That evening Mitchell was already in bed reading his journal when Kayla emerged from the bathroom. Each entry was like a letter to him, and she made sure to hit all the important events in their lives. He looked up when he felt the bed dip as tears stung his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Kayla asked as she snuggled next to him.

Mitchell wrapped an arm around her and brought her close. “She knew more than I gave her credit for, especially about us.”

“She wrote about us?”

“Mak, she wrote about everything from the time I was born, so yeah, there’s a lot about us since you’ve been a part of my life for so long. Reading some of these just brings back a lot of old feelings. Look at this one:

Tears fell down Kayla’s face as she read the entry in the journal. When she looked at Mitchell, she asked, “Do you still have that song? I’d like to hear it.”

Mitchell shook his head. “After Vegas, I got rid of it,” he said with sadness in his voice. “I’m sure we can download it though if you want.”

“It’s up to you. I’d like to, but if it’s too personal, I understand.” Kayla lazily rubbed her hand over the tattoo on Mitchell’s chest. “I don’t want to bring back the pain of that time in our lives.”

“I don’t want to go there, at least not right now. I have you back, and that’s what I want to concentrate on. I just wish she were here to see how happy we are instead of her last memories of us being sad ones,” Mitchell said as he kissed her head.

“Oh, Mitchell, I wish I could make it up to her somehow.”

“You can.”

“How?”

“Just love me for the rest of our lives.” Mitchell smiled.

“That’s too easy.”

Mitchell closed the journal and pulled Kayla on top of him. “You know how I am, Mak. It won’t always be easy.” He cupped her face and gently kissed her.

Kayla’s hands fell to his sides. As he pulled her closer, her body sank onto his, and she moaned as his hand moved to her ass and squeezed while he pushed her into his hard cock. He groaned from the pressure of her body against his.

“Love me, Mak. Show me how much you love me,” Mitchell whispered against her lips.

Kayla rubbed her heated pussy along the ridge of his cock as she slid her hands under his shoulders. She rested part of her weight on her forearms, but her breasts were pressed against his chest as she moved to control the kiss. Her tongue requested entrance into his mouth, and he allowed her in, but took back the control as his hand moved from her jaw to the back of her head while tangling his fingers in her hair. As he tightened his grip, he pulled her head back which gave him access to her neck. He kissed and nibbled his way from one side to the other.

“Open your legs, baby.” Kayla raised her lower body to move her legs to the outside of his. As she started to push her torso off his, he held her tight. “I want inside you like this.”

“How can I show you how much I love you if I’m not the one in control?”

Mitchell smiled. “By giving me control, you’re giving me your trust. I need that and so do you. You couldn’t love me if you didn’t trust me.”

“Oh, Mitch,” Kayla moaned as he slid inside of her.

Mitchell moved his hands to her hips and moved her up and down his body. The friction was warming them from chest to hips. He bent his legs and planted his heels in the bed which caused her legs to spread farther apart. With the leverage, he was able to thrust harder into her.

“Ahhh,” Kayla cried. The timing of his thrusts and the movement of her body had Mitchell hitting the right spot on each stroke. “Mitch, I…I’m coming.” She buried her face in his chest as the wave of ecstasy washed over her.

“Mak…” Mitchell whispered as stream after stream of cum shot into her. He stayed firmly in place for several moments before he lowered his legs and rolled them over. “Oh God, Mak, I love you so much. Thank you for coming back to me. Thank you for forgiving me and keeping yourself just mine.” He kissed her from her lips to his favorite spot under her ear.

“Your heart completes my heart, Mitch. Thank you for never giving up on me.”