Each confession lands on my body like a vow.
Each one melts something old and wounded inside me.
“Nathan, please,” I beg.
I slide my hands beneath his shirt, tracing the warm ridges of muscle, feeling the tremble in him that mirrors my own.He shudders, dropping his forehead to mine, eyes squeezed shut like he’s overwhelmed.
“You have me, Sparky,” he breathes, voice ragged, “All of me.Christ, you’re so fucking wet.So tight.Ad, you’re everything.”
His fingers push inside my tight, aching pussy, and I moan and flex my hips.
He kisses me again—longer, deeper, until I can’t tell where his breath ends and mine begins.
The rest of our clothes fall away in quick, tender pieces.
Skin meets skin.
Heat meets heat.
And all the years between us collapse into nothing.
Nathan growls against my lips, applying more pressure against my clit.He curls his fingers, then he finds it—that secret spot that sends more fluid leaking between my legs.
“Come for me, Sparky.Let me feel this pretty pussy squeeze my fingers, then I’ll fill you with my cock.You want that?”
I nod, because I’m close.So close.
“That’s my girl.Christ, I can feel you trembling.You’re close?”
“S’close.”
“So good.Come, Ad.Come for me, right now, so I can fuck you bare on this couch.”
I scream his name, and barely register the fact that he’s rearing up, spreading my legs wide.He’s so goddamn sexy.His muscled chest is heaving, and his eyes are glowing with passion when he finally sinks into me.
And me?I’m so gone for him—completely undone—because this doesn’t feel like sex.
It feels like coming home after being lost for half my life.
It feels like forgiveness and belonging and the truth neither of us dared speak until now.
It feels like love—real and fierce and terrifying—crashing through me in a tidal wave I’m helpless to resist.
His fingers lace with mine.
His forehead presses to mine.
His breath breaks on my lips as he whispers my name like a prayer he’s been saving for years.
And as he moves with me—slow, deep, reverent—I realize something with absolute clarity.
I am his.
I’ve always been his.
And somehow, impossibly, he’s mine, too.
He rocks against me.That big, gloriously thick dick of his is stretching my pussy, the base pressing perfectly up against my bundle of nerves.
