His shoulders were relaxed, but his gaze was sharp like the tip of a drill. He constantly dug into my surface, burrowing deep down below.

“Where are you going?”

His expression didn’t change.

“Sorry…just trying to make conversation.”

Dark. Observant. Powerful. He looked at me exactly the way he used to. We could sit together in silence for hours and not speak a word, and he seemed perfectly content with that. As long as his eyes were on my face, that was all he needed.

My eyes dropped down from his face to his body, over the two slabs of concrete forming his chest, the bricks of his abs, the flesh that had remained untouched despite his violent affairs. Even if I’d never seen him before, he would be exactly what I described as a perfect man. If we’d met in some other way, the second I looked at him, I would never look away. He stared at me like I was the work of art—but he was.

If he had somewhere to be, he was clearly in no rush. Unblinking. Potent. Deep. That stare was endless.

I left the couch and came around the coffee table toward him.

His eyes followed.

I stopped in front of him and reached for the zipper at the back of my dress. Slowly, I pulled it down, letting the delicate fabric release its hug from my body, and felt it slide down around my heels on the floor.

His eyes dropped to my free tits. He never seemed to think they were anything less than perfect.

My thumbs hooked into my panties and pushed them over my ass and down my thighs until I was in nothing but pumps.

He inhaled a slow breath, his eyes darkening even more.

I lowered myself to my knees in front of him and gripped his bottoms with both hands.

With his eyes on me, he lifted his hips and allowed me to pull down the sweatpants, reveal his cock that was ready to go. It lay against his stomach, the thick veins matching the ones in his neck.

I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his balls, which were groomed at all times like he could get head at the drop of a hat.

After a few seconds, he released the breath he held.

My tongue dragged up his length to his tip then I positioned him upward, giving his head wet kisses, just the way I kissed his mouth. Slow. Wet. Deep.

He watched me, his eyes heavy and lidded with pleasure.

I released his heavy dick and watched it plop back against his stomach like a heavy rod before I crawled up in his lap and got on top of him, my thighs over his, my hands planting against his chest for balance.