“Look at you,” I whispered. “You’re beautiful, Mags.” I kissed her lips. “Worth the twenty-year wait just to see you.”
She laughed quietly as her arms came around me. “I hope you want to do more than just see me, because I’m about to die from needing you.”
I trailed my palms to the globes of her ass and steered her to the edge of the bed, then lowered her to sit on the mattress. Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs, took in the sight of her folds, and finally tasted her. She fell back onto her elbows with a moan as I licked her core and teased her with my tongue.
She lifted her feet to the edge of the mattress, opening up to me even more. I explored every forbidden inch of her with my mouth and fingers until she was bucking into my face, clinging to my head, moaning, whimpering, calling out to God and me in the same sexy gasp until she arched into me and shattered. Her orgasm went on, and I adjusted my touch to draw out as much pleasure from her as possible, my eyes on her gorgeous face that showed exactly what I was doing to her.
When she gasped like she couldn’t take it anymore, I peppered her inner thighs with kisses as she came down from orbit. As her breathing evened out, I trailed those kisses slowly down her leg to her ankle, savoring every inch of her smooth skin. Grabbing my jeans, I stood, pulled out my wallet for a condom, and rolled it on.
Watching her come apart had tested my limits. I wanted to bury myself deep inside her so badly I ached.
I gently scooped her up from the mattress edge and set her the right way in the bed, then crawled over her, bearing my weight on my forearms. I gazed down at her, her cheeks pink, lids heavy, a satisfied grin stretching lazily across her irresistible lips.
“You look like the cat who ate the canary,” I said.
She giggled. “More like the cat who got eaten by the canary.”
I laughed at the innuendo, not expecting something like that to come out of her mouth but loving this updated version of Magnolia. She was less proper. More casual. More…real.
Back in the day, I was crazy about her. I liked this grown-up, sexy version even more.
She cradled me between her thighs, opening herself to me. The picture she made, lying there, willing and waiting and fucking gorgeous, undid me. All my finesse was gone, my ability to bide my time in the negative numbers. Twenty years I’d waited…
I pushed inside of her impatiently, moaning at the ecstasy of her tight channel. I tried to go slow. Wanted to stretch this bliss out for hours. It only took a few thrusts for me to feel as if my body wasn’t in my control, as if I was compelled to pump harder, faster, deeper into this enthralling woman who must have cast a spell over me.
When she banded her legs around me as if to trap me in this heaven, I gave myself over to the need driving me higher, my every thought dissipating before I could catch it. I stopped trying to think, succumbed completely to the sensations, fighting to maintain enough awareness of her response so I could ensure she went over before me.
Working my hand between our bodies, I found her nub and ran my finger over it, receiving an immediate gasp as Mags arched up into me. Her head fell back as I continued to thrust into her and circled her clit with my finger until she cried out and contracted around me.
That was it for me. I careened over the edge after her, lost in a haze of euphoria.
Eventually my senses came back online as I caught my breath. My eyes still closed, I inhaled the sweet scent of Magnolia mixed with the earthy smell of sex. She let out a quiet, sensual moan of contentment as she trailed her fingers in a feather-light path over my back.
I opened my eyes to her mesmerizing blue-gray gaze and felt an instant ping of connection in my chest.
“That…” she said, still breathing hard, “was kind of incredible.”
I growled, a grin curling my lips. “Kind of?”
“More than,” she admitted, grinning back. “My brain can’t come up with better adjectives, but it was those.”
I rolled to the side of her so I wouldn’t crush her, struggling to form full thoughts, then deciding full thoughts were overrated. “Stupendous,” I muttered.
Magnolia laughed. “That’s one.” Her chest rose under my arm with her inhalation. “Spectacular.”
“Mmm, yeah,” I managed.
“Wow,” she said, rolling onto her side, into me. “Was that, like, makeup sex?”
A laugh rolled out of me. “Seeing how we were mad for eighteen years, it’s going to take more than one time to work it out.” As soon as I said it, I realized I was assuming a lot with that statement. Maybe she was only in this for closure, or maybe it really was just her way of celebrating. For me, it was instantly clear I wanted more.
“I could get behind that cause,” she whispered, running her fingers over my chest.
“Yeah? So this wasn’t just you using my body to burn off the exhilaration of the evening?”
“That’s just a side benefit.” She grinned lazily, then went serious. “It’s almost as if eighteen years of hating each other never happened. It’s like we picked up right where we left off.”
“Not exactly,” I argued. “I didn’t have the guts to get you naked back then.”
