Sorry for the wait, guys. I had slight guideline issues on the other website. Thanks for waiting patiently.
EPOV
You look amazing.
Of course you don't have to try.
It's the way you carry yourself.
Poised.
Confident.
An innate sensuality that you possess.
I don't remember dinner.
Don't even remember how we got back.
I groan when you shift against me.
Straddling my lap.
Your hips rolling.
Giving me that friction.
My body responds to yours.
Buttons scatter across the room as you rip my dress shirt open.
Hot mouth claiming my skin.
Little velvet tongue scrambling my senses.
My fingers slide under your black dress.
Your naughtiness makes my hips buck and brings a deep rumble from my chest.
You've forgone panties.
Moan as my fingers delve into your wet heat.
Fumble to get the top of your dress down.
I watch captivated as your beautiful body is revealed to me.
While I worship and lick your breasts, you quickly pull me from my pants.
One hand around my leaking shaft.
Another tangled in my hair.
I hiss as you tug my head back.
Forcing me to stop sucking on your aroused flesh.
Forcing me to look into your dark chocolate eyes.
"You're coming back to me."
I don't know how you know.
I should have told you.
There's uncertainty in your eyes.
Tonight I will wipe it away.
"Yes."
You sink down onto me.
Allow me to fill you.
Your moves are slow.
Purposeful.
Your body undulating against mine.
Hands in my hair.
Chest to chest.
I feel your strong heart beat.
Can you feel mine beat for you?
"You belong to me."
There is a fire in your eyes.
There's no way to deny you.
Us.
I whimper when I feel the sharp sting of my hair being pulled.
Your pace increases.
My hands tighten on your hips.
Pulling you closer.
Needing you closer.
You force my head back.
Latch onto my neck.
"Yesssss."
Mark me.
Claim me.
It's true.
I'm yours.
Your body trembles.
You fall apart taking me with you.
But you don't climb off.
You cling tighter to me.
Breathe in my ear.
"Mine," you whimper.
I pull back so you can see me.
See my sincerity.
My devotion.
"Always, Bella. Always."
Four days later, and I can't stop my leg from bouncing.
Anxious.
Eager.
Excited to be in your arms again.
I hate Alaska.
Despise my wife.
And loathe being away from you.
Did you miss me?
I sigh in relief as the jet descends.
I don't remember the drive home.
Don't remember anybody—family or staff—that greet me.
I find you curled up in our bed.
Clutching the pillow I usually sleep on.
You whisper my name when I slide next to you.
Your little body molding to mine.
Tiny fingers digging into my shirt.
For the first time in days, I relax.
I'm at peace.
Right where I want to be.
"I missed you."
I smile at your words.
"I missed you too, love."
Did that make up for the wait?