I moved my hands to the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his head.  Dropping it to the ground, I ran my gaze over his chest.  My stomach was full of butterflies and my heart rate was picking up; J turned me on more than any other man I’d ever been with.  He’d packed more muscle on while he was away even though I would have sworn it wasn’t possible to fit anymore on him.

He cut into my thoughts, “Baby, the way you’re looking at me is making me so fucking hard.  I like your eyes on me but I’d fucking kill to have your mouth on me.”

I looked him in the eyes for a long moment before moving my mouth to his chest.  My teeth gently grazed his nipple before I licked and sucked him.  I then repeated this on his other nipple, teasing him because I knew that this wouldn't have been what he meant when he said he wanted my mouth on him.  Once I was finished, I eyed him and murmured, “Is that where you wanted my mouth??”

He smirked before grabbing my chin in his hand.  Rubbing his thumb over my lips, he muttered, “This mouth was made for my cock, sweetheart, and you damn well know it.”

Smiling, I said, “I know, but it’s so much fun to play with you first.”

He raised an eyebrow.  “So, we’re finished playing now?”

As he continued to rub his thumb back and forth over my lips, I moved my hands down to his jeans and popped the button.  I unzipped them, and let his cock free, catching it in my hand.  “Yeah baby, we’re finished playing now.”

His reaction was fast.  He roughly pulled me to him, one hand sliding around to grip my ass, and the other hand gripping the back of my neck to steady me.  “Good, because I’ve changed my mind.  I don’t want your mouth on me anymore, I need to sink my dick as far in you as I can; need that sweet pussy of yours around me.”

J’s dirty words never failed to get me wet; I was so ready for him.  “Baby, I’ve missed your dirty mouth the last few months,” I whispered in his ear as he nuzzled my neck and kissed me.

“You’ve no fucking idea, sweetheart,” he growled, “After you have my cock, I’m going to treat you to my mouth.  And I promise you, no fucker will ever separate us again.”

He scooped me up and carried me to the bed.  His face had that intense look that I loved.  It meant business; it meant that he was about to fuck me hard, just the way I liked it.  He laid me down on the bed and I watched as he removed his jeans; there was nothing under them so he was now naked for me and what a glorious sight that was.  I drank him in.  J was only improving with age as far as I was concerned, and for a man that was pretty damn perfect to start with, that meant he was off the charts magnificent now.  My gaze was drawn to a new tattoo on his chest; one I hadn’t noticed since he’d been back.  I sat up and traced it with my fingers.  It was a circle but the line of the circle was broken up by numbers at two different sections, and the circle also wasn’t complete.  There was a swirly letter M in the centre of the circle.

“What does this tat mean?” I asked him, breaking into our heated moment.

He looked down at his chest and reached for my hand.  Then he looked back at me; love shining out of his eyes.  Letting go of my hand, he pointed at one of the numbers.  “This is the date we first got together, your birthday years ago.”  He then pointed at the other number.  “And this is the date we got back together this time.”

“Why isn’t the circle joined at the ends?” I asked.

“Because I need the date of our wedding.  That will go in that gap and then the circle will be complete,” he murmured without taking his eyes off mine.

Holy shit.  In that moment, I realised just how much my man loved me.  I reached my hand up and curled it around his neck, and pulled his lips to mine.  We joined in a kiss that reached right down into my soul.  My heart was completely his.  Our lives would forever be entwined because I was never letting him go again.

J moved onto the bed and gently pushed me onto my back while continuing our kiss.  His hands moved to my shirt and he pushed it up and over my head.  We broke apart momentarily but hungrily found each other’s lips again as soon as he had my shirt off.  I moaned when his fingers slid into my panties and found my clit.

When his finger entered me, he groaned and broke our kiss.  “Fuck, babe.  You’re ready to go, aren’t you?”  He was staring down at me through lust filled eyes; eyes that I could get lost in for days at a time.

I nodded.  Pushing my body towards him at the same time that he thrust his finger back inside me caused him to go deep, and it felt so fucking good that I jerked in pleasure.  Heat flashed across his face and he pulled out of me and ripped my panties off.

“Bra, babe.  Get it off,” he commanded forcefully.

Who was I to argue?  I did as he said and he moved over me so we were skin to skin.  His cock was hard against me; teasing me.  I’d gone without him for months and I felt like a horny teenager who couldn’t get enough.  I needed him now; all of him, in every way I could have him.

He held himself over me and directed his cock to my entrance.  I was wet and more than ready and he wasn’t in the mood to fuck around.  He thrust straight in, all the way, on a groan.

“Fuck, Madison.  Never again...never fucking again,” he grunted as he pulled back out and thrust hard again.