Finally breaking free of the kiss, I let myself get a good look at the intricate browns and golds in his eyes. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Anything you want, baby.”
“I have condoms in the top drawer.” I point in the direction of my dresser and watch as Denver strolls across the room to retrieve one. Every muscle in his unfairly perfect body ripples and flexes with each step.
“I don’t want to know why you have condoms.” Denver’s voice carries a tinge of jealousy and possessiveness.
I take the packet from his hand, and slowly tear open the wrapper. “We’vebothhad sex with other people in the last decade, and I stole free condoms from the hospital I worked at.”
A grumble starts in his chest, but is promptly stopped by me rolling the condom over the tip of his cock. Replaced by a resoundingfuck.When it’s rolled to the base of his shaft, I give him two slow pumps.
“But Den, you’re the only one I’ve ever truly wanted. It’s you, only ever you.” I kiss him, stroking him slowly.
“Come here, baby.” A hand cradling my skull, he slowly lowers me onto my back, then does a sweep of his palm under my head, making my hair splay out in every direction on the pillow. “I need you to know something, though.”
I blink up at him, pressing my heels into his hamstrings. I need his thick cock inside me, instead of the position we’re in, with the head inadvertently teasing me. Slipping up through the wetness, lightly grazing my clit, and sliding back down until it’s positioned at my entrance. Over and over like a metronome clock counting down to my collapse.
“If we do this, everything else is over.” He kisses my jaw. “If you’re talking to some prissy bitch boy back in the city, it’s done. I’m not sharing. I’m not risking losing you to somebody else. I’m going to keep you for life this time.”
“There’s nobody else.” I tangle my hands in his hair, forcing his brown eyes to meet mine. “There never was.”
“There never will be, either.” His cock slides into me in one smooth motion, and for a few seconds neither of us moves, allowing me to adjust to him with focused breaths. Despite the slight sting before my muscles relax around his cock, having our bodies intertwined, and his lips pressed to mine, feels like coming home.
All the years feeling like I was missing something, I was homesick. But not for Wells Canyon. I was homesick for him.
For this.
My happy place.
I spent forever trying to forget Denver Wells. And having him claim me again makes me realize it was all for nothing, because I’ve always belonged to him. Arguing that fact was pointless.
With unhurried passion, we kiss and muffle each other’s moans, like he suspected we would. There’s comfort and love in his languid movement when he pulls back out before slowly filling me again. I explore every inch of his skin with my hands, skirting down his torso and cradling his firm ass, while he licks and sucks on my breasts, giving them the attention they so often don’t get because of their smaller size. And pumps into me, slow and steady, like a calm heartbeat.
When our eyes meet between kisses, I regret every single decision I made in the past. I hate that I haven’t had him like this every day. I hate that I broke us—broke him—and I can’t help but feel like my life would’ve been better if I had stayed here.
“Baby,” he says, stilling while fully seated inside me. “Why are you crying, Bear? Do you need me to stop?”
Oh God, am I seriously crying?
I swipe under my eyes, frustrated when my fingers turn up wet. “No, I’m just…I’m fine, honest.”
Seeing right through my weak attempt at hiding my feelings, he gives me a look—refusing to move a muscle, even as my heels press to the backs of his thighs.
“Okay,fine.I’m overwhelmed…. Can you hold me? But don’t stop. Just hold me.”
If he thinks the request is bizarre, he doesn’t say anything. One hand weaves into my hair, while the other wipes my eyes. And he doesn’t let go, even as tears dampen my hair and the pillow. With our foreheads pressed together, he kisses me slowly, his tongue pushing past my lips to fill my mouth the same way his cock is filling my core.
Slipping a hand between us, Denver locates my clit andtenderly massages in time with his thrusts, until my nails are creating small crescent moons in his back, and he’s kissing me out of necessity to dampen my needy cries.
“Shhh. I know, baby,” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of my ear. His fingers pick up the pace on my clit, and each deep thrust has me ready to come undone. With every sound I make—and every tear rolling past my temple—he simply whispers, “I know, baby. I know.”
And I run my hands through his hair, desperate for all of him. Sinking the back of my head into the pillow and biting my lip, rolling my hips to feel him as deep as possible.
“That’s it.That’s my girl. As beautiful under me as I remember,” he says softly. “Come for me, baby. Let go.”
I whimper, eyes squeezed shut, doing my best to keep quiet as the tension builds between my legs. My skin’s crawling with the need for release, and I shove a corner of the comforter in my mouth, racked with so much pleasure I need to scream. And in one crashing wave of gratification and emotion, I relax from head to toe.
Even with my legs shaking, tears pooled on my pillow, he doesn’t stop kissing me, holding me, loving me.
