Page 84 of In Every Lifetime
Temporarily mad.
I pulled away just before she crashed, needing to feel her around me. I sat up on my knees as Sarah looked at me in shock, her chest heaving with exertion.
“What the hell, Fai? That was not fair,” she complained as I unzipped my jeans and pulled them with my underwear down my hips. I didn’t take the time to pull them off all the way. I didn’t care enough and wasn’t willing to prolong the wait.
She opened her mouth to continue her complaining, but I didn’t give her a chance. I pumped my dick once, took her legs in my arms and pulled her across the bed to me.
She squealed in surprise. I reached behind her, pulling a pillow from the head of the bed and forced in under her hips. She lay bared in front of me, her chest heaving, her underwear still pushed to the side, her wet pussy beckoning me.
“This is going to be fast and hard,” I spoke, my voice husky with lust, I nearly didn’t recognize myself.
She didn’t argue, she instead sat up on her elbows and stared at me, “I wanna watch.”
I smirked, “That’s my girl.”
I took her legs, hooking them in my arms as she reached between us and lined me up. The moment I made contact I plunged, both of us moaning at the intrusion. She enveloped me, body and soul.
Sarah did watch, propped on her elbows staring down at where I drove into her with an audible slap each time my body connected to hers. I felt her clamp around me, her impending orgasm evident after only a few moments.
I pistoled into her, not needing to take my time. She wanted me back. No matter how shattered, scarred, or discarded I felt, Sarah still chose me. She still loved me. I knew I didn’t deserve her—maybe I never would—but I planned to spend every second of the rest of my life trying to prove otherwise.
I lost myself in the feel of her body around mine, the sound of her moans a song to my ears. Her chocolate skin shone with sweat, sparkling like glitter and leaving me in a state of absolute wonder.
I felt the moment she teetered over the edge and fell off in a crash around her. She yelled out my name as she clamped around me, forcing me deeper. I came with a growl from theforce collapsing onto her, feeling her heaving chest below my own.
We were a mess of limbs as our racing pulses finally slowed, our hearts echoing one another in the quiet. There was still so much to figure out—so many jagged edges to smooth over. Our path was never easy, but I’d endure any amount of pain to keep her right here. To wake up to her every morning and fall asleep with her every night.
The sun was dipping below the horizon, signaling not just the end of the day, but the end of the long season where my heart and soul had suffered without Sarah.
I pushed up to my side, tucked one of her now loose braids behind her and kissed Sarah's nose softly and she giggled.
“We’re really going to give this a real go? Another try?” I asked, trying to keep my hope from bleeding into my words.
Sarah nodded, pressing her hand on my chest where my heart was. The very heart that belonged to her. “We are. It’s going to be a lot of work, and a lot of forgiving each other, but we’re gonna try.”
“I can’t believe I’m dating my ex-wife,” I mumbled, a goofy smile plastered on my face.
She laughed, “God, what a cliché. So does that mean I’m still your ex-wife, or am I your girlfriend?”
I paused for a moment, “Both, I guess?”
She laughed again, “I love you, you strange strange man.”
“I love you more, honey.”
