I bit my lip and shook my head, my body tensing with arousal.
He released my hand, but his fingers continued sliding in and out of me. “Does he make you come?” he asked, his face hovering over mine.
It felt unfair to answer that, even though David already knew.
He growled from his chest. “I’m still the only one. That part of you is mine.” He withdrew his hand, and I lifted my hips as he removed my panties with unnecessary concentration.
“David,” I begged again.
He kissed the inside of my knee. “What, baby?”
“I’m ready. Now.”
“You are more than ready,” he answered. My panties dropped, and he climbed back over me. He locked his lips on mine and made love to my mouth, softly and sweetly, ignoring my demand. “I was rough with you last time.” His words were careful, like his kisses and caresses. “Now that I have you again, I’ll fuck you slow so I can savor every second of it.”
I gasped, growing even wetter from his words but also with frustration that he wasn’t already inside me. My frustration grew when he stood up. I rose onto my knees and watched him pluck his pants from the floor, raiding the pockets.
I waited at the edge of the bed. We were playing with fire, and what scared me most was that I was lucid enough to stop it. But all I wanted was to cover myself in his broad, defined shoulders and spend our precious moments nestled in his smattering of chest hair.
I reached out for him. There was a crinkle of foil, and he produced a condom.
“I want to feel you, David, all of you, everything,” I ranted as he rolled it over his cock.
“You will, baby, you will. In time. When you’re mine.” I bit my bottom lip eagerly, and in that moment, I believed him. I never removed my eyes from him, scared even to blink and miss a millisecond of his beauty.
He crawled over me so I had to move onto my back, then placed his lips on mine and trailed kisses down my neck. His hips found their place between my legs. My hands rejoiced over the hot skin of his hard, muscled back. He cupped my jaw and looked down on me. “Are you sure about this?” he asked with surprising tenderness.
I’d wanted to be this close to him for so long. The thought of losing him now chilled me to the bone, triggering a tremble through my body. “I’ve been empty since I left you,” I whispered to him. “I need this—I need you, one last time.”
“But I need more.” Unable to comfort him with words, I reached between us. “I need more,” he repeated. His low whisper rumbled into a groan when I touched him, and he grew stiffer in my hand.
He reached down, too, and wrapped his hand around mine. We both watched as we positioned the crown of his cock against my opening. “Please, I’m so ready,” I insisted as my folds quivered. I flexed my hand around him, urging him in.
He looked back at me. “I like you slow,” he said. “I can see on your face how bad you want it.”
“I want it,” I breathed, “bad.”
With our eyes locked on each other, he eased into me until he was buried to the base. I exhaled with a loud moan. He was so swollen and hard inside of me, the thought alone coiled my insides. His thrusts began short, like he wanted deeper than our bodies would allow. He gathered me in his arms and flipped us over, keeping me against him. One hand splayed against my lower back, and the other higher, pushing my compliant breasts against the hard surface of his chest.
I straightened up to deepen the angle and stilled, drowning in the feeling of having him wholly inside me. I lifted and sank back onto him while bracing myself on his abs. I felt them flex as he sat up and secured my body in his big arms.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, clearing my hair from my face. I could see into him, read the adoration, the desire, the hurt in his eyes.
“It’s you,” I breathed. “You’re what I need, David. Make me whole again.”
He groaned and covered the sides of my face with his big hands. My mouth parted, and I sucked in a breath as I began to rock onto him. He touched the tip of his nose to mine, and I transferred every heartbeat from my mouth to his while he lapped them up greedily.
His hand slid behind my neck and stayed there, demanding my eyes on him. “Wrap yourself around me,” he said. I squeezed his shoulders and crossed my legs behind him. He gasped in a way that sounded almost pained when I undulated faster. “That’s it,” he panted. His hands fixed possessively over my hips and guided me onto him.
I dropped my head into the crook of his neck. Giving the control over to him drove me quickly to the edge. “Yes,” I breathed against him. Without thinking I bit his shoulder, and he let out a guttural groan. His hands jumped up to my waist, urging our bodies to meet faster as his fingers flexed into my skin.
“I can feel your body reacting,” he whispered fiercely with the tightening of my insides. “I can feel you getting close.”
I looked into his face. Everything I had been bottling released into my bloodstream, seeping into my bones, begging for an outlet. “David,” I cried with stuttered breaths, crushing his shoulders with my hands.
“I’m here, baby,” he responded, his own voice ragged and shallow. “Let go. I’m here.” Our fingers dug into each other at the same moment. Holding my gaze, he growled from his chest, and I bore down on him. His muscles tensed and contracted underneath my hands, and I watched, rapt, as he gave in. The raw pleasure in his face as he climaxed pushed me over the edge. I came onto him with a body-wracking orgasm that shot waves from my core to the surface of my skin. As my body heated with bliss, I called out for him. Months of simmering loneliness bubbled over, and I collapsed into his arms with unsolicited sobs.
He wrapped me up tightly as his shoulders heaved with deep breaths. “I’m here, baby, I’m here,” he repeated into my hair. “I’ve got you.”
