Page 70 of Meant For Love
“Nash, are you insane?”
I shake my head. “Nope, never thought clearer in my life. She told you not to disturb me?” I remind her. “You’re my wife. For you, I’m to be interrupted every single time. I don’t give a fuck who I’m on the phone with. She went over a line, and she found out it was the wrong one.”
“Nash.” She puts her hand on my chest, palm flat against where my heart is beating. “I love you.”
“Fuck, I’ve never thought three words could make me so happy.” I kiss her neck, and I’m about to move my head lower when we both feel the bed dip, and I turn to the side to see the cat walking toward us. “You need to beat it,” I tell the cat at the same time Zoey picks the cat up.
“Mommy and Daddy are having playtime.” She gets off the bed with the cat. “After, I promise I’ll come and play with you.”
“Tomorrow,” I add, and Zoey looks back at me. “Okay, fine, later, like in an hour.” She puts her down and turns to walk back into the room and close the door, but the cat beats her to it, and she just laughs. “Mommy really needs to play with Daddy,” she explains to the cat, then looks over at me. “We should play in the shower.” She motions with her head toward her bathroom. “I don’t think cats like water.”
“I’m really rethinking getting you that fucking cat.” I get off the bed and walk toward the bathroom. “Did you see the scratches on my hands? Fucker does not like to be placed in the carrier.” I hold out my hands for her to see the little scratches.
“Did you hurt Daddy?” she asks the cat, who looks angelic, but I’m pretty sure isn’t. “Now Mommy has to kiss and make it all better.”
“I have something Mommy can kiss and make all better.” I grab the cat and toss it on the bed when she gasps out my name. “It’s a cat. It lands on its paws.” I look back over to see the cat on its side, lying down. “See, she’s fine.” I grab her hand, bringing it to my cock. “But he’s not, and he needs your attention.”
She squeezes me through my pants, and I think I’m going to literally come the minute she puts her hands or mouth on me. “Let’s go and see what I can do about this.” She walks backward to the bathroom, going straight to the shower and letting me go just to start the water. “You need to show me what’s got you all hot and bothered.” She reaches around her back, unsnapping her bra and letting her tits spring free. My mouth waters. “You know the good thing about us being here?” She looks at me. “Besides all the makeup sex?”
“And you sucking my cock because it missed you.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, obviously, I need to make sure he knows I missed him too.” She unbuckles my belt. “We can play with all my toys.”
If I wasn’t as hard as steel before, my cock gets even harder. “Do not joke like that,” I scold her, grabbing her ass cheeks in my palms and squeezing them, pulling her to me. “My cock just got ten times harder.”
She gets on her tippy-toes. “Just imagine how hard you can get when you watch me play with myself.” She kisses my neck. “I love you, Nash.” I look down when her voice goes soft. “And I don’t want to not say it anymore.”
“Baby, there will never be a time in your life when you will doubt how I feel for you. There will never be a time when you will go a day without me telling you how I feel for you. I love you,” I say before I kiss her lips.
Thirty-One
Zoey
His hand roams down my back toward my ass, his fingertips trailing along the way. I’m on my stomach turned away from him, one leg cocked out, giving him direct access to me. The coldness hits me right away when he throws the covers off me. My eyes flutter open for a second and then close back again. “Morning, baby,” Nash says softly into my neck, giving me little kisses while his finger runs through my slit to my clit and then back again.
“Morning.” I turn on my side, my hand wrapping around his neck, sliding my tongue into his mouth. His hand moves from my pussy up my side to cup my tit, and I can’t help but moan when he rolls my nipple between his fingers. “Nash.” I fall onto my back, which is half on him, throwing my leg over his. “I missed you,” I admit even though we went at each other like wild rabbits last night. I think we have slept a total of two hours.
He wastes no time moving his hand down, sliding two fingers through my slit and right into me. “Fuck, I just had you, and my cock is hard for you again.”
“You sound like that’s a bad thing,” I tease, moving my hips to the speed of his fingers. “I thought I would be sore this morning after all night. But all I want is more.” He takes his fingers out of me, moving them to my clit as he rubs it in circles. “I want your cock.” My hand moves the covers off him as I search for the hard cock I felt under me.
I grip it in my hand and move up and down with it. “Looks like you found it,” he groans, sliding his fingers down and into me, but I move, the need to have him in my mouth bigger than the need for him to make me come. I get on my hands and knees and swallow his cock as far as I can take him in my mouth. “Baby.” He puts his feet on the bed and grips my head with his hand. “That’s my girl.” I look up at him, something I’ve noticed he loves. “Eating my cock like I want it.” His hips move up to fuck my mouth, my hand gripping the base of his cock as I lick around his head and stroke it. I suck him back into my mouth, my pussy getting wet from seeing how his eyes go hungry for me. “Going to coat your throat with my cum,” he growls, and I can’t help but moan into his cock, wanting him to give me everything he has.
One second, his cock is in my mouth, and the next, he’s on his knees in front of me. I don’t even have time to ask him anything because his hands are on my hips, twisting me to my knees before he shoves my head into the bed and then slams into me. “Nash,” I moan his name, gripping the covers, holding on as his balls hit my clit. His hands grip my hips as he drives into me over and over again. He hits my sweet spot every single time he slams into me.
“So wet for me,” he praises between clenched teeth and my head almost falls to the bed, but it stops once he takes one of his hands off my hips and grips my hair with it, pulling back and making my back arch. That’s all I need before I’m crying out his name over and over again. My pussy convulses on his cock. “That’s my fucking girl.”
“More,” I egg him on, “give me more.” Did he ever give me more. He releases my hair to grab my hips again. He slams into me a couple more times before I’m coming again, but then so is he. His thrusts don’t give up. He fucks me just as hard until there is nothing left inside him. His body falls on top of mine, his cock still buried inside me as he kisses my shoulder. “Now that is how everyone should wake up in the morning,” I say after my breathing returns to a normal pace.
“I’m going to go downstairs and start coffee,” Nash says, slipping out of me. “You want to have coffee in bed or downstairs?”
I watch him stand by the side of my bed, his cock at half-mast. “If you come back to bed, we’ll end up fucking again.”
“It’s called makeup sex for a reason.” He walks to the bathroom.
“It’s makeup sex, not whole-night sex.” I get out of bed and follow him to the bathroom.
“We’ve never actually been in this big of a fight before. Like we’ve had makeup sex before, but this was makeup, makeup sex.” He turns on the water before going over to grab a facecloth. “How was I supposed to know it was one time and not one night?” He kisses my shoulder before cleaning himself and sliding into a pair of boxers and going downstairs.