My breath leaves my lungs in a rush. My heart immediately starts pounding in my chest. When I imagined the day I would see her again, I hadn’t planned on being struck dumb. In my dreams, I would run to her, fold her in my arms, hold her tight, and then spank the hell out of her perfect ass for running off and leaving me pining after her like a fucking woman. There are a few more additions to that dream. They are more firmly planted in the fantasy column, though. The thought of cupping her large firm tits in my hands, licking her perfect rose bud nipples, sliding my fingers through her dripping pussy, and pushing my throbbing cock into her, while she pulls my hair makes me hard as a fucking pike.
My eyes devour her. Starting from the tips of her wine coloured painted toenails, travelling the length of her gorgeous body. Savouring her. Committing her to memory as I go. Dressed in tiny, I think I can see the cheeks of her ass if she turns around, cut off denim shorts, a black and silver Sturgis Harley t-shirt, and flip flops, Ronnie looks like perfection, and she’s standing right here in front of me.
Halting on her face, I see the tears glistening in her eyes. It unglues me from my stupor, taking me only four long strides to reach her. When I do, I grab her face with both of my hands and kiss the ever-loving-shit out of her.
Without a second hesitation Ronnie wraps her arms around my neck tightly and kisses me back fiercely. She tastes like home. The mint from her toothpaste, mixed with a hint of coffee, and the flavour that’s so uniquely Ronnie has my cock trying to punch its way through the zipper of my jeans in five seconds flat. I never thought the day would come where I was able to have her in my arms again. Be able to feel her soft body pressing into mine. Have her hands sliding through my hair.
Dropping both hands to her ass, I give it a tight squeeze, boosting her up to wrap her legs around my waist. Which she does immediately. I know where I’m going without looking. So, I deepen the kiss plunging my tongue deep into the hot recesses of her mouth, letting out a deep moan when she twirls her tongue around mine. Turning, I make my way through the front door, down the hallway, and into my bedroom, kicking the door shut as soon as we clear the doorframe.
I’m sick of wasting time and taking this shit slowly with her. I have no idea what’s around the corner, and at this moment I don’t fucking care. Ronnie and I have lost too many years for me to focus on anything other than having her here in my arms, in my house, and as soon as I can get her there, in my bed.
Placing my hands under her arms, I literally throw her on to my king size bed, ripping my t-shirt over my head, and kicking off my boots and socks as I stalk toward her.
“Fuck but I missed you, Ronnie. You’re not going fucking anywhere ever again, Sunshine. It nearly killed me not knowing where you were or whether you were safe.”
Stripping out of her own shirt, her gorgeous tits fall free, barely contained by her blue lace bra. The spray of freckles over her chest and collarbone have me licking my lips. I want to trace every last one. Connect them with my tongue. Shimmying out of those hot ass shorts, my breathing becomes ragged as I see what she’s uncovered. Underneath she’s wearing the matching thong to her bra, and all I want to do is tear it off with my teeth. Even from here, I can see her beautiful pussy is bare, and the centre of her thong is wet with her desire for me.
Unbuckling my belt and flicking the top button of my jeans, I look up and see her leaning on her elbows watching me with uncensored hunger. Her eyes dance over her name tattooed on my chest, past my abs, following the line of hair down to my cock that’s already pushing past the top of my boxers trying to get to her.
“I missed you too, Nate. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” With that I strip off my remaining clothes, and I’m on her in a flash.
Like a wild animal in heat, my hands are everywhere all at once or at least they’re trying to be. I can’t get enough of her velvet soft skin, the way goose bumps appear on the path my hands have travelled, her curves that fill my hands moulding to my body. This woman was made for me.
Cursing the interference of her bra, I flick the front clasp open, and let her heavy tits fill my palms. Running my thumbs over her nipples, I watch them tighten into hard peaks. The areolas bunch, pressing further into my hands. Cutting off her moan with my mouth, I twist her nipples that are in desperate need of attention, between my thumb, and forefinger, causing her to arch her back pressing her body even more tightly to mine.
My cock is weeping. I can feel it. The stickiness on my skin is a dead giveaway. Knowing this isn’t going to last long if I have to hear her moan like that much longer, I push my tongue further into her mouth to silence her. Her taste. Her smell. Her everything, has my head swimming. I couldn’t be happier if I drowned in all that is Ronnie, right now.
Now it’s my turn to groan as I feel her tiny smooth hand wrap around the base of my cock and squeeze, exerting enough pressure to make my already sensitive cock head throb.
“Jesus. Fuck me, Ronnie. You touch me like that, and this is over real quick, Babe.” Humming against my tongue she squeezes again, harder this time, making me growl, and a drop of pre cum leaks out my tip. “You got a particular liking for that thong, Babe?”
I don’t really give a shit what the answer is, so before she can speak, I reach down tearing it off her body flinging it across the room to land, God knows where. I trace her slit with a single finger, gathering up her juices spreading them around her clit, which is hard and pulsing, peeking out of its hood.
Ronnie’s startled intake of breath is enough to let me know she’s turned on. If that weren’t enough, the fact she’s already dripping wet for me would be a good sign. I’ve never had a woman so responsive to my touch. It’s like watching a flower bloom; the way the lips of her pussy part, revealing the jewel that is her clit inside. Her thighs are damp with her arousal. I can’t wait until I have my head buried between her legs, lapping up all those sweet juices she’s creaming just for me. That’ll have to wait though. There is no way I’m going to be able to hold off long enough to eat her out, without coming all over my sheets like a horny teenager.
Rotating her hips she’s grinding into my hand, and I push a second finger into her pussy, stretching her to accommodate me. I don’t want to hurt her. She needs to be ready to take me hard and fast when I get inside her, because I won’t be holding back. I don’t think it’ll be possible even if I tried.
“Fuck you’re tight, Babe. Has it been a while?”
I probably shouldn’t ask. I have no idea why I do. I really don’t want to know the last man she’s had in her bed. Taken into her body. That shit will make me want to find the fucker and kill him for touching her. Rational? I think not. I never claimed to be. Is it realistic that I’d do that, though? Yes.
Jacking my cock in long hard strokes, she laughs at me. Fucking laughs. No man likes to hear a woman laugh when his cock is in her hand.
“Not seeing what’s funny here, Sunshine.”
Turning her face so she can lick long lines up my neck to my ear, she bites down on my earlobe, soothing the sting with her tongue and I shudder at the feeling.
“You trying to find out the last person I slept with, in a less than subtle way, is funny, Nate.” I still don’t agree, there is nothing funny about my woman fucking other men.
Twisting my fingers inside her I feel her pussy ripple, clamping down on my hand squeezing the shit out of them.
“Fuck that. Tell me how long it’s been since a man put his cock inside my pussy. Because you know this pussy’s mine, right? I’m the only man that’s going to be touching you, licking your cunt, feeling you come around my cock.” I punctuate my statement by slamming my fingers into her to the last knuckle.
For a second I’m scared I’ve hurt her when she lets out a high pitch wail. I’m quickly mollified, when she creams all over my hand. Panting, she can barely get the words out, but I hear her. Every last fucking word. My cock pays particular interest to the breathless way the words come out twitching like a motherfucker.
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bsp; “Yes, oh my God, yes, Nate. Right there. Mmmmm. It’s, I’m yours.”
Twisting again I ask, “You going to tell me now, Sunshine, or do I have to draw this out? Not let you come till you do?” Shaking her head rapidly back and forth on my pillow, her stunning red hair offset by my dark pillowcases, she answers straight away.
Didn’t think orgasm denial would be her thing. Good to know.
“No! Please, Nate, I need to come. I’ll tell you anything you want just let me come.”
No way would I actually want to risk holding out on her. The last thing I need is to wake up with her chopping my cock off because I leave her sexually frustrated. Every man knows that’s a very real risk if their woman is unsatisfied.
“You wanna come, then answer my question, Baby. When was the last time you had a cock inside your tight, hot pussy?”
Canting her hips further into my palm, Ronnie lets out a low moan. It won’t be long until her body takes over, throwing her head first into orgasm, whether I like it or not. Looking into my eyes, she’s removed her hand from my cock placing both of her small hands on my jaw that I didn’t know was clenched and replies, “You. It was you, Nate. I hav…..”
Fuck me!
The knowledge that Ronnie hasn’t been with anyone but me snaps the last thread of my control. Not that I had much to start with. Jack knifing up, and yanking my hand roughly from between her legs, I use the wetness on my hand to lube up my shaft, kneeling between her spread thighs. The sight of her plump pussy lips glistening, her cum on her thighs, her heaving chest and gorgeous tits, with nipples that are diamond hard points almost makes me blow my load all over her tight, flat belly. But there’s no fucking way the first time I come, with the woman I’ve been in love with for-fucking-ever, is it going to be outside her pussy. There’ll be plenty of time for me to mark her body with my jizz. Just not this time.
Positioning the head of my cock at her entrance, watching it nudge its way forward, I look up and see Ronnie staring at my face. Not our connection. Not my body. She’s waiting to look into my eyes.
“I love you, Nathaniel Raymond Burke. I’m so sorry it took me so long to make it back to you.”
There are tears in her beautiful green eyes. She’s breaking my heart.
“Fuck, I love you, Veronica. I don’t give a shit how long it took you, Baby, I would’ve waited a fucking lifetime for you, Sunshine.”
I can’t wait any longer to be deep inside her, so I don’t. With one thrust I’m buried to the hilt. Crying out in pleasure Ronnie wraps her long legs around my waist and bites down on my shoulder. Pulling back until just the tip of my cock is caressing her tight hole, I plunge forward again, rotating my hips as my pelvis meets hers. She’s unbelievably tight. She feels fucking unreal.
Our joint moans and groans echo around the room, mixing with the wet slapping sounds of skin. Rivulets of sweat are running down my spine, and the fine sheen of sweat on Ronnie’s skin only makes her appear more ethereal. She’s fucking glowing with how aroused she is.
Meeting me thrust for thrust, it’s only a matter of minutes before I feel the silken fist that is my woman’s cunt begin to spasm.
“I’m so close, Nate. Oh, oh, my, God. Yes, there, right there.” Lowering my hand, the one that isn’t balancing my weight to stop me from crushing her beneath me, I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger just hard enough to cause a bite of pain with her pleasure. Clamping her thighs at my sides, Ronnie’s back bows off the bed, displaying her beautiful body for me perfectly. Before she can arch her head away from me, I grab a fistful of her hair and tilt her face to mine. Slamming my mouth down on hers and pushing my tongue inside, mimicking the motion of my cock, I pinch her clit one last time, sending her over the edge into a screaming orgasm.
Literally. A screaming fucking orgasm.
Pumping into her I grunt out, “Fuck,” thrust, “You’re,” thrust, “Perfect,” thrust. And three hard thrusts is all it takes before I throw my head back letting out an animalistic growl, followed by groaning her name. “Oh fuck, Ronnie!” The combination of her scent surrounding me, the feel of her pussy still quivering around my cock, and the touch of her hands running up and down my damp skin prolongs the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. That includes the ones I’ve had with her.
After Ronnie has milked me dry, I collapse. Rolling off to her side, grabbing her to me, I position her head in the crook of my neck. I kiss the crown of her head, feeling more content than I have since the last time I had her in my arms like this. Having no idea what she’s thinking, I decide now’s a good a time as any to clear a few things up.
“Fucking hell, woman, you almost killed me. Give me ten and I’ll be good to go again.” Ronnie giggles, placing a soft kiss to the side of my neck. “You do realise that I’m not letting you go, now. What just happened between us, sealed the deal, woman. You’re mine. You’re coming home for good. You’ll be doing that here, in this house with me and Kellen.”
Jerking back slightly Ronnie hisses, “Oh shit, Nate. Where IS Kellen? I totally didn’t think after you put your lips on mine, everything else became non-existent.”
Chuckling at her realisation I consider fucking with her a bit, but figure she’ll more than likely kick my ass, so I tell her the truth. “Calm down, Sunshine. He’s with Kendall and Lexi, picking out snack shit he wants for his birthday party, tomorrow. They won’t be back for a couple of hours, yet. We’ve got time.”
She relaxes instantly back into my side sighing deeply. “Thank God. The last thing I need is my nephew, that probably hates me right now, to hear me having my wicked way with his dad.”
A low grumble of laughter bubbles up from my chest. I squeeze her with the arm that’s currently resting around her back.
“Nothing could be further from the truth, Ronnie. Kellen doesn’t hate you; he fucking loves you, Babe. He keeps that letter you wrote him under his pillow for fuck’s sake. I think I’ve answered about a million questions he’s asked about you in the last four months,” I explain.
“I’m just saying I wouldn’t blame him, if he did.” I get why she would’ve thought that he would, but Kellen isn’t built like most kids. One thing I’ve learnt about my son is his capacity for forgiveness and understanding. Sometimes I wonder whether those traits might do him more harm than good in the future.
I’m curious, so I ask, “Where’d you go anyway, Sunshine? And why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were leaving? I nearly lost my fucking mind when I found you gone. Everyone’s lucky Tank and Pipe talked me down, or I would have taken off after you.”
Ronnie wastes no time in sitting up, wrapping the sheet hanging off the side of the bed around her naked body, and leaning back against the headboard. I roll to my side, propping myself on an elbow, using my free hand to caress the length of her thigh.
“At first, I went home with Mom and Dad. I needed to go back to Patterson. I hadn’t been back once, since I left years ago. It was time, Nate.” Nodding at her she goes on, “I only stayed there about a month before I went to Dallas to visit Clinton and Stephan.” A growl from me has her head whipping to face me. At the look on my face she bursts out laughing, again not funny.
When she’s reduced to giggles, and the odd snort or two she keeps talking.
“I take it. I never told you about my VERY gay friend Clinton and his partner Stephan? You can stand down now, caveman, you’re definitely more Clinton’s type than I am.” Pinching the delicate skin behind her knee, as punishment for making me worry about another dude, I flash her a grin. She shakes her head with a matching grin of her own. “Anyway, while I was there I wanted to talk to him about helping me set up an online gallery. I love working at Skin Fusion. If Reaper will have me back, that would be great, but I want to do something with my painting. I never thought I would have the chance. Seeing as something happened while I was in Dallas making it possible, now was as good a time as any to look into it. You have to promise when I tell you what it was, you’ll let me explai
n everything before going all crazy, angry alpha, Nate.”
I don’t even know what that last bit fucking means. Whatever. It doesn’t matter. I’ll listen to anything Ronnie wants to tell me.
“Sunshine, you can tell me anything, you know that. I can’t promise not to get pissed, but I can promise you, I’ll hear you out before completely losing my shit, if it’s that bad.”
Shaking her head back and forth she adds, “It’s not bad, just strange. Honestly, I thought that it was a joke, at first.” I can’t say that I’m not nervous to hear what she’s got to say. My mind runs the gamut of options but keeps leading me back to the negative choices.
Taking a deep breath Ronnie locks eyes with me and lays it out. “It was about three weeks after I got to Dallas that I got a registered letter delivered by courier. No one knew where I was except for Mom and Dad, so at first I thought something happened to them. It shocked the shit out of me when I saw the letter was actually from Verity. It wasn’t even a letter really. She sent a key to a safety deposit box with a note saying, ‘I owe you this and more,’ and the address of the bank that held the box. Like I said it was strange. I talked to Clinton and we made the trip down to the bank the next day. I was curious, I’ll admit, to see what Verity thought she owed me.” My heart is beating faster and faster by the second, and it’s not caused by lingering excitement, or the fading orgasm I just had.
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