Unrequited? A Lie Told-A Promise Broken

21. -Art & Fiat-

"With Mint?"

" I can't tell you everything but she is kind. Will you give her a chance?"

"A chance as what?"

"A co-parent."

I blink at him.

"Trust me?" He asks as he studies my face.

I smile, "Yes baby."

He kisses me and I forget everything. My heart flutters out of control in my chest.

I place my hand on his cheek pulling us apart.

"What?" He asks.

I gaze at him intently completely overwhelmed.

"I think I'm just happy. I thought I would never have you again. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for not leaving me."

He smiles. "Thank you for coming home."

I flutter my eyelashes at him, "I would very much like it if you ate me up now please." I say smiling sweetly.

He licks his lips slowly before nuzzling his nose into my neck and inhaling.

More.

-Fiat-

I stare at his hip bone as he strokes my hair.

"What?" He asks after a while.

"It's odd."

"What is?"

"I don't remember the last time that you weren't branded."

He chuckles, "It has been almost eight months. It healed. Are you excited?"

"Is it weird that I am?"

"No."

I take a breath and slowly lick him there. Instantly he moans in the back of his throat and my eyes snap up to look at him.

His eyebrows furrow, "What?" He asks.

I won't tell him.

I lean in and start to suck on him.

He moans softly and I suck deeper while slowly sinking my teeth.

He moans aloud and my heart picks up pace.

I open my eyes and watch his arousal grow just for me.

He reaches for himself, slowly stroking his dick.

I bite him deeper , he groans and quickens his pace.

I want to taste him.

I lean over and gently graze my tongue against the tip of his dick while he still holds himself.

Instantly, I feel him shudder beneath my tongue.

"More." He pleads.

Without thought my body moves to obey him.

I swirl my tongue around the entire tip and take him into my mouth.

His hand falls away as my mouth takes possession.

I taste him as I take him into my throat bit by bit.

"Fuck." He moans while his fingers fist in my hair.

Fuck, My Art boils my blood. His   taste and his sounds as he begs and moans my name overtake me.

I remind myself not to frenzy. To enjoy him unhurriedly.