Joel POV I dropped to my knees in between her legs and pushed them apart. Her hands ran through my hair and I tentatively ran a finger between her lips. They were plump and I could smell her arousal. My cock was spent, but he quickly responded to his next adventure, twitching as blood started to once again move south. Now, I have seen some pussy before I got locked up, and a lot of pussy in magazines, but I have never seen a prettier pussy that the one in front of me at this moment.As I leaned forward, Miranda gently pulled me towards her core and I inhaled her deeply. How could she smell so delicious? I touched the inside of her knees, slowly pushing her legs further apart. I licked slowly up her slit, tasting her sweetness and her hips jerked up in response. I couldn't help but smile when I noticed how heavily she was breathing. I sucked on her pussy lips like I was kissing her and pushed my tongue into her, causing her to cry out and pull my face tighter to her sex. Her hips ro

Joel POV "You about ready to go in?" Miranda asked. We had been parked in the parking lot for about ten minutes now and I was pretending to look at something intently on the phone. "Reckon so baby girl. Let's get this over so we can get back to our room. I have something I want to show you tonight," I told her, remembering the scenic spot along the highway that has a pull out where cars park and watch the sunset. “I'm pretty sure I've already seen it,” she giggled. Shaking my head at her dirty mind, I opened the car door and walked into the large gray building that read State of Virginia Offices of Probation and Parole. I had to meet with his officer, sign some paperwork, and clarify exactly what was expected of me. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect but whatever it was, I would take it in stride. That's what I kept telling myself anyways. I know I tried to play it cool earlier in front of Miranda and mom, but if I am being completely honest, I am a little nervous. This perso

Miranda POV I turned and watched Joel as he walked slowly into the ocean. I loved his thick, muscular body and even though I am not usually a fan of tattoos, I have to admit that Joel’s just added to his sexiness. I drank in the way he seemed to glide and strut at the same time, like he owned this beach, this ocean and he was finally coming home in a sense. I could tell that he was trying not to break down as we arrived at the beach. I can only imagine the feelings he may be experiencing after being locked up for over ten years. I know he doesn't want to show emotions in front of me; most men don't want to appear weak. But I would never think of him as weak for having emotions. I gave him several minutes to be alone in his thoughts while I pondered myself on the last few days. I know that we both genuinely care for each other but where does that leave us? Joel was right when he said it's not practical for me to leave Alaska. I have my family and my job there and I’m not even su

Miranda POV Arriving home and getting back on track with work and my normal daily schedule was much more challenging than I thought it would be. My trip to see Joel get released was more than I would have expected and now that I am home I feel an emptiness that I was not anticipating. I knew we were becoming so much more than friends even before he got out, but I did not expect to feel the level of connection that I had while I was there. I had wanted to be there for those first special moments of freedom and being there created an indescribable bond between us.I didn't really know how he was feeling until I broke down, just before getting on the plane. Joel was so tender with me and confirmed that what he said to his mom was what he was really feeling. He actually did want to continue our relationship and explore him moving to Alaska so we could really see what can come from this relationship. I couldn't be happier. Well, that's not true. Long distance relationships are no joke

Miranda POV It's been a couple weeks since our fight and I still miss Joel terribly. I have been keeping myself busy hanging out with Amanda, not at the bars, but we have been to a couple of wine and paint nights, and I am finally the proud owner of that giant dolphin painting that I always dreaded. I guess it could be worse. My brother has also been surprisingly supportive, calling to check on me daily and he's even hanging out at my house more too. He's been over four times in the last two weeks, cooking dinner and watching movies in the evenings. He doesn't say much, but his presence makes all the difference and helps distract me. In fact, he’s here right now, laying on the couch with Beebs, vegging out on some reality show where they leave a bunch of single people in the jungle for a month to fend for themselves. I’m thankful. The evenings are the hardest as these are the times Joel and I would have marathon phone conversations; lying in bed, laughing before drifting off to