good, Mrs. Rowan. So damn good." His voice had that familiar tone I knew so well.

He blew warm air, teasing my sensitive spot with his teeth while his tongue worked in and out of me quickly. My body trembled as my nipples hardened, and soon, arching my back, I fell against the glass with a thud.

Good thing my head's tough, and the glass is solid.

I chuckled, feeling at ease. My eyes were shut, but I could sense and hear his tongue lapping up every bit of me, the wet sounds echoing as he gave my throbbing clit one last suck before moving up to tease my neglected nipple. It stirred something deep inside, filling me with a confidence I had been craving for days.

"I love you, Ro. I really do."

"I know, sweetheart. I know." He whispered against my nipple, placing a soft kiss after the playful torment of his teeth and tongue.

I let out a soft moan, feeling the waves of his touch, and the desire to please him surged within me. Slowly, my hands traveled over his firm chest down to his abs. He would groan occasionally, a mix of hisses and growls that hinted at pain he tried to hide. I had a good idea of what was causing it, but Ro would never admit it, even if I asked.

He was wounded. Both physically and emotionally, it was up to me to show him I'll always be his safe place despite our differences.

Slipping my fingers over his throbbing dick, holding his painful erection in my hand, I stroked a little, smearing the pre-cum gathered at the tip up to the crown.

He let out a sound, feeling the pleasure as I smiled lazily and tilted my hips up, my eyes longing to see him. Free me from this dark place that made him feel like just a dream, a shadow I created.

"Touch me, sweetheart..." He groaned, biting and nibbling at my collarbone.

"Let me see you, Ro. I won’t ask questions or pry. I won’t look at anything you don’t want me to. Just let me look into your eyes. That’ll be enough for now."

I didn’t really believe my words would sway him, but when his fingers pulled the blinds down, I sniffed, tears blurring my sight as I slowly opened my eyes to meet his stunning baby blue eyes that promised so much. With a faint smile and a blank mind, I kept my word.

"I missed you." I smiled through my tears, gently stroking him and feeling his tense body relax as he moaned relentlessly.

"I missed you too, my love. I really missed you so damn much." He admitted, rising up, capturing my lips, and sealing it with a deep kiss.

Feeling his erection growing in my hand, I rubbed more of the precum leaking from his tip over his shaft while he left my lips and threw his head back, moaning loudly.

I know with his voice anyone could come here, but with loud sounds from machines in the garage, it hid his voice.

Another stroke. And another, I moved fast, but stopped when he got closer, and shifting closer to the edge of the table, I aligned him to my entrance.

He kept staring into my eyes as I nodded, giving him the confirmation.

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