The "Come" Back

Chapter  13     The “Come” back

The living room was quiet and less appealing without the lady of the house gracing its space. Still contemplating his next move Safaree sat in the exact spot he’d been in since Nicki left. She was in the shower now, the sound of the cascading water trailed out of the bedroom. A mental image of that scene played in his mind followed by the obvious question “why aren’t you in there?” He was home now for good, and things would only stand still if he made it. Needing no more motivation SB was on his feet headed through the bedroom removing articles of clothing along the way. Shoes went first, socks, watch, shirt, jeans leaving on only his boxers. Steam blew into his face as he opened the door. Nicki didn’t react to the intrusion. His mission was thrown off by big words on the mirror written in pink lipstick that read “I missed daddy” In that moment he was at the shower doors unsure of when he’d removed his boxers. Stepping inside, the scorching water covered his body; each drop glistened against his contours under the shower heads muted blue light. It was the finest sight she’d ever seen and when he smiled, her body trembled and she couldn’t wait for him to put his hands all over her. He leaned in, kissed her softly on the cheek and whispered “you smell good enough to eat.” The steam was a thick cloud that radiated; encouraging. SB scooped Nicki into his arms and went for the bedroom, she leaned and spelled “mine” with her tongue against his neck as his muscles flexed around her burning skin. They dropped to the floor, not making it to the bed. The wood was cool against their skin and now soaking wet. Taking it slow he massaged her, his fingertips caressing her dripping body; Kissing a path from her waist, down her thigh, and calf before gently brushing his lips against the arch of her foot. Then slowly he went down, savoring; the world seemed to dissolve and disappear. In this fiery bliss every inch of their bare skin vibrated and seared with each stoke, each touch. The nails at his back urged him deeper. While her legs parted as far as they could go, he tightened his grip until there was no space between them.

“You missed daddy huh?” His voice trembled through shallow breaths. She tried to answer through the stream of moans building in her chest.

“Say it.”

“I missed daddy” She uttered between a breathless series of pants. He placed his lips at the center of her neck and claimed it as his own. She writhed as his tongue brushed against her sensitive skin, hands clinging around his neck, holding him captive. The Egyptian cotton sheets started calling from the bed as the hard floor got too cold. Never disrupting the contact SB moved them to the king bed sliding down on his back; loving the feel of Nicki’s weight on top. Slowly she rode, legs quivering uncontrollably. His strong hands re-explored her curves leaving no place untouched.  Smoldering sweat glazed their skin and dampened the sheets. The room became a blur, faded by the thick heat in the air. A passion to never be forgotten, a body exchange; He was hers and she was his, for eternity. Bound by a love so strong it ran soul deep. Their bodies intertwined to the steady rhythm of their heartbeats, until the rain, sunshine and the fall leaves turned to snow. He took her body through the four seasons until their spirits locked and wouldn't let go, until their bodies
couldn't cum anymore, he filled her cup until it overflowed and gave them both what they were owed.

-Cont.