Page 28 of Love and Forgiveness
She wraps her arms tightly around me, burying her head in my shoulder and sobbing. I comfort her with soft words, gently stroking her hair. I don’t know how long we sit like this, but we need this more than we’ve ever needed anything. As if we’re mending back together. “I forgive you for everything,” she whispers, stroking my stubbled cheek with her hand and pressing feather-light kisses on my face and lips.
Her eyes are so filled with love for me, I feel reborn under her gaze. Now, I have the answer to my question. “I forgive you, too, baby girl. For everything.”
Chapter Fifteen
IZZIE
Iwipe my eyes on the backs of my hands. I haven’t cried this much in one day since divorce proceedings first began.
This evening needs a change of pace. Like those drinking games we played so many years ago, I’m the one who initiates it. But I know a secret about my bashful warrior. Wolfe’s the best closer on the planet. “I hate to break this to you, Private. But I think it’s time to switch things up a bit. It’s time for a dare. And you need to start drinking your wine, too.”
“If you think you’re going to get me drunk and take advantage of me like you did in Afghanistan, I’m down for it.” He sips the dry red, smiling enthusiastically.
“For the record, I did not get you drunk and take advantage of you, although the thought was tempting. Fortunately, you got over your timidity a lot quicker than I thought you would. Alright, I’m going to go with a familiar dare: Take my breath away.”
He laughs knowingly.
“Do you remember the first time I gave you that dare?”
“I remember every goddamn thing about it,” he replieswithout hesitation. “Let’s see. My heart beat out of my chest, and my breath came faster than when I do eight-count body builders. My pulse pounded in my temples, and I thought for sure I’d heard you wrong. But that naughty look you gave me let me know my ears were working just fine. And that kiss I gave you? As I remember it took both of our breaths away.”
I swallow loudly, heavy desire sinking into every inch of my body.
He can tell I’m turned on. I see it by the way his eyes rake restlessly over me and how slowly and sensually he licks his lips. “If memory serves me, that became one of your favorite dares. One that I fulfilled in many different ways.” He raises an eyebrow, his eyes searing in to me. “Do you have a preference now?”
“You’re the expert. So, I leave it to your discretion.”
He grabs one of the folded blankets, spreading it out flat on the floor in front of us, saying, “Lie back and get comfortable.”
My body’s heated and needy, and I say in a breathy whisper, “If I didn’t know better, Private, I’d think things were about to get naughty.”
“Oh, hell yes,” he replies spreading my legs. Realizing there’s nothing under my silky robe, he lets out a long, appreciative exhale, drinking in every inch of me unapologetically with his hooded eyes. Dipping his head slowly between my legs, he covers my thick inner thighs with open mouth kisses and swipes of his tongue until I mindlessly pant and beg for more. His mouth hovers over my pussy, and the heat from his breath makes my whole body tremble in anticipation. I need him so much, I can’t even voice my demand.
Anticipation floods my body, tightening my core, as I watch him descend slowly and sensually between my legs. He takes my pussy lips hungrily in his mouth, and I fall in love with the silky, hot feel of his mouth all over again. He divesravenously into my arousal with his tongue, and my back arches as my hips come up to his mouth, begging for more. Each swipe of his searing, hungry tongue brings me closer until my breathing goes ragged, and the world spins in a seductive haze of ecstasy around me. He lifts his head, sliding his finger into me, every movement dragging me closer to the brink.
“I think I have the wrong dare,” he teases, tickling my G spot just the way I like it. His knowledge of my body is unmatched. I gasp and pant beneath him. My pussy’s still swollen from earlier, and he takes full advantage of the extra sensitivity. He takes my clit in his mouth, circling it with his tongue and sucking it until it’s so engorged, desire hums through me, demanding satisfaction.
“What do you mean?” I manage, breathlessly.
Through gritted teeth, he replies, “Remember when you dared me to do something I couldn’t stop thinking about?”
“Yes, and you blew my mind. Oh, Wolfe.” Just like he’s doing now. I can’t talk as he slides his thick finger into me again, taking his time as I tighten around him. His other hand swipes through my hot folds, covering himself in my slippery arousal before he strokes my pearl with excruciatingly slow sensuality.
He pants, “By then, I was on to your game, and I had to know how you tasted. You had me all tied in knots, baby girl, and you did not disappoint. Every time you dared me, trusted me with your body, opened yourself up to me, I needed even more of you. I’ll never get enough.” Covering me with his mouth, lips, and tongue he licks, sucks, and flicks me until I grind my pussy into him,coming on his face.
WOLFE
My dick’s so hard, and I need a release so badly I can barely take it. I would have jacked off in the shower to take it down a notch. After all, it’s been so long. But I’m not about to do that in my kids’ bathtub. So, now, she has to deal with the consequences. I pant out hungrily, “It’s my turn, and I’m going with a dare.”
She lies on the blanket, thoroughly sated, and I admire the way the warmth of the candlelight glows on her skin. I fucking love this woman so much, I can barely take it. She turns on her side towards me, slipping completely out of her robe and asking in a sexy, relaxed tone, “What’s your dare, husband?” Damn, that last word sounds so fine on her lips.
“I dare you to save a horse, baby.” She sits up, her gaze raking over me wantonly as I stand up to remove my khakis and gray boxer briefs. Her eyes are liquid pools of desire, devouring my thick, erect rod without even touching me. I take a seat on the blanket next to her, cross-legged.
“This looks like something out of theKama Sutra,” she says standing up and sensually wending her way towards me. She grabs my cowboy hat, putting it on my head and giving me an eyeful of the pussy I just devoured, the lovely dark blonde curls still shiny with arousal. It’s all mine. Every last honeyed inch of it.
I smile at the touch of the hat. For all her world traveling ways, she always did appreciate the fact I’m a country boy.
“Maybe the redneckKama Sutra,” I manage before she straddles me, sinking down onto my thick, painfully hard rod, facing me. The feel of her soft heat and wetness enveloping me makes more words impossible, and I focus hard on not instantly coming inside of her. Fuck, how have I lived so long without these sugar walls?
