in hot easy glides, moving my body the way he wanted, positioning us to achieve mutual satisfaction. On and on he thrust inside of me, hammering into me; nothing was heard but our heavy breathing and the wet sound of bodies slapping, harsh groans and sighs of pleasure.
When he ran one hand down my trembling thighs and captured my clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching the turgid tip, I blew out a harsh strangled breath. My head tossed back and forth on the desk. I slid myself closer to him and gasped when he rotated his hips, corkscrewing his dick inside of me, and jammed into my body.
I began to move, I had to, with all that hard, pounding, overwhelming dick rutting inside of me; if I didn’t, I would have lost my mind.
“No…don’t move yet…you feel so good on my dick. If you move, this will be over with, before we both want it to be,” he laughed huskily.
“Please, Mack, I need to move, I can’t take it—”
“You can,” he said and covered my mouth with his, shoving his tongue deep into the recesses of my mouth, effectively shutting me up.
His strokes were slow, deliberate and forced me to take all of him, not sacrificing one scorching inch as he fucked me.
“You feel so good wrapped around me like this, so wet and good,” he murmured, releasing my mouth. “Do you like the way I feel, Sheena? Did you miss this from me, baby?”
“Yesss!” I panted. “Yes, Mack, yes I missed this.” I cried out harshly when he reached a hand between us and spread the lips of my vagina wide, around his straining dick, and spread my own lubricant up and over my clit.
The hot strokes of his rod, the sweet massage of his hand, sent me over the edge in minutes, and I cried out as he continued to plunge into my body, loving me in a way I hadn’t been loved in years.
My orgasm triggered his and within minutes he was joining me in the release. He shouted hoarsely, reared his big body away from mine, and pulled out at the last minute.
I felt the hot stream of his seed jet free and land in a scorching river on my belly, before he collapsed on top of me.
“Come back to me,” he repeated in a hoarse whisper against the side of my neck. “I should have never let you go.”
Part III
My orgasm left me so spent, so filled I was barely able to lift my head from the desk, but his words sent a rush of adrenalin coursing through me.
“God, Mack, I can’t go through this again…not again,” I whispered, my voice strangled even to my own ears. I swallowed deep and felt him take a deep breath in response.
I pushed against Mack’s chest, silently asking him to move. The instant the cool air from the overhead vent hit my bared body, I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered.
“Come here, you’re cold,” he murmured. He gathered my resistant body into the shelter of his arms and lifted me, carrying me to my leather chair and sat down. I lay my head back down on his chest, listening to the reassuring, steady thump of his heartbeat against my ear.
“Sheena, baby…you’re not going to have to go through anything else with me. I’m a changed man—I’m not the same guy you married ten years ago. We were so young, damn baby, we were kids! I didn’t know anything about being a man, much less a husband…or father,” he said, forcing my body closer into the warm hard muscles of his chest.
The admission tore into me. I wished we could have avoided all mention of the baby, and for him to bring it up now, after the extreme eroticism of our lovemaking had left me shaken, my body not yet recovered from what he’d done to me…my emotions were all over the place.
I felt like raw meat, exposed and completely undone.
“Don’t—please don’t go there. I can’t—” I wrenched myself away from the warmth of his embrace, knowing that if I stayed there much longer, I wouldn’t be able to do what I needed to do. And what I needed to do was end this now, before it went any further.
“Fuck, yes! Yes, we are going there. Not going there is part of the reason we couldn’t make it in the first damn place, Sheena. Not going there is the reason you left me, didn’t help me…”
I spun around so hard, my head almost separated from my shoulders. “Shit, I didn’t help you, Mack? Are you serious? God! Please don’t tell me you’re serious!” With angry precise movements, I picked up my blouse and shoved my arms through the sleeves, tears blinding my eyes.
He leapt up from where he was sitting and grabbed me, pulling my face close to his, forcing my head to snap up and look him in the eyes. “Yes, I know, I was scum, I wasn’t there for you. You’ve told me that a million times, and if you weren’t telling me, it was either your mama or your grandmother letting me know what a complete failure I was. That you would be better off without me.”
“Wha…what are you talking about? What do my mother and grandmother have to do with this? Mack? Mack!” He turned and walked away, leaving my arms to dangle at my sides.
He glanced back over at me.
“Yeah, sex has always been a good thing between us, Sheena. But it wasn’t the only good thing. No matter what your family thought, I have always loved you. I probably always will.” My heart wept at his words.
There was a wealth of silence before I spoke, and my heart ached at emotion crossing his suddenly gaunt-looking face.
“Mack…I didn’t know. What happened?”
He turned away from me and walked toward the window, staring out at the sound booth.
“After we lost the baby—” His voice cracked. He stopped and cleared his throat before he continued. “After we lost the baby, I was lost, Sheena…just like you. But I knew I had to be strong for you, for us. You completely withdrew from me, you couldn’t even look at me,” he said, and he was right.
I remembered how hard it was for me to look at him, seeing his bright blue eyes, wondering if the baby would have inherited them or my brown eyes, if he or she would have had his stubborn chin, his loving nature…
“You couldn’t stand to even look at me,” he repeated, turning to face me and I knew he saw the truth of what he said reflected in my face.
“I couldn’t. I was in such a dark place that I—”
“I know.”
He slowly walked toward me and I reached for him. We clutched one another, no words needed.
“You know your family never did like me, always thought I was bad news for you, didn’t like us together. Your grandmother never wanted you with that ‘poor white boy.’” He laughed with no real humor.
“Grandma is old school, Mack. Her generation saw things differently. Besides, she never thought anyone was good enough for me. It wouldn’t have mattered if you’d been the darkest brother on the planet, nobody would have been good enough,” I said and Mack snorted.
I felt his hand caress the top of my hair, smoothing over my short curls.
“A month after you
