“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she says, her hands exploring the cut lines of my chest and abs. My skin ignites under her touch, and I bend down, taking her mouth in mine. The tension between us snaps the minute our lips meet, and the kiss turns into a filthy mix of clashing teeth and twisting tongues.
Moaning, she pulls back. “Fuck me, Ev,” she begs. “I don’t want to wait.”
“Gladly. How do you want me?”
She hesitates for a moment, and my cock pulses in anticipation with what she’s going to say. It feels as if no time has passed, like we do this all the time.
“From behind,” she says, rolling out from underneath me and positioning herself flat on her stomach with her head on her pillow.
Following her lead, I grip her hips firmly, pulling upward so that her ass is in the air. She gasps when I touch her, and a feral need overtakes me as I rake my hands over her soft skin, reveling in the view.
“Don’t be gentle,” she demands as I line myself up.
With one hand remaining firmly on her hip, I pull her back into me and let out a low groan as I slowly sink into her. Pushing forward, I gasp as her tight, perfect cunt strangles my cock.
“Fuck,” she breathes out, drawing out the ending sound of the word. “You feel so fucking good.”
This is nothing like it was four years ago. It’s better, which I didn’t think was possible. Sex with Claire was always good, but this—this is magic.
She pushes her hips into me as I pump forward.
“Is that all you got?” she asks, peering back at me over her shoulder. A smirk paints her face, and wild lust pulses through me.
This isn’t the first time she’s challenged me, but just like it did four years ago, it ignites something within me. My free hand knots in her hair, tugging a little harder than I should, and my hips continue to drive forward.
“More,” she says. “Give me more.”
I pull on her hair a little harder, causing her back to arch and her ass to grind against me. The moan that leaves her mouth threatens to end the fun we’re having prematurely, so I slow down because I don’twant this to end.
Letting go of her hair, I bend forward. Covering her body with mine, I pause my movements and try to regain control. She needs to come again.
Raking my teeth along her ear, I whisper, “You always looked so pretty when you let me fuck you like this.”
Another moan falls past her lips, and she pushes back into me again, desperate for movement. One of my hands wraps under her waist. Finding her clit, I begin to toy with it.
“Please,” she begs, attempting to writhe underneath me.
“I always liked how needy your cunt was when it came to me,” I say. “How no matter what, you were desperate for me to fuck you. Desperate for me to play with you like this.”
I quicken my circles, and she rocks back into me.
“Well, then give me what I want,” she says, her voice breathy.
I sit up and run my free hand down her spine. Her skin erupts with goosebumps, and she throws her hips backward into me again.
Continuing to tease her sensitive nub, I push my hips forward, tilting them slightly so that I can create the pressure I know she craves.
Her hand finds mine. “Harder,” she insists, replacing my hand with hers and beginning to play with herself. “Fuck me harder.”
Her fingers move in precise circles, and I grip both of her hips, pulling her tightly against me.
Pressure builds as I watch her pleasure herself while I fuck her. Her face is buried in her pillow. Her dark waves are strung all around her.
“Yes, Everett,” she yells, her voice muffled. “I’m so close.”
In the past, I knew that there was no future between us, but as I watch her body move underneath me—watch her take me so well—I question if that still holds true today. The thought of being able to repeat this again, with her, pushes me closer to the edge, and I do my best to shake the thought.
Over and over, I thrust my hips forward, fighting the feelings I’ve had for four years. The sound of the creaking bed frame and the headboard knocking against the wall distracts me, but when my eyes rake over her and I see the look of euphoria painting her face in the dim light, thoughts of what could be come rushing back, threatening to catapult me over the finish line.
