Imagines Request

Forward| SS.3

Short Series| Pt. 3

"Forward. Best foot first just in case."

-Beyoncé (feat. James Black),"Forward"

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Kaitlyn paused at the front doors of the house that she'd known before all too well, but now, she felt really out of place. She waited for the man who she selfishly hoped had been waiting for her for all this time. She hoped that he still prayed for her and wished for her to return. She prayed and wished for him to still want her, even though she hadn't done right by him for the last year.

Finally, a woman answered the door. Kaitlyn was thrown off for a bit. As she had been looking at the floor, all she saw were the light colored feet with expensive sandals standing before her. She was surprised to look up and see her former mother in law.

The lighter woman looked down at Kaitlyn distastefully. She couldn't believe her eyes. The woman that had her son sprung for all this long was standing before her just when she thought she'd gotten Wardell to somewhat move on. She wouldn't stand for it, but it wasn't her choice. It was Wardell's. What kind of mother would she be if she took that way from him?

"Wardell," She never took her eyes off Kaitlyn. "You have company."

Wardell casually rounded the corner. He hadn't been expecting anyone, besides he wasn't too interested in speaking with anyone today. He was planning to blow the person off until he saw who it was.

Wardell stopped in his tracks. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Happy Anniversary." Kaitlyn began to fiddle with her fingers, instantly feeling dumb. There was no way Wardell would give a damn about her remembering their anniversary. For Pete's sake, he probably didn't even consider them married anymore.

While Kaitlyn was feeling doubtful, Wardell was relieved. He was beyond relieved that his baby, his life, his wife had finally come back to him. Lord knows it had been so long since he'd seen her or even touched her. He yearned for her body and he needed to love her. He needed to make love to her.

Wardell didn't give a damn who was inside his home at the time. He grabbed Kaitlyn's face viciously and smashed his lips against hers.

Kaitlyn didn't know how much she needed his touch until she had it and now she didn't know what to do with it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, wasting no time.

Wardell took this as his cue. He turned around, carrying her, but never separating their lips. He carried her all the way to their bedroom where he kicked closed the door. Making every second count, he pushed her back against the wall. He took a chance to look at her, to make sure that it was really her.

Kaitlyn looked into Wardell's green eyes. She'd missed them so much. Words could not explain the things she wanted to do to him, the things she wanted him to do to her.

Both of them stared at each other, chests pounding with excitement until Wardell couldn't take it anymore. He managed to rip apart the panties that Kaitlyn wore under her skirt. Wardell began to plant rough kisses around Kaitlyn's neck and collarbone, leaving love marks.

Kaitlyn hadn't felt like this in so long. Her hands slid up along the door and her head flung back as she suddenly felt Wardell enter her.

Wardell was never someone to move to quickly when making love, so today was no exception. He masterly grinded into Kaitlyn. Each stroke speaking to her and telling her that he'd missed her just as much as she'd missed him. 

With too much love lost, the two had a lot to make up for. They made love the whole night through. Never stopping to say anything or bother to explain why they never reached out before. They made love into they fell into eachother's arms. Both of them now understood that this is where they belonged in the first place. No words had to be spoken for them to know that they'd never leave eachother again.

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"Go back to your sleep in your favorite spot just next to me."

"Forward."