Chapter 31

Tommy

In the past,I’d always been the one to take charge during our lovemaking. That wasn’t to say she didn’t initiate or that she didn’t occasionally guide things, but normally it was all about what I wanted. I always made sure she got off first, and usually more than once, but there had been a dominance involved that I was no longer comfortable with. Despite what she said about how much she loved everything we did, I still wanted to try something different this time around.

It wasn’t about positions or kink, but more about the overall dynamic of our relationship. She wasn’t completely comfortable opening up to me, and with how new we were, I wanted to show her she could trust me, but also be herself with me. It wasn’t black and white, but the picture I was beginning to see was that she’d spent most of our marriage worried about losing me. Worried about doing things—or not doing them—to make sure I was happy.

And that wasn’t going to cut it this time around.

I was calling the shots for the moment, but I planned to turn the reins over to her sooner rather than later.

She’d already slipped off her shoes and was sliding down her jeans.

“Slower,” I called out, watching her carefully from where I was perched on the edge of the bed. My stupid knee was pissing me off, but maybe it was a blessing in disguise, forcing me to slow down and let her do more of the work.

She met my gaze curiously but did as I asked. She took her time letting them fall to her ankles and then carefully pulling out one foot and then the other. Standing there in simple white panties and her top, she was a vision. I could still picture her in a bikini, head thrown back, laughing at something I said as we frolicked on a beach in the South of France.

It was entirely possible I enjoyed seeing her half-dressed even more than seeing her totally naked.

I was probably biased, but I didn’t give a shit.

She was mine.

Dressed, not dressed, half-dressed.

It didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that we were here, together, doing something I couldn’t wait to do again.

When she wiggled out of her T-shirt, my eyes were glued to her chest.

I was actually more of a leg guy than a boobs guy, but hers were pretty spectacular. Even in the simple white bra that seemed devoid of lace or anything extra, she was simply stunning. Once upon a time, she’d had dreams of being a supermodel, and the woman standing in front of me could have been one.

Except she’d given that up for me.

She could say she didn’t, or that it happened organically, but I hadn’t given her the choice. We simply followed the trajectory of the path Onyx Knight was forging because there was so much money and excitement involved.

I would have done anything to go back in time.

But she’d just unsnapped her bra and let it fall away while simultaneously using her arms to cover her breasts, an impish smile on her face.

“This what you wanted?” she asked softly. “For me to tease you?”

“Yes.”

She turned her back to me and then peered over her shoulder at me, bending slightly so that she jutted out her ass a little and wiggled it.

I’d missed that touch of playfulness.

Somewhere along the way, we’d lost so much of that.

“Have I told you lately how pretty you are?” I asked, my voice a little hoarser than I’d anticipated.

“No. But go ahead.” She turned slowly and let her arms drop.

She was fucking stunning.

“I want you to be in our new video,” I said abruptly, unsure where that thought had come from. Or how I was going to explain it to the other guys in the band since we already had a plan in place for the three videos we were doing.

“What?” She paused, cocking her head.

“Kind of like going back to the beginning. And showing the whole world how beautiful my girl is.”

“I don’t need to be in a video,” she said.

“But do you want to?” I asked. “I’ll make it happen if you want it.”

“I…” She pulled her lower lip through her teeth. “I’m standing here half-naked and you’re talking about getting me a modeling job?”

I chuckled. “Sorry. But…do you want to?”

Her eyes shone with excitement. “You know the answer to that.”

“Finish stripping.”

She stepped out of her panties without a lot of fanfare, and I took a moment to drink it in.

I’d never dreamed we’d be together again, much less like this.

She took a step toward me but I held up a hand.

“Wait,” I said gruffly. “Let me enjoy this. I just need to look at you for a minute.”

“Am I too skinny?” she whispered, suddenly looking away.

“No. I love you no matter how you are: I loved your curves and I love this version of you too.”

“I’m thinner than before I got pregnant.”

“On purpose?”

“Food stopped tasting good after Carter died.”

“Does it taste better now?”

“It’s starting to.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor.

“I love your body, Harley. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Her eyes were trained on my torso.

“See something you like?”

“I like everything I see.”

I had to take the time to take the brace off my knee, but Harley stood there watching with a faint smile on her face.

Once I was naked too, I crooked a finger at her. “Come here, baby.”

She danced across the room like some kind of gazelle, her feet barely touching the floor as she reached me in three long steps.

“You said you trust me, right?” I asked.

She nodded. “Always.”

“Climb on my lap. Facing me.”

She did as I asked, her skin warm against mine.

I skimmed my hands down her sides, taking in the swell of her breasts and how hard her nipples were.

I loved the fact that she was already turned on; now I just had to show her that it didn’t take kink for me to get her off. Kink was great in small doses, but we’d taken things to an unsustainable level in the hopes of compensating for something. A baby? Some other intangible thing that was missing in our marriage? I didn’t know. I just wanted us to connect in the most basic way possible. There was plenty of time for the other stuff once we’d found our new normal.

“What now?” she asked playfully, as if waiting for instructions.

“Whatever you want.” I dipped my head and nibbled on one of her nipples.

Fuck, it was going to take a lot of self-control to keep from throwing her on the bed and fucking her like I wanted to.

Not this time, I reminded myself.

I had something to prove.

Both to her and to myself.

“I want you inside me,” she breathed against my mouth, kissing me lightly.

“Mmkay. Make that happen.” I pressed one hand flat against her lower back, holding her tight while I used the other to push her hair off her shoulder so I could kiss the silky skin there.

She lifted to her knees, resting them on either side of my hips, and reached down to line my cock up at her entrance.

Then she sank down, letting me fill her inch by delicious inch, until we both moaned.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” I breathed.

“You too.” She closed her eyes, and her lips parted expectantly.

I could resist a lot, but not kissing her was impossible. I captured her lips in mine and slid my tongue against hers. She met me stroke for stroke, winding her arms around my neck as she sank down the rest of the way. I was fully seated, her warm, wet pussy fluttering around me every time I moved.

“Tommy.” Her breath was hot against my mouth and while I knew what she wanted I couldn’t give it to her. Tonight, she would have to trust me. Well, I wanted her to always trust me, but specifically this first time we were intimate again.

“Slow and easy,” I whispered, thrusting up enough to make her clench in response. “Trust me, baby. I’m going to make it good for you.”

She sighed a little, but then her mouth opened under mine and our tongues were in a battle for dominance that would never have a winner. Kissing her was one of my favorite things. I loved sex, and being inside a woman was absolute heaven, but kissing Harley was paradise. The softness of her lips, the warmth of her tongue, the way she tasted—like cinnamon and coffee tonight—was the best kind of assault on my senses.

My cock was pulsing with need—it had been a month since I’d had sex and that was a long time for me—but I managed to tamp it down. She always orgasmed first, and tonight it was particularly important. I wasn’t doing much of the work right now, letting the tension build along with her need. Harley liked friction when I was inside her, whether I was flicking her clit or fingering her ass, and I’d give her a little of that when she was closer to getting off. For now, I let her squirm and wiggle in my lap, finding the rhythm that would get her where she needed to go.

“Tommy, please!” she gasped against my mouth. “I need more.”

“You have all of me, baby. Rock yourself home.”

“I can’t…” she whimpered.

“Sure you can.” I thrust up deep and nipped at her lower lip. “Just like that. Fuck me, baby.”

She groaned, but her hips started to move and she ground herself against me.

“That’s it.” I reached up to lightly pinch one of her nipples and felt a familiar clenching.

She was right there.

A few more thrusts and she would crash over the edge.