"Jesus, Betty." My arms trembled with the effort of holding back. "You feel incredible."
"More," she gasped. "I need more."
I sank the rest of the way in with one smooth thrust, and we both cried out. For a moment, I couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything but feel the absolute rightness of being inside her.
"Are you okay?" I managed.
"I'm perfect." She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Now move. Please."
I pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then thrust forward again. Hard and deep. She moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I felt my control start to slip.
"You feel so good," I groaned. "So fucking good. I'm not going to last long."
"I don't care." She moved her hips against mine, meeting each thrust. "Just don't stop."
I set a rhythm, hard and deep and relentless. The bed creaked beneath us. The headboard slammed against the wall. Betty's cries grew louder with each thrust, her body arching into mine, her inner walls clenching around me like she never wanted to let go.
"That's it, baby," I growled in her ear. "Take me. Take all of me."
"Harder," she begged. "Please, harder."
I gave her what she asked for. Pounded into her with everything I had, my hips snapping against hers, my cock driving deep into her core. The sounds filling the room were obscene, skin slapping against skin, her moans mixing with my groans, the wet sound of our bodies joining.
"I'm close," she gasped. "Hudson, I'm so close."
"Come for me." I reached between us, finding her clit with my thumb, rubbing it in tight circles. "Come on my cock, Betty. Let me feel it."
She shattered with a scream, her whole body convulsing around me. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock so hard I saw stars, and I followed her over the edge moments later.
My orgasm hit me like a freight train. I buried myself to the hilt and came with a guttural roar, pumping everything I had into her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me until I was completely empty.
I collapsed on top of her, barely remembering to catch my weight on my elbows so I didn't crush her. We lay there, panting, trembling, still connected in the most intimate way possible.
I rolled to the side, slipping out of her, and pulled her into my arms. She curled against me immediately, her head on my chest, her leg thrown over mine.
"I forgot," she said quietly.
"Forgot what?"
"What it felt like. Being with you." She traced patterns on my chest. "I'd convinced myself I'd exaggerated it in my memory. That it couldn't have been as good as I remembered."
"And?"
"It was better." She lifted her head to look at me, and the emotion in her eyes made my chest ache. "How is it better?"
"Because we're not kids anymore." I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "We know what we want. What we need. And we're not afraid to take it."
She kissed me softly, then settled back against my chest.
"Hudson?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm falling in love with you again."
My heart stopped. Then restarted at twice its normal speed.
"I never stopped loving you," I said quietly. "Not for a single day. Through everything, you were always there. In my head. In my heart. You're the reason I survived the last ten years, Betty. The thought of you. The hope that maybe, someday, I'd get another chance."
