Tattered Love (Needle's Kiss)

further and gently bit her shoulder. As she screamed my name, her pussy clenched my cock making me roar as I came hard and long, in one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life.

 

     
    After shucking off his jeans and boots, Mace picked me up, one arm under my knees, one behind my back, and carried me upstairs to bed. After the crazy sex downstairs, I couldn’t make myself be angry if I tried, and I couldn’t try because my body was as limp as a noodle. Angry make-up sex fucking rocked. He collapsed onto the bed with me still cradled against his chest and leaned down to kiss me gently. “Scar, I wasn’t trying to hurt you by keeping things from you. I just didn’t want to scare you off. I love you. I want you in my life, but my life is a shitty place to be, babe, and I don’t want my shit to flow onto you. You are the only good thing in it.”
    His warm body pressed against me, and his whispered words made me melt. How could I go from mad as a cat with turps on its ass, to all soft and melty? I couldn’t understand the logic; there wasn’t any; it was simply the way Mace affected me; some things couldn’t be explained. “I don’t really care, Mace. Your shit’s, my shit, right?”
    That made him smirk and answer, “You have a dirty mouth, babe. Need me to fill it again?”
    I laughed and slapped his arm while his own body shook with silent laughter. “You love my dirty mouth, especially when it’s wrapped around you.”
    He stopped laughing and teased, “Now I’m hard again thinkin’ about your mouth. See what you did?” Mace asked as he grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his impressive length that was indeed hard.
    Warmth flooded me as I looked down to his hand covering my small one moving slowly up and down his shaft. Our gentle fondling turned into another heated round of sweet lovemaking, followed by a long shower. I couldn’t help but touch him when he was naked before me; his body was a work of art. All hard lines and smooth skin. If his reactions were anything to go by, Mace was of the same mindset. Every inch of my skin had been traced by his tongue, and I mean every inch, repeatedly.
    Wrapping the big fluffy towel around me, my stomach rumbled letting me know I’d missed lunch. Mace must have heard it. His eyebrow cocked. I simply said, “Food,” and walked out of the bathroom toward the kitchen.
    Later that night, curled up around each other on the sofa still naked after lunch was interrupted by Mace taking me across the kitchen table, then again on the floor in the living room while trying to put a movie on, needless to say I’d given up on clothing. I was comfortable tucked up tight against Mace under a soft throw blanket, tracing patterns on his taut stomach, realizing this was exactly where I belonged.
    “I hate cheaters,” I blurted, taking his attention away from the game on TV. “My mother cheated on my father for years. She hurt him.” Mace looked down at me with softness in his eyes, waiting on me to finish. “My last relationship, well, he cheated on me too. And not just once, but repeatedly. The whole time we lived together, he had been sleeping with I don’t know how many people from the time we got together. For two years it happened and I was oblivious to it.” Still avoiding his face, I kept my gaze on my hand resting on his chest. It still made me feel stupid to have not known. “I never thought it would happen. I never thought I wouldn’t know I felt— still feel stupid for not seeing it for two whole years. I swore I wouldn’t let anyone in again. Then you walk yourself into my shop and my world tilted on it axis. Even then, Mace, I didn’t want to let you in.” I ended on a whisper.
    Mace lifted my face with one finger under my chin. Looking into my eyes, he leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss. “I’d never cheat on you, Scar. He was a moron to throw what he had with you away. Kinda glad he was a dick though. Means I got you, and babe, I ain’t gonna let go.”
    Well, if I didn’t already love him so damn much, I think I would have fallen right there and then.
    After a few moments of silence, Mace must have figured it was time to share as well. He put his arms around me, almost like he was holding me in place in case I ran away.
    “Janelle calls every month for money. At first, I didn’t question it; I just gave her whatever she asked for. I felt like I owed her. Her loss was the same as mine. If I had been there, she wouldn’t have