Chapter 30

30

Mack

Davey doesn't say anything about the pudding tasting like shit, and he's speechless that his Falcon is rebuilt. We cave and give the kids a present each early, then curl up on the couch together with his spiked eggnog while a Christmas movie plays.

My heart is so fucking full while I hold him, and then once the kids are in bed, I take his hand and lead him into our room.

"You're incredible," he rasps, pulling back until I hit his chest. He wraps his arms around me, nose sliding down the side of my neck.

"Was that okay? Sorry I had you drive all over town, but I needed you out of the house, and I didn't like the idea of you being on your own for hours at Christmas."

"It was perfect. I'd worry about you being an evil mastermind if you weren't so damn precious. "

"Precious." My laugh rumbles softly through my chest. "You've always seen too much good in me."

"Or exactly the right amount. Here …" Davey holds his phone up in front of us.

"What are you doing?"

"I want a photo with you. To remind me of tonight."

"Oh. Ahh …"

He kisses my neck this time, and a pleasant shiver runs through me.

"Photo, yes. Okay."

Davey cuddles me tight from behind as he lifts his phone and takes a couple of shots. Then, like it's been planned, I turn my head to kiss his cheek, and he goes to do the same. Our lips meet, and I have no idea if he gets a shot of that or not because as soon as we connect, the photos completely leave my mind.

There's nothing I don't love about kissing Davey. His soft lips, his strong tongue, the taste of eggnog and rum between us. But the thing I love most is how familiar he is. I don't need excitement—though I'm thrumming with that too—I just need the way my chest is full when I'm with him.

Having sex wasn't part of my plan for the day, but I feel so close to him it just seems right.

Unlike the frenzy of last time, I'm not in a hurry to get him naked. I let myself enjoy it for what it is, my hands exploring every strip of exposed skin they find, and Davey does the same.

Kissing, touching, loving. I moan at the sound of his pants hitting the floor before he breaks away from me and pushes his underwear down too. He's got dark chest hair and thick thighs, a once-six-pack that's softly padded but makes a reappearance when he clenches. Like when I run my fingers down his soft V and his whole body draws tight. His cock pulses at the movement.

I'm breathing heavily already when he unbuttons my pants. Davey sinks to his knees, my pants following in a torturously slow path after him.

When my dick springs back and hits my stomach, it's an effort not to beg him to suck it. Not to tilt my hips closer to him.

His beautiful eyes study it for a moment before drifting closed as he leans forward and sucks it into his mouth.

The heat he surrounds me with has lust pooling in my balls, and even though he takes his time, stroking me reverently with his tongue and kissing my tip before ducking down to suck on my balls, my toes curl over into the carpet. I could easily blow from this. From all that buildup and need over the years being fulfilled, piece by piece, every time we're together.

His wet finger slips into my crease, and I relax against the feel of him stroking it over my hole.

"Gonna make love to you tonight," he murmurs. "Going to fill up this sexy hole."

My thighs twitch. "Fuck yes."

He presses his finger in, following that same path he has countless times before, and it kills me all the years we spent not doing this. All the times we had to enjoy each other and chose not to. Things had turned stale, but without us knowing that, without us both wanting to move on, nothing ever would have changed.

Now I know better.

Davey goes back to worshiping my cock while he stretches me open, his own hanging heavy between his legs. I want to touch it, want to taste him, but he's taken the control tonight, and I'm more than happy to take his lead. So instead of giving in to the urge to stroke him, I card my fingers through his hair instead.

"God, I love your curls."

His eyes spark with amusement as he looks up at me, lips stretched wide around my girth. The eyes, the curls, the freckles, all as beautiful as the first day I saw him like this. The lines across his forehead and beside his eyes might be deeper, but that only makes me love this sight more.

To know there are so many years between that first time and now, yet my heart aches for him like it's never done before.

Davey slowly pulls off my dick. "I want you on your back."

His fingers leave my ass, signaling that it's almost time for more, and a thrill passes over me as I flop back onto the bed. Davey grabs the lube, not bothering to ask about a condom this time. He trusts that I've kept my word like I've trusted him to keep his.

He crawls up between my legs on his knees, then pushes my thighs apart and back.

"Missed this hole," he says, opening the lube and squeezing it over his cock. He stares between my legs as he strokes himself, and my cock throbs at the sight.

I grab my knees and spread my legs further, rewarded by the long groan Davey makes right before he bites his knuckles.

I watch as he grips himself and leans forward, the smooth tip of his cock pressing flush with my hole. My body immediately goes pliant, needing to feel him inside me, and Davey doesn't falter. Like he feels the same weight I do, he presses in. He doesn't stop, even though the stretch is a lot, but he's slow enough that it doesn't turn painful .

Rightness surrounds me as his pubes brush my ass, and he buries himself as deep as he can go.

"The way you take my cock is indescribable," he says, leaning forward onto one forearm while his hand finds the pulse in my throat. "Love to feel the way your heart's racing."

"Because you make me forget to breathe."

He rocks slowly inside me, a gentle tilt of his hips as his eyes meet mine. The emotion I see staring down at me is something that was missing in our relationship toward the end, and the relief at having it back is overwhelming.

My hands dive into his hair again, and I tug him down to kiss me. It's so intimate, so raw, I get lost in the kiss, dick still hard as a rock but ignored as it rests against my hip. Davey's lazy thrusts don't pick up either; we're not fucking to get off. Just to connect. And I've never felt as connected to him before as I do at this moment.

We switch positions before long so that I'm on top, looking down on him as I work myself up and down on his cock. Then, he takes me from behind, sucking a bruise into my neck and whispering, over and over, how much he loves me.

There's nothing between us. No condom, no secrets, no distrust or resentment, and I let myself enjoy what we've been missing for so long.

"Turn over," he rumbles, pulling out, and I hurry to do as he says.

I'm heady off the smell of his sweat, and when he pushes back inside, his arms on either side straining under his weight, his scent surrounds me. I breathe deep, and the ache in my cock turns desperate.

"I need to come," I beg.

He nods. "Whatever you want, baby."

Davey's next thrust is harder, more determined, sending me further up the bed. His pace picks up as this quiet love burns away and the need for relief takes over.

My heart feels too big, my dick too hard, and I jerk myself through the high he's giving me. No random hookup could ever have come close to the way I feel when I'm with him.

His thrusts get harder, faster, pounding out a frenzied rhythm against my ass, and the slap slap slap , along with his hoarse breathing, is taking over my senses.

"Come on," he gasps out.

I strangle my cock, beating off as hard and fast as I can. My head falls back deep into the pillow as the pressure gets too much. A wave of heat rolls over me, and my balls pulse, letting out the first bit of relief onto my skin.

Davey grunts as I coax myself through my orgasm, jaw clamped tight, sweat building at his hairline as he tries to get himself there. My ass is sensitive, my dick limp, but I love the feel of him owning me anyway.

"Don't want … to end …" he grunts.

So I reach down, slip my hand between us, and run my fingertips over his tight balls. "Love being fucked by you," I tell him. "Love having you inside me. You're the only one, Davey. Your hole. Always. Fill me with your cum."

" Nrg , fuck." He grunts, then slams home, hips pressed tight against me as he empties his load into my ass.

I sigh at how amazingly claimed I feel, and when Davey's done, he drops down on top of me.

"I never wanted that to end," he says.

"I got that impression, yeah."

He huffs a laugh as his cock slips out, and then he rolls me onto my front. "On your knees. I want to see it run out."

Where this would have made me self-conscious at one point, there's none of that now. I cross my arms over my pillow and prop up onto my knees, and then I push his cum back out again. The feel of it running down my thighs gives me shivers, especially when he runs his fingers through it.

"I love you so much," he whispers.

"You better be talking to me and not my ass."

Davey laughs and leaves to get a washcloth. "Tell me we can do that again tomorrow," he says, running the hot washcloth up my thighs.

"Anytime you want."

It's not until he's cleaned me up and we've changed the sheets and gotten dressed that I let reality rush back in.

Anytime he wants . For a week. Just a week.

And then he has to leave again.

I pretend I'm asleep so neither of us has to talk about it.