Reclaimed

“Now, drop your panties, walk your fine ass over to the pool table, and show me your pussy.” I don’t let myself get caught up in nerves. On shaky legs, I do as I’m told. I let Holly’s words hold me together, while Nix’s demands try to break me down.

“Baby,” Nix groans when I plant my hand on the green felt, and spread my legs. I feel him move in behind me, his front grazing my back.

"Fuckin' missed this, baby. You perched over like this, showin' me your pussy. All fuckin' pink and pretty." The feather touch of his finger runs through my wetness and the simple touch nearly brings me undone.

"I'm gonna eat you, Kadence. Gonna fuckin' eat you like a starved man," he promises. His voice rises up to me from the low position he moves to. Then his mouth is on me. Warm. Wet. Brutal.

I buck as his tongue flicks my clit. The feel of his chin all rough and prickly, dangles me over the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Nix.” The moan leaves my mouth without me realizing it. I’m consumed by this man. Even thinking is too much when his mouth is on me.

“God, baby, I miss that sound,” he confesses against me. The grumble of his voice vibrating my core.

“Yes, Nix. There, oh, God. Yes.” My orgasm runs through me. Hard. Fast. Raw.

Excitement fills every inch of my needy body as the pleasure pushes me over. Every nerve in me comes to life, igniting me, reclaiming me.

“That’s it, baby,” Nix whispers in my ear. His fingers replace his mouth as one hand moves up and pinches my nipple.

“Gonna fuck you now, baby, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl. You got me?”

“Yeah.” I moan my answer when his hardness moves through my folds, then sinks home in one hard thrust.

“Jesus.” We both groan as his cock throbs and my walls pulse to accommodate him.

“Fuck, Kadence,” he growls. I squeeze him in my grip as he slides out then pushes back in. The sting of him stretching me is long forgotten when his movements milk the pleasure from me.

“Harder,” I cry as my body builds, greedy for my moment of ecstasy. I’ve waited too long for this high, nothing will stop me from racing toward it again.

“Harder?” His question is forced out over the sound of his balls slapping against me.

“Fuck me harder, Nix,” I beg, scratching at the felt under my fingers. Each thrust pushes my hips into the side of the pool table. I know tomorrow I’ll be bruised, but I’ve missed this. Missed Nix and missed our connection so much, I don’t even care. I can’t care because I have my man inside of me. Fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. That’s all that matters.

“Fuck, baby. Hold on,” Nix’s strained voice warns, and his speed spirals out of control. Each deep thrust pushes me head first into a heart shattering, soul changing and mind blowing bliss.

I let the room around us fade. I let all my insecurities go. I let the past wash over me, the ugliness I’ve lived fade, and in return, the goodness we once had shines bright. Fuck, I’ve missed my man.

“Jesus, Kadence.” Nix’s orgasm ends in an almighty roar. “Welcome back, baby,” he pants as he pulls my head back and takes my mouth in his Nix-way of dominating me.

“You can say that again,” I pant against his lips. My breathing comes back to normal, but I know my body won’t recover so quickly.

We stay connected and in the moment until I feel like I can no longer stand. “Nix, let me up,” I complain, my legs shaking under my own weight.

“Hmmm,” he replies still planted deep.

“Nix.” I twist up to see what he’s doing, but don’t get far when he falls to the floor. “Nix.” I half laugh, half choke at his fall.

“Fuck,” he groans and I fall down next to him.

“Are you okay?” I move to lay over his chest.

“I don’t know. My dick feels numb.” I lift my head and look down at his still hard, angry looking cock.

“Fuck, Nix, it’s so big.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

I look down at it again. “I mean,” I giggle when he smacks my ass, “it just doesn’t normally look so big.”

“Oh, it’s big, woman. Tell me how much you love it.” He rolls over me, covering me with his weight.

“Okay, it’s big, but that,” I look down as it stands to attention against my stomach, “is a monster.”

“I love it when you talk about my cock with so much love.” His teeth sink into the side of my neck.

“I think I love your angry cock,” I counter as his mouth moves down my neck, along my collarbone.

“I think my angry cock wants you.”

“Again?”

He doesn’t answer; instead, he brings his fingers between my legs, and slides back inside me. I try not to laugh at the predicament we find ourselves in. We go from not having sex in months to twice in the matter of ten minutes.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.” He looks at me with such love I don’t know how I ever doubted him. Doubted us.

“Show me what you’ve got, Mr. Knight.”

“With pleasure, Mrs. Knight.”

***

“What do you mean it won’t go down?”  Brooks asks down the cell phone hours later as we sit in the hospital cubicle waiting for a doctor. I look down at Nix’s lap and see his cock still standing to attention.

“I mean, it won’t go down,” I try to explain over the sound of Nix groaning in pain.