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But some of the board members weren’t convinced, hence the back and forth with his lawyer.

Travis was trying his best to follow along with the hearing but there was so much legal jargon and honestly, he was starting to lose hope for an early release. His lawyer had told him that it wasn’t likely, that he was meant to be in prison for another three years and a book club and a writing program likely wasn’t enough.

He hadn’t even told you about the hearing. He hadn’t wanted you to get your hopes up. You—the girl he had been with since high school. The one who had never given up on him, even when he made a stupid, stupid mistake and ended up with a five year federal prison sentence. You had been angry, upset even (rightly so) but you still loved him. You loved him so much that you promised him you’d wait and he promised you a ring the moment he was out.

Letters were the way your relationship was currently playing out. Two, maybe three letters a week. Honestly, being in prison meant that his letters didn’t offer much. Travis would tell you how bad the food was, how much he missed you and what book he had read that week. Your letters were far more interesting—with various stories from your job at a book store (his favourite story being the elderly women who came in weekly to buy the latest erotica), how annoying your coworkers were being and if he was really lucky details about what you’d do to him if he was home already. He had to remind you that all your letters were read by prison officers but fuck, he still loved when you got dirty like that. He was grateful that his cell mate had been moved to a different block after his attempted escape because it meant Travis could wrap his hand around his thick cock as he imagined how fucking wet you’d finally be when he could—

“Mr. Meacham?”

Travis blinked. He looked up to see the entire courtroom looking at him.

He curses himself for his borderline out of control horniness but in his defence, Travis missed you and he had been in prison for almost two years now.

“Yeah?” Travis replies, looking directly at the board member who had addressed him.

“Your appliance for early release has been approved. We’ll need a week to prepare the papers for your release but—”

Travis didn’t hear the rest. He could barely believe it. He had been so in his head about you that he had missed a full five minutes of the hearing. And apparently, in those five minutes, his fate had been decided. Early release in a week. There would be conditions of course, he’d need a job. He’d need to keep himself in line. But it meant home. And more importantly, it meant coming home to you.

You’re the first person Travis calls. His lawyer hands him her phone and Travis’ fingers scramble to dial your number. You were probably at work—you were most definitely at work—but he had to tell you. To hear your voice, to—

“Sandra?” Your voice comes through the phone and Travis could cry. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay? Is Travis okay—”

“—baby, baby, it’s me.”

There was silence and then—

“Tea?” you say quietly and Travis’ heart breaks a little at the concern in your voice. “What—why are you calling from Sandra’s phone? You’re not in trouble or—”

“No—no, no. Not in trouble. The opposite of trouble.”

“What do you—”

“—I got granted early release, baby. I’m coming home.”

Some more silence and then—

You let out a loud squeal of joy that was so full of unadulterated happiness that Travis couldn’t help but smile. Couldn’t help the way that his eyes stung with tears when he heard your own tears of happiness almost coming through the phone.“You’re coming home, Tea!” You repeated over and over again, as though you could barely believe it. “You’re coming home.”

The next week involved several hearings about the terms of his release. He would need to find a job within two months. He had to report to his parole officer every week for the next six months. He couldn’t leave the state without notifying his parole officer and he had to be on his best behaviour for—well, the rest of his life. But it was all worth it in the end, when he could be free and he could finally, finally be with you.

The day Travis was released, you showed up thirty minutes early. You had told yourself it was because you were being mindful of traffic but really, you had been ready for hours and you couldn’t sit idly for much longer. 

You felt a strange mix of nerves, excitement and apprehension. It bubbled in your stomach and made you feel both hot and cold at the same time. Your blood was practically humming through your veins. The times you had seen Travis over the past two years had been through a window with a telephone as a means to communicate. Those non-contact visits mostly ended with you holding back tears and Travis’ large hand pressed to the glass before he was taken away. But the thought of seeing him properly now, of being able to touch him—

The sound of your phone’s alarm ringing obnoxiously pulls you back into reality. He’d be out any minute now. You hoped that the paperwork wouldn’t take long. You didn’t know if you could wait even two more minutes without him.

You glance toward the prison entrance and when you see a figure dressed in a grey sweatshirt and sweatpants walking towards your car? You let out a loud shriek.

You scramble, trying to get out of your car as quickly as possible.

Travis is laughing but you’re barely listening as you race towards him. He stops in the middle of the parking lot, arms wide and ready for you to launch yourself at him. And you do exactly that.

Your arms wrap around his neck and your legs wound themselves around his waist as you press kiss after kiss to his face. You barely even register the fact you were crying until you feel him wipe away your tears.

“Oh—baby, baby. Don’t cry, don’t cry. I’m here.” Travis murmurs, his own voice breaking a little as he pulls away enough to look at you. One of his hands was tucked beneath your ass to support you while the other was cupping your cheek, thumb still gently wiping away your tears. “M’right here. Not going anywhere. Not again. Not ever again.”

You make a sound somewhere between a sob and laugh before you lean in. And for the first time in nearly two years, you kiss your boyfriend. You don’t care if you’re in the middle of a prison parking lot, don’t care that there was probably people watching the two of you—you didn’t give a fuck about anything that wasn’t Travis.

Your lips meet in a kiss that was anything but careful. It was needy, hungry—lips crashing together with two damn years of missing each other. Travis’ mouth was warm and insistent, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that had you tugging at his hair. The kiss alone had your core aching.

Travis was the first to pull away and you whine shamelessly at the loss of contact, attempting to chase his lips. You manage to catch him and coax him to part his lips. You hum as you suck gently on his tongue, resulting in a low groan coming from him, coupled with a firm squeeze of your ass.

“Baby—not here. I don’t want to get thrown back in for public indecency,” Travis says thickly, forcing himself to pull away from you again. You know it was a struggle since you could feel every thick ridge of his already hard cock beneath his sweatpants.

Quite honestly, you wanted Travis to bend you over the hood of the nearest car (you weren’t even particularly fussed if that car wasn’t your own) and take you in the middle of the parking lot. Who could blame you? You had missed Travis. Missed him and the way he spoke with so much passion for everything. The gentle way he loved you and how you were sure—with everything you had in you and more—that Travis was it for you. Even when people looked at you like you were crazy for not giving up when they found out where your boyfriend was, even when your parents had tried (not so subtly) to set you up at dinner parties once Travis was officially behind bars. But you also had needs—you were stupidly horny and your rose toy and vibrator could only do so much.

“Okay, okay,” you huff as Travis carefully sets you back down on the ground but not before leaving a final, lingering kiss to your lips. One that was just a little bit more restrained but still made Travis’ cock twitch beneath his sweatpants. “But when we’re back home—”“—once we’re back home? We’re not leaving the bed for days.”

The front door was barely shut behind you before Travis was on you.

Your hands were back in his hair, his hands were desperately relearning your body. Every curve, every dip, every inch of skin he could find.

“You’re still so fucking gorgeous,” Travis murmurs against your skin as his lips find that spot on your neck that made your toes curl and pussy throb. “My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. Can’t believe I was without you for two years.”

You squeal as Travis’ hands squeeze the globes of your ass before he picks you up with ease.

“Tea—you don’t have to—we can just—”

“—you think the first time in two years that I’m going to fuck you is going to be in our doorway? Absolutely not,” Travis says as he carries you through your apartment, his brown eyes sweeping over every new photograph, potted plant and decorative cushion that you had added to the apartment over the two years he had been absent. “We’re doing this the good old fashioned way,” he tells you before he kicks the bedroom door open. You laugh but the sound quickly turns into another shriek as he throws you down onto the bed.

“Tea! I could have broken my neck—”

But the words die on your lips when Travis tugs off his sweatshirt and the t-shirt beneath. Because—holy shit. It was clear from the size of his arms he had been working out and you wanted to lick every square inch of his biceps, wanted to run your tongue along every line of his tattoo that he hadn’t when he had left. But he was still Travis, his stomach was still soft, chest still covered with a generous smattering of dark hair and fuck, the sight of his happy trail alone made you so much more slick between your legs.

Travis sees how distracted you’ve become and smiles, leaning down to plant his hands either side of your thighs. His breath fans over your cheek, hot and making your brain momentarily short circuit. 

“Strip, baby,” he whispers. “C’mon, show Travy what he’s been missing.”

You bite back a laugh as you look up at him. “Talking about yourself in third person, really?”

Travis shrugs before he leans back to watch you. “What? You don’t like it?”

You roll your eyes and, instead of answering, you lift your shirt over your head and throw it unceremoniously to the other side of the room. Travis’ brown eyes were wide as he stared at you, now only in your bra and jeans, in complete and utter awe. 

“Fuck, baby—look at you,” he murmurs, large hands finding home on your waist like he can’t help himself. “Still so fucking perfect. Even more perfect. God—look at you—”

Your face feels hot, you feel warm all over and you want nothing more than to tug him down and kiss him until you forgot your own name. But instead—you pull his hands away from your waist so you could reach behind to unclip your bra.

Your breasts spill free and Travis is groaning at the mere sight of them.

“Holy fuck—sweetheart—”

His hands reach out again but you swat them away, despite the fact that every part of your body was thrumming with want. Despite the fact you were so desperately horny that your panties already felt soaked through. But you push your wants aside, your eyes remaining locked with Travis’ as your fingers dance teasingly along your skin. Travis swallows as he watches you cup your own breasts, the large bulge straining against his sweatpants when you let out a soft moan as your fingertip brushes over one of your pebbled peaks.

“You’re being mean, sweet girl,” Travis groans, his voice a little whiny. The sound made you clench around nothing.

“Why am I being mean, Tea?” You ask breathlessly, looking up at Travis as you lay back on your bed. “Just stripping like you asked me to.”

You continue to play idly with your own nipples and you watch in satisfaction as Travis’ jaw clenches. His hands were curled into fists by his side as though he was holding himself back from tearing the rest of your clothes off and burying himself inside you to the hilt.

“Teasin’ me. Touchin’ yourself when you know I want to be the one doing it. I mean—shit—look at your tits. Just want them in my fucking mouth, angel. It’s been so fucking long. I’m so fucking hard that I’m going lightheaded.”

You bite back a smile as your hands continue to glide over your skin, moving from your breasts, down to your stomach and then to the waistband of your jeans.

“Oh, Tea,” you hum as you unbutton your jeans at a tortuous pace. Travis’ mouth is hanging open a little, big brown eyes flickering over you as though he couldn’t quite decide on where to look. “My poor, sweet Tea.”

You manage to unzip your jeans and watch as Travis exhales shakily before you start to slide both your jeans and panties down your thighs.

“Holy—”

It was all Travis could think to say when you were finally laid bare for him. Your jeans and underwear were thrown somewhere near the laundry basket but neither you or Travis really cared. Especially when Travis could see the mess between your thighs, clear as day. How puffy and swollen your clit was, how desperate for attention it was. How your arousal had coated your folds and how your slick had started to dribble down to your thighs. It had been so fucking long since he had last seen that gorgeous sight, that Travis could have came right then and there.

“Your turn,” you tell him as you part your legs slightly so he couldn’t look anywhere else but at your needy cunt. “Don’t keep me waiting any longer, Tea.”

Travis did not need telling twice. In his haste to take off his sweatpants, he nearly tripped but managed to catch himself, glancing at you as you stifled a laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me, baby,” Travis tells you. “I’m a little out of practice.”

“So I am,” you say with a sweet smile. “But I got you and you got me, right?”

Travis pauses at the waistband of his boxers to look at you. There was want and lust there, of course there was, but mostly? It was love, affection and a devotion that ran so deep even federal prison couldn’t have put a stop to it. 

“Always, baby.” He tells you before he frees himself from his boxers. His cock slaps against his stomach and you can’t help but marvel at your boyfriend’s gorgeous cock. Gorgeous was exactly what it was—thick, stupidly long and a little curved in a way that managed to hit all the right spots. 

“I’ve missed little Travy,” you murmur affectionately as you sit up, looking at up Travis. One of your hands wrap around the base of him as you lean in to press a kiss to the tip, which was flushed an angry pink and beading at the slit.

Travis lets out a strangled sound, one large hand cupping the back of your head. “Don’t call it that. It’s more—medium sized Travy.”

You smile, pressing another kiss to the tip of his cock before pulling away to look up at him. “Little Travy sounds better though.”

“It feels a little insulting,” Travis murmurs, eyes on you as his hands move to gently rest on your shoulders before he pushes you back down on the bed. He follows, his body hovering over yours as he lets himself just look at you again and you can see it now—how his eyes turn a little glassy. How he can barely believe that this was real. That this was happening after so long. How he feels safe for the first time in two years. 

“Hey,” you murmur, reaching out to cup his cheek and smiling softly. All teasing and hunger gone in a single moment as you catch Travis before he could fall. “Hey, Tea. You’re okay.”

Travis nods, swallowing as he looks back at you, not bothering to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. “I know. You got me and I got you, right?”

The smile you were fighting was almost painful. God, you loved this man. You loved him so fucking much that you waited two years for this moment, for him. “Always, Tea.”

You smile at each other and the kiss that follows was soft, gentle and somehow more intimate than the fact you were both completely naked. Your lips glide against each other like you had all the time in the world. Your hands find their way into his hair and his cup either side of your face as though you were something precious.

You kissed again and again and again, until it turned open-mouthed and desperate. Until Travis was whining into your mouth and you were attempting to rub your dripping cunt over his thigh.

Travis was the one to pull away, completely breathless. His cheeks were flushed pink, lips wet and swollen from your kisses and the sight alone made you even more embarrassingly wet. You try to tug him back down by pulling on his hair but Travis just smiles, pressing a teasing kiss to the very corner of your mouth before he starts to kiss his way down your body.

It tested every bit of patience you had as you felt your boyfriend’s tongue glide down your body. When he reached one of your nipples, you let out a loud moan that was sure to have the neighbours complaining and Travis just fucking beamed before he latches himself onto your nipple, sucking greedily as his other hand kneaded the other.

“Missed these so f’king much,” Travis mutters against the sensitive skin, tongue still swirling and his own hips jutting as though he could barely help himself anymore. “Got me through so many bad days, thinking about these. Shit, baby.” Travis moans loudly before his mouth moves to your other breast so that he could give your other nipple the same treatment. 

He took his time, despite the fact you were mewling and whimpering beneath him and despite the fact he was leaking precum down your thigh. 

“Tea—please—” you beg him, eyes fluttering as you look up at him. “I need—”

“—I know just what you need, sweet girl,” Travis murmurs, placing a final kiss to your left breast before pulling away. “I got you. I got you.”

He continues his journey down. By now, you were a mess beneath him. Your body felt hot to the touch, every place his lips met felt as though it was on fire and when you felt his large hands gently coax your thighs open, you obliged.

“So good,” Travis murmurs as his lips meet your hipbone, over the small ‘T’ tattoo you had there. “Still so fucking good for me, aren’t you, baby?”

You let out a small gasp and nod frantically when you felt his hot breath directly over your pussy. He breathes you in first, his beautiful nose nudging your swollen, aching clit just enough to make you whimper.

“Smell so fucking good, baby,” he tells you, eyes on your face as he glides two long fingers against your slit. He watches your lips part, eyes close as he parts your folds to see again just how fucking wet you were. “Look at you. Fuckin’ dripping for me already. Could take my cock already, couldn’t you, sweet girl?” He asks, watching every trace of pleasure on your face as his fingers glide through your slick before gently pushing one, then two fingers deep inside of you. You don’t even manage a reply before he’s curling them, finding that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl and stomach tighten.

“Lost for words, huh, baby?” Travis asks, setting a rhythm that had you gripping the bedsheets beneath you. “That’s okay, baby. I got you. Let me take care of you real quick.”

Travis may have been rock hard and throbbing but nothing—absolutely nothing—was going to stop him from tasting you for the first time in two years. He continues fucking your needy hole with his two fingers while his lips seal themselves over your clit. And the noise you let out at that first contact? It was heavenly.

Travis was relentless. He always had been, but now? It was something else entirely. His fingers continued fucking you, curling against your front wall each time they were back inside you and making your entire body shake with pleasure. His own hips rutting against the mattress like he was as fucking desperate as you. His mouth was sucking greedily at your clit, tongue circling it with a precision that came from a man determined to make you cum. 

It was overwhelming—the dual sensation of his fingers and his tongue and you were making so much noise you were sure to receive noise complaints in the coming days. 

“That’s it,” he breathes out against you, taking a moment to slurp up your arousal like it was liquid gold. “Cum for me, baby. I got you. I always got you.”

You don’t know what it was that triggered your orgasm, perhaps it was the deep penetration of his fingers, maybe it was his tongue flicking expertly against your clit or maybe it was just Travis but you came with an orgasm that felt so intense that it felt earth shattering. You clenched around his fingers, barely hearing the way Travis groaned about how you were squeezing him due to the fact your entire body was on fire from the intensity of your release.

Travis laps up every last drop with his mouth, fingers still pumping in and out of you, obscene wet noises filling the room as he watches how you gush around him.

“Fucking hell, baby. Look at you fucking soaking my hand.” He babbles. “You’re squeezing me like you want me to stay in your pussy forever. Is that what you want, baby? You want me to—”

“—Tea, shut up and get on your back,” you tell him.

You may have been shaking, may still have been on a different planet but you didn’t care.

Travis blinks up at you before he withdraws his fingers. You can see how his lips were wet with your release but your eyes were on his fingers, which were dripping with your release and you couldn't help yourself. You wrap your fingers around his wrist and you tug them closer. Travis could barely comprehend what was happening until your lips wrapped around the two digits that had been inside of you.

“Oh—shit—”

Travis can’t cope. He genuinely can’t. Watching you come apart on his fingers and his tongue and now seeing you taste yourself on his fingers, the way you were moaning around them and that fucking look in your eyes—

He says your name and you know then that he couldn’t take much more. You release his fingers with a wet pop before he flips the both of you over.

“I love you so fucking much,” he tells you as he wrap your hand around the base of his cock to guide it towards your entrance. “So fucking much, baby. I missed you so much.”

You glance at him and smile. “I love you too, Tea.”

And then—you sink down onto him.

The stretch was exactly how you remember. He was thick in a way that meant you felt every fucking inch of him and that slight curve meant his cock was kissing your cervix almost instantly. You place your hands on his chest as you sink down onto him fully.

“You’re fucking heaven, baby.” Travis tells you, his hands gripping your hips in a way that told you he was already right on the edge. “Fucking heaven. Shit—I love you so much and I can’t—”

“—it’s okay,” you tell him gently, your fingers gently curling into the hair on his chest as you bounce yourself once, then twice, on his cock. “—we’ve got all night, Tea.”

Travis whimpers, he’s trying to hold back. You can see it in his jaw, can feel it in the way he’s gripping onto you but it has been two years and the moment you start to ride him properly, he loses it. He slams up into you, once, twice and you feel every damn pulse as he comes hard inside of you. Hot, thick ropes of his release flood your pussy as he groans your name over and over again as though it was the only word he knew. 

Apologises eventually tumble from his lips but you silence him with a kiss that was soft, gentle and understanding.

“Don’t apologise,” you tell him fiercely once you pull away. “It’s kind of hot when you get all whimpery like that.”

Travis flushes a deep red before he lifts you off of him slightly to pull out of you with a loud wet sound. You glance down just enough time to see a thick glob of his cum leaking out of you. You’re about to wipe it away when Travis does something you hadn’t expected him to do—Travis uses two fingers to scoop up the mess from your thigh before he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks.

“Tea—holy—”

“What?” Travis murmurs once he releases his fingers with a wet pop, smiling back at you. “Tastes like us.”

You bite back a smile before you lean in to lick the rest of the creamy mess from his fingers.

Travis watches you—unable to look away as you suck gleefully on his fingers.

“I’ve really fucking missed you,” he tells you.

You hum before releasing the digits. “I missed you more,” you say softly. Travis lifts a hand to cup your cheek, wiping away the smear of cum left on the corner of your mouth before he leans in and kisses you. A kiss that said ‘I’m sorry’, ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m glad to be home’. And god, was Travis so fucking glad to be home.

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