Too Far 05 - Simple Perfection

“I’ve known exactly what you were doing every day since the day you left me. I’ve made sure you had money to stay in hotels that were safe and food to eat. How do you think I kept from going crazy? I had daily calls to tell me how you were. Where you were. I stayed away because I wanted you to come back to me. I wanted you to want me. To want us.”
    He had been keeping tabs on me. He had cared. He hadn’t just let me leave. Tears filled my eyes and I didn’t care. I wanted to cry. I was happy. I was loved.
    “Don’t cry,” he said as he began to kiss each tear from my face. “I can’t stand it when you cry. Please, don’t cry.”
    “You love me,” I said, smiling.
    Woods pulled back enough to look down at me. “Della. That should have never been a question in your mind. You should have known that. If you didn’t know that you had my soul, then I’m doing something wrong.”
    I reached up and grabbed his face and kissed him. With everything I had, I kissed him. I didn’t have the words to make any of this right. So I showed him how I felt. How much he meant to me. His arms wrapped around me and he met each stroke of my tongue with his own. We stood there tasting and indulging in each other. It was perfect. I was home.
    When I broke the kiss so I could catch my breath I reached for his shirt. I wanted that shirt off him. I wanted his clothes off. I wanted him inside me. “Now, I need you, now,” I told him as I began unbuttoning his shirt.
    “I have food. I was going to romance you first. Convince you to stay with me,” he said as I pushed his shirt off his shoulders.
    I caressed his chest. His broad shoulders always made me feel so small but safe. “I’m hungry and we’ll eat but right now I need you inside me,” I told him as my hands got busy with the buttons on his shorts.
    “Then come to the bedroom,” he said, his breathing as out of control as I felt.
    “No. I can’t wait.” I reached for my sundress and jerked it over my head. I started to push down my panties and Woods let out a growl and took over. His hands covered mine and he pulled them down, and then he ran his hands over my bottom and pressed kisses to the insides of my thighs. “Get inside me,” I begged. I wanted all the sweet kisses and I wanted to taste him, too, but right now I needed to be full of Woods.
    “Fuck,” he groaned, and stood up, turning me around to face the wall. “You make me crazy, Della. I was gonna be romantic. You deserve romantic.”
    “I want you to fuck me hard. Fill me up and remind me that I’m yours,” I begged.
    Woods’s body shuddered behind me just before he grabbed my hips and entered me with a yell.
    “God, yes! So tight. So hot. This is mine,” he said as he stopped and caressed my butt, then slapped it hard one time. “Mine. All this is mine.”
    “Yes, it’s yours,” I told him, and pressed back against him.
    He let out another animalistic grunt and began moving in and out of me. With each thrust I climbed closer to the release I knew would fill me with completion.
    “No one touches my pussy. This is my pussy, Della,” he said in a growl before slipping his hand around me and running his fingers over my clit.
    I went off like a rocket from his touch. “Yes! That’s it, baby, come on my dick. That’s my girl.” His words made me wilder. I bucked against him and begged him to keep fucking me.
    My words caused his body to pause, then jerk again as he began chanting my name over and over. Each tremor through his body made me tingle.
    “My Della,” he whispered as he rested his head on my back. I moved so that he came out of me, then I turned around and pulled him into my arms.
    “Always your Della,” I told him.
    He held me tighter and we stood there as our bodies hummed our pleasure and our hearts healed.

Woods
    M y welcome-home for Della hadn’t gone off in the way I had planned. I hadn’t meant to take her in the foyer against the damn wall like a madman. But she’d been saying things that made me lose it. She wanted to be fucked and my body wanted to give her what she was asking for.
    That hadn’t been the plan. But I’d needed it. I had needed to hear her say she was mine. The thought of Tripp riding that damn bike while sitting between her legs ate me alive. I hated it. I wanted to remind her who belonged between her legs. Only me.
    The idea that she believed I could be with anyone else still blew my mind. If she didn’t know how completely I loved