Page 8 of Heart Mended

“Something deserving?”

Chuckling I confirm, “Never more.”

Flicking the switch to on, she comes over, taking my hand in hers, and examining the damage for herself.

“You’ll live,” she pronounces with a smirk. “At least you don’t have to deal with mountains of paperwork afterwards.”

My lips curve as I grin back, knowing full well she’s referring to when she was a cop.

“Miss it?” I ask, as I approach, moving her hair away from her neck, putting my lips to the sensitive spot there.

“Sometimes,” she admits. “Though what I’ve got now, more than makes up for it.”

That’s what I needed to hear. I’m her man. It’s my job to make sure she never regrets anything.

“They down?” The tone of my voice has changed, dropping an octave lower.

“Fed, changed and asleep.” She grins and licks her lips.

“Grunt?”

“Beef walked him earlier.”

I turn her around, place her hands on the counter, covering them momentarily with my own, pressing down slightly.

“Leave them there.” My chest rests against her back and I feel her tremor.

She’s wearing an old tee shirt, so I feel no guilt at all as I take out my knife and slice it from the neck to the hem.

“Heart!” she squeals. The coolness of the air conditioning and the cold steel of the blade cause goosebumps to rise on her bared skin. Her breathing has sped up, betraying how much my action has affected her.

“Hush, I’ll buy you another.”

“You’ve been talking to Blade too much. Don’t you dare cut my bra. It’s my comfy one.”

Expertly I flick the catch on the aforementioned item, sliding the straps down her arms, allowing her to lift her hands but only to let it drop to the floor. Her breasts, enlarged since her pregnancy, fall free and are quickly captured in my palms. I was pleased she gave up breastfeeding, now able to toy with those nipples again without her becoming sore. Feeding two hungry babies had become too much after a few months. As I pinch lightly with forefingers and thumbs, she gasps. I fucking love how sensitive she is there, knowing by the way she’s pushing her hips back into me she’s aroused and probably already wet.

As I give attention to those taut little buds, my lips resume nuzzling her neck, sucking at that sensitive spot that makes her squirm and disobey me, raising one hand and bringing it up behind my head, holding me to her as if there was a chance I might move away. I don’t need a physical anchor, her natural perfume I’m inhaling is enough to keep me close. The combination of that and the slight saltiness that I’m tasting, together with the softness of her skin ensures I’m here to stay.

One last fondle, one small nip with my teeth, and reluctantly I let her breasts free, and start kissing my way down her back. Every vertebrae gets attention from my lips, while multi-tasking, my hands unbutton her shorts. Then, continuing my downward journey, I push them and her underwear over her hips.

Folding myself to my knees, I tap her inner thighs. Obediently, she parts them. With my hands on her ass cheeks, gently I separate them. In the light overhead, her beautiful cunt already glistens and I lean in closer to inhale her musk.

“Heart,” she encourages.

“I’m hungry, darlin’. You gonna let me eat you out?”

She huffs. “Don’t you dare stop, or…”

She doesn’t finish the threat, but she’s got no need to. I’m not going to let my old lady go unsatisfied. In truth, I’m utterly unable to resist. This close to her, knowing her sweet flavour, it would be impossible to pull away.

With my cock throbbing as though it’s trying to work its way out of my jeans unaided, I swipe my tongue along her slit. She bends slightly, putting herself at a better angle, meaning I can also attack that sensitive bud of nerves.

“Heart,” she gasps, then repeats, “Heart. Oh my God, Heart.”

Swiping some of her cream, one thumb rims her puckered hole, and two fingers slide inside her slit. Already close, it takes little more than some rubbing on her clit, then she’s tightening, her muscles clamping on my fingers, her ass checks flexing as she muffles her scream with her fist.

Bringing her down, I stand and free my dick from my pants. As I place my hand in the middle of her back and push, easing her down over the counter, I feel little tremors still wracking her body.

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