Arch Your Back (BWWM)

Reconnect

Violet's POV

I swung my hand back and pushed it forward on his stupid face. I hate the way he had made me feel for damn near a year. He stood there as I kept repeatedly hitting him. He closed his eyes as I beat my fist on his chest, knowing my strength was no match for his resilience. He took my hits and I watched as tears escaped his eyes.

"You hurt me Marco! Then, you left me alone for months! I hate you!" I yell out while losing my energy to fight anymore.

I rest my hands and forehead on his chest, crying profusely. He grabs my shoulders and hold me tight, immediately those feelings rush in and knock me off my feet. I fall to the floor and he goes with me, rocking me like a child while sprinkling me with kisses.

We sat there on the back porch, under the night sky in silence for most of it. The only sounds that could be heard were my sniffles from trying to control my cries.

I broke the silence. "I should have come to you and for that, I'm sorry."

He rubs his rough hands on the small of my back, "Regardless, you were right. It was your choice and although I would have wanted to be apart of it. You're the one who was going to carry the child."

He continues. "Sometimes I forget I'm 10 years older than you, and my wants and dreams may not be yours. I was just raised to believe you take care of your responsibilities."

He turns me around to face him. "Violet, if you would have had my child, you would have been taken care of. I would have made you an honest woman. You deserve to be a wife and mother of my child. I would never let anyone call you babymomma or refer you as such. You're so much more than that. I love you!"

"And that night, when you came to my room. I was ashamed at myself and I regretted every minute of it. You're face still haunts me to this day. Baby, I will never hurt you like that again. The girl meant nothing and it was absolutely a mistake. You're the woman of my dreams and the only one I want."

He wipes the tears from my eyes, as we stare at each other searching for our next move. His thumbs glides over my bottom lip, and as he focuses on my mouth I find myself drawn to his. We smash into each other and I part my mouth to allow his tongue to dance with mine. I suck on his tongue, hearing a moan escape from his lips. The noises trigger a wet sensation between my legs and my body is radiating with heat.

I pull my arms up, pushing him back from his shoulders. "It's late. I've got to get inside." I say standing up, fixing myself and grabbing the back door handle.

His face saddens as he nods and begin walking down the steps. Before his foot hits the second step, I turn to ask him. "Are you coming?"

With a smirk on his face. He unties his bowtie and unbuttons his shirt, making his way back up the steps. I'm enthralled with his body, oh how I missed his tattooed muscles so much. He sweeps me off my feet and carries me inside as suck on his neck. He growls in my ear from being pleasured by my tongue and lips. We reach my bed and before I could ask him to unzip my dress her rips it off my body.

"Marco! That was a rental!" I yell, hitting his arm.

"I'll pay for it!" He replies, causing me to chuckle.

He's the last to get fully undress and I watch as his member is released. The protruding veins and girth have my mouth watering. Then, I noticed something.

"What's the hell?"

He looks at me with a devilish grin, "is that my name?"

He tatted my name right above his dick. "Oh, baby I had to let it be know. This dick is yours and yours only!"