Page 4 of Tell Me You Love Me Again

“I missed you,” I cooed, kissing his neck. That was a sensitive spot for him, so I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was balls deep inside of his favorite place…inside of me.

“Shit, I missed you too, baby.” He gripped my ass cheeks, pressing me into his now hard dick. “Come on,” he tapped my thigh.

Standing up with me still in his arms, he meticulously carried me upstairs and laid me out on our bed as soon as we passed the threshold. We never had a problem inside of the bedroom. Never. Gabe had mastered every part of my body within the first six months of us dating. It’s been five years, and my body is still at his mercy.

“Uhm,” I moaned when he nipped at my hardened nipple as he toyed with my pearl. The sensations were driving me crazy and because I hadn’t felt my husband’s touch in twenty-one days, I was already creaming on his fingers.

“Ughn,” I whimpered as I grabbed hold of his arm, trying to control his movements. When he removed his hand from my underwear, he slipped the fingers that were just inside of me inside of his mouth.

“Take this shit off,” he damn near growled. He didn’t even wait for me to comply before he started ripping it off. After I had on nothing left but my garters, fishnets, and heels; his mouth was attached to my pussy like it had a magnet in it.

“Oh…my…shi-,” I rambled as he stirred his thick tongue around inside of my tunnel as he flicked my pearl with his thumb. I swear, if Gabe couldn’t do anything else, he could eat some pussy. His head game had me hooked from the beginning.He sucked and slurped until I was bucking up against his face and suffocating him with my thighs.

“Ba-baby, I-I’m about to cum,” I whined. You would think that he would let up, but my actions only ignited him to go harder. I wanted to donkey kick him in the head because he wouldn’t let me go, but the shit was feeling too good. I couldn’t even be mad.

“Damn, I missed this shit,” he said, huskily. The remnants of my juices glazed his lips, and I had the urge to suck them off.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

“Come suck this dick for Daddy since you want to suck on something so bad.” I loved it when he talked nasty to me. He may not have been in the streets anymore, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still possess the demeanor as if he did. Doing as I was told, I propped up beside of him with my ass tooted in the air. I took a minute to admire my husband’s dick, and a bitch started drooling at the sight. Without warning, I slid my mouth completely down his shaft as I let the drool run out of the sides of my mouth and down my chin.

“Fuck, Snook. Suck that shit. Just. Like. That.” Gabe loved the fact that I sucked his dick with no hands. He referred to my mouth as the Bermuda Triangle because he said his dick always got lost down my throat.

Slurp. Slurp. Spit. Slurp.

I sucked and spit on his dick so good; I could hear his toes cracking. I knew he was about to get his first one out of the way, so I took one of my free hands and started massaging his balls as my throat massaged his dick.

“Damn it, Snook,” he grunted as our future kids slid down my throat with ease. I wasted no time swallowing them, either.

“Shit, girl. I see you really missed me, huh?” He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he invaded my walls.

“Ughn,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“That’s right. Hold on for daddy because I got three weeks to make up for.” And that he did. By the time he was done with me, my poor pussy was swollen, and I forgot all about asking him about a getaway. It’ll have to wait until the morning because I thought I was about to rest up, but like he said, we had three weeks worth of time to make up for.

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Even after the tumultuous night that we had last night, I was able to wake up before Gabe. Once I handled my hygiene, I got dressed and went downstairs to fix breakfast. It wouldn’t be long before he noticed I was no longer in the bed beside him, and he’d come looking for me. While I placed the potatoes in the oven, I went into the laundry room and started removing his clothes that he had on the road with him. I always looked for any evidence of another woman but always came up empty. I would hear these stories about truck drivers and just naturally assumed that he would be one of the ones that would cheat while he was out on the road. I even asked his brother Gary’s wife, Shannon, how she dealt with him being on the road. She simply told me she trusted him. Worrying about the what ifs would drive her crazy and she didn’t have that kind of time. I agreed to a certain extent, but I knew my husband. He loved sex, and for him to not have any kind of interactions baffled me. I didn’t address my suspicions, though. My mother always told me what happens in the dark will come to the light, so if he is cheating on me…I’d find out. He’d just better hope I never did.

After separating his laundry, I loaded the washer with the first load and started it. When I walked out of the laundry room, Gabe was sauntering inside the kitchen with a bare chest and basketball shorts hanging low, exposing his v-cut.

“Good morning, Snook,” he greeted me with a hug and kiss.

“Good morning, baby,” I countered. “I knew you would be down sooner or later.”

“Yeah. I rolled over, thinking I was about to slide back inside of my wife, and you were already up and gone. I knew I would find you down here. What you cooking?” He asked as I handed him a cup of coffee.

“A potato bake. I’m about to scramble some eggs to go along with it.”

“Bet. I know it’ll probably put me back to sleep, but I’ll shake it off. I got some things to handle today,” he replied, making a frown instantly form on my face.

“You just got home, Gabe. What could you possibly have to do today that can’t wait?” I asked.

“Just because I’m home doesn’t mean that I stop working, Chi.”

“It should. I rarely see you as it is. When you come home, I should be your top priority,” I fussed.

“Snook, you’re always my top priority. Why do you think I work so much? Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do, but I would rather be with my wife any day, over hauling shit all over the country.” I stood at the stove ignoring his ass, because I got what he was saying to a certain extent. That didn’t mean totally disregard me, though. I guess he got tired of me ignoring him because I felt his presence behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and placed a kiss on my neck.

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