Written in the Scars(58)

“They no longer exist,” I say, handing him both halves. “Now f*ck me.”

Laughing, he tosses the envelope in the trash and is standing in front of me before I realize it.

“Are you sure you can handle more?” he teases, his fingers playing with the hem of my dress. “You took a lot of dick this morning.”

I gasp as his fingers skim over the tops of my thighs and work their way so, so slowly upwards.

“Maybe you’re out of shape,” I counter, trying to keep my voice calm. “Maybe you can’t deliver again.”

His chest rumbles as he releases a low, sexy chuckle. “I can deliver. Don’t you worry about that.”

“What are you waiting for?” I tilt my hips, brushing my * over his hand. “Feel how wet I am?”

“You’re dripping down my hand,” he growls, placing his palm on my pubic bone. Applying pressure there, two fingers spread lower, over my clit, and dip into my wetness.

I hiss a breath, widening my stance, feeling his touch right where I need it.

“You like that?” he asks, knowing good and well that I do.

“Does it feel like I do?”

“It feels like you do,” he says, strumming my clit with the pad of his finger. “It feels like you want more than this.”

“Ah,” I groan, grinding my body against his hand. “I need you, Ty. I need you now.”

His mouth captures mine, his tongue commanding mine in a display of ownership, creating a blissful sensation from head to toe.

Before I know what’s happening, he drops to his knees. He motions for my legs to widen before his fingers drag from my ass all that way to my clit.

His eyes never leave mine, his free hand biting into my hip and holding me in place.

“My God, Ty,” I moan, my head falling back. “Ah!” I yelp as his face presses into me. His tongue rolls my swollen bud before pressing then flicking it, working me into a frenzy.

A finger, then two, enter my opening—in and out in the most wonderful form of torture I can imagine.

Just as I begin to see a flurry of colors, my body starting to lift off to bliss, he pulls away.

His hands digging into my hips, he dots kisses against the insides of my thighs, leaving a trail of assaulted skin behind as he stands.

Breathless, we gasp for air. I grab the button of his pants and work furiously to undo it. The zipper sounds as I tug it down and push his jeans and boxers over his hips. They pool on the floor.

His cock is solid and heavy as I take it in my hand. Stroking the length, a dot of pre-cum glistens at the tip. I fall to my knees and smile as Ty’s eyes eagerly meet mine.

My tongue flicks against the top, the softness meeting the hard. Ty hisses a breath as I lick the liquid from the tip of his cock.

I take the head in my mouth and roll my tongue around it. My free hand cups his balls, and squeezing them gently as I stroke his shaft, I watch my husband’s face coat with pleasure.

Licking around the head before letting my tongue draw down his length and around the base, I drag it back to the top along the underside.

His hips thrust forward, his hands embedding in my hair, as I take his cock into my mouth. Pumping him tightly, just the way he likes it, I feel the smoothness of his skin inside my mouth.

“Fuck, E,” he moans. His hands on my head urge me on, the head of his cock beginning to swell further.

Keeping the pace, I work him higher, feeling myself grow wetter with each passing second. Angling forward to take more of his size into my mouth, I look him in the eye.

His greens are filled with unbridled lust and I smile, flicking my tongue against his tip. I find the spot just behind his balls and press two fingertips against it with unrelenting pressure. His entire body shivers, his eyes flutter closed as a hiss escapes his throat.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask, massaging that spot with the pads of my fingers.

I take him into my mouth again and roll the tip around like a sucker. The suction pops as I release it. “You should feel how wet I am. My * is begging for you.”

I’m pulled to my feet instantly and am led across the kitchen to the table.

“Your * will never have to beg for long,” he says, standing behind me.

Leaning over the table and grabbing the other side, I glance at him over my shoulder. His cock in his hand, his chest now bare, he looks at me like he’s about to devour me.

I shake my ass side to side and grin. “What are you waiting for?”

“Just enjoying the sight,” he says.

The tip of his cock swirls around my opening before I feel it part me. He enters me slowly, yet with enough force that it’s blissfully uncomfortable. Once he’s all the way in, he pauses, running his fingers down my spine. Then he begins to move and I lose all contact with reality.



I peek under the foil. The cheese is the perfect golden color and the spaghetti sauce is bubbling beneath. Sticking the pan of garlic knots on the rack below, I close the oven.

Wiping my hands off, I toss the towel on the table as I pull open the kitchen door. The sky is a beautiful shade of orange and blue as the sun begins its descent below the horizon.

It’s a peaceful evening, a great ending to a pretty good day. After the fight and amazing makeup between Ty and myself, today was a little touch-and-go to start. As the day wore on, I realized being mad at Ty for something Pettis said wasn’t worth it. I have to trust him and I do. I’m trusting my gut.