I said that.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“I’ve wanted nothing more than to be able to hold you, whenever I wanted, wherever I wanted, for the longest of times. Way before even going to prison. The last ten years or so of my life, I’ve wanted nothing more than to just have you, in my arms, where you were supposed to be. And now I get to have that,” I rumbled.

She threw herself into my arms so hard that I fell backward onto the bed, laughing.

“I’ve missed you so much, Trouper,” she whispered. “Every single day, not a moment has passed that I didn’t think about you. Didn’t want to tell you something. Share something with you or show you how much I’ve missed you.”

The way she said that had my heart skipping a beat.

“What would you have shown me?” I asked.

She laughed and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, dragging her lips away to the shell of my ear.

“How about I show you now?” she asked.

My hands clenched on her shapely hips.

“I’d like that.”

She sat up onto my lap, her panty-covered pussy pressing against my erection.

“We have to use condoms again,” she scowled. “I didn’t know you were getting out, and I’m not on anything.”

I allowed my eyes to slowly slide down the length of her body, pausing slightly when my gaze met her breasts, then continued to look down.

Her belly wasn’t as flat as it used to be. There were new stretch marks that hadn’t been there the last time that we’d been together, and I found it sexy as hell.

“It’s not as attractive as it used to be,” she said, seeing where my eyes had gone.

I pressed my palm against the still slightly rounded swell of her belly.

“You know,” I said, “it was the hottest thing ever to know that I’d put a baby inside of you. To see you big with my child.” I dragged one finger down a rather large stretch mark. “This, though? It’s just as hot. Because I know how it got there. Why it’s there. How I had a hand in putting it there.”

Because she was mine. Forever and always would she be tied to me.

“You’re sweet, Trouper.” She snorted. “But I’m not as convinced about the sexiness of this.”

She pinched a small piece of skin that was a little looser than it was before.

I lifted my hips and rolled her over to her back.

When she laughed at the sudden change in position, I moved until my cock was pressed against her mound.

It was hard and throbbing, and all because of her and her sexy body.

“Extra skin or not, you’re still the sexiest thing that I’ve ever laid eyes on.” I growled as I bent down and captured a kiss.

She moaned into my mouth, and I couldn’t stop the way my hips started to slowly move side to side, grinding my erection into her.

Her nails dug into my back, and that only spurred me on.

“This was the one thing that I missed,” I said. “I got to talk to you. I got to see you. I didn’t get to touch you. To hold you. To feel you.”

She smoothed her hands up my sides, her fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulder as she lifted her hips to further press against me.

“I’ve wanted nothing more than to just go to bed with you by my side and wake up with you and have your arms wrapped around me,” she whispered. “To know that you’re right there.”

I dropped my head down and swirled my tongue around the tip of one areola.

She hissed in a breath.

“Sensitive still?” I asked curiously.

She squirmed. “Careful with them. They go off like bottle rockets when you least expect them to.”

I grinned and continued to lick.

I stayed away from sucking.

I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

But I’d be exploring later.

When she was more convinced that I loved her new body.

When both nipples were lavished with attention, she was squirming underneath me.

“Take off your panties,” I urged as I stood up and divested myself of the rest of my clothes.

When we were both naked, I walked around the side of the bed, my dick leading the way.

“You have condoms?” I asked, pulling open the drawer in the end table.

She cleared her throat, her face going pink.

I knew why moments later when I saw what was right on top.

Sure, there were condoms, and I reached for one of them and tossed it onto the bed.

But my gaze was locked on the mold of my three fingers that was right on top of a bottle of lube.

I grinned at her wickedly.

“You won’t be needing this anymore.” I picked it up and wiggled it at her. “I’m here now.”

She smiled at me, a wicked grin taking over her face.

“You never know,” she said. “Your cock may be busy elsewhere and I’ll need that to fill the void in my pussy.”

The way she spoke made fissures of lightning streak down my spine.

“Will it now?” I asked, leaving it on the nightstand to explore things with later.

For now, I just needed my cock inside of her.

I needed to feel her tight heat surrounding my cock.

Crawling onto the bed, I moved between her splayed thighs and growled when my hard dick came into contact with her wet heat.

She licked her lips, eyes going hot, and spread her legs even wider, her hands going to the backs of her knees as she pulled them back so that her pussy was on display.

I studied it, really wanting a taste, but knowing that this first time I just needed to fuck her.

I needed to fill her with my cock and fuck the hell out of her until we both came.

Then, once I’d taken the edge off, I would explore more.

But first…

I leaned forward on one hand and fisted my cock with the other.

Then, with my eyes flicking back and forth between what I was doing between her legs, and her eyes, I dragged the tip through her juices.

I swirled

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