Page 22 of The Spirit Key
The thick head of his cock met my hole, and with the way he’d been acting, I was certain he was going to shove the whole length into me. That wasn’t what happened, though. He was careful, went slowly, and gave me time to adjust. Whether he knew it or not, he was rubbing circles on my back to calm me.
When he breached my ass, I sucked in a breath. It had been a long time for me, and Tim was a big guy, but he was being so gentle right now.
“I know what you’re thinking. I can hear your brain working, and you’re wondering when I’m going to lose control and hurt you. Yeah, I’m angry, and it’s going to take a lot to get us back to where we used to be, but I’m not going anywhere, and I won’t let you go either.”
It was that precise moment that I realized I’d been right. Angry or not, Tim wasn’t going to hurt me, and he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want. I was certain if I said no, he’d stop. That wasn’t about to happen, though, because I wanted this more than I think I’d wanted anything in my life.
He pushed in a bit more, and the ache had begun to turn into pleasure. I tried to lean back, wanting him in deeper, but another loud crack on my ass had me stilling.
“Seems you don’t learn quickly. You always were headstrong, weren’t you? You’ll get what I want to give you when I want to give it. Not until then.”
“Then hurry it up.”
He chuckled. “Mouthy ass.” He put a hand on my back to hold me still, then with one hard push, he buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck, I knew you’d feel good around my cock. It’s like I always thought. You were meant for me. But we still have that problem of you letting someone else take what should have been ours to share. I need to show you why that was a mistake.”
He drew out slowly, then drove back in, knocking the wind out of me. Each thrust that followed was punctuated by a grunt from him and a moan from me. When he put his free hand on the other side of me, I knew he was bracing himself. This time, he shoved me down onto the bed, his weight holding me there. And from this angle, he was hitting every sweet spot within me.
He set a cadence—slow, slam, slow, slam. Our bodies were wet with sweat in the warm room, and his breath on my neck only heightened that.
“Fuck me, please.”
“Told you not to talk.”
“Don’t care. I need this. I needyou, Tim. If I have to spend the rest of my life making up for my stupidity, I’ll do that.”
“Shut up. Let me stay mad.”
I laughed. “Okay. Fine. Fuck you. I’m glad I left.”
A deep growl issued from above me, and this time he went wild. Gone were the deliberate movements. Now he was an animal, rutting mindlessly, using me as nothing more than a hole to sate his lust. Every time he rammed home, he bit my shoulder. Tomorrow I’d have a body full of hickeys, and I would gladly stand in front of the mirror to enjoy each one.
“Is this what you want, Scotty?”Slam.“For me to treat you like this?”Slam.“I’m only doing this because….” His breath hitched. “Because I love you so fucking much.”
He still loved me. I knew it, but having him say it made me feel so much better.
“I love you too. Always have, always will.”
He slowed. “You… love me?”
“Yes. One of the reasons I left was because I didn’t want to bog you down in my life. You’d always stood up for me before, but everyone has a limit, and I was afraid one day I’d reach yours and you’d toss me aside for being too much trouble.”
He drew out of me. “Roll over.”
I turned onto my back.
He reached down, locked an arm around each knee, and bent me in half. With unerring accuracy, he seated himself again. “Watch my eyes. I will never leave you. No matter how crazy life gets, it only makes sense if you’re with me.”
This time he moved slowly, his cock sliding along my prostate. No man had ever made me feel like this before, and I knew I could never feel like this with anyone else.
As he pushed in, he locked gazes with me. Gone were the crinkles around his eyes. Now only a softness remained. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
He smiled, pumping steadily into me. “You have no idea how much I wanted to hear you say that.”
“Let me stay and I’ll say it a hundred times a day.”
“If you don’t stay, I’m following you. I can’t be without you again.”
