Every part of my body is reacting. From my head to my toes and all parts in between, including my sensitive area that longs to be touched.
“Tell me to get up and leave,” I plead, with my throat feeling dry.
His mouth quirks out, and Nash’s eyes remain persistent with his beliefs. “I’m selfish, remember? You were mine first, so you know I won’t tell you to run.”
I nod gently, aware that the inevitable is happening.
Slowly we both lean in to let our lips meet. It’s a softer kiss than earlier today, sensual and longing spilling out. I hate as much as I love how our mouths perfectly fit.
Our tongues delve in with their tips gently tickling each other, making me want more. Nash cradles my head between his hands to kiss me deeper, to hold onto me so I won’t fall. In truth, I already did within.
A murmur fills my throat, and I grip his arms, wanting to ensure that I stay completely in place because I don’t want to escape this time. Our mouths part only to find one another again, this time more fervent and insistent. We are past going slow.
I feel my body naturally lead and guide Nash to sit back, and I adjust my legs until I’m straddling him, with our mouths still intact for a kiss, except his hands drop to my waist, his fingers sneaking under the fabric of my tank top. He slowly drags my shirt up, and I want more, too. My hands search between us for his shirt, and I begin to tug as I want it gone. He abandons me for a second to whip his shirt up and off. Meanwhile, I finish the job of getting my own shirt off, leaving me in a bra.
My head falls back as Nash’s mouth brushes down my throat to my collarbone that he kisses gently. I place the palms of my hands against his bare chest to create a little space. I check in that we’re really going to do this. It appears that all our fears have vanished. With urgency, we return to our exploration of one another. Nash’s lips graze my cleavagewhile his fingers work the clasp behind me. Instantly, my breasts peek out, and his mouth begins to tease my nipple. Everything in me is painfully throbbing for his touch.
Dampness from my pussy seeps through my yoga pants, and I swirl my hips against him. Nash always liked to lead and could read my body, always giving me what I needed. It seems now is no different. He guides me back until my head lands on a cushion, and he hovers over me while we kiss.
But my lips feel vacant when he sits up on his knees to pull my yoga pants down while I raise my legs. His eyes are on me, hungry.
“My beautiful Summer,” he whispers. The pants find a home on the floor, and his wicked eyes warn me as his mouth coasts up my legs, slowing on my thighs for a few soft kisses and giving me agony in anticipation.
“Nash.”
He teases my thighs with his lips, drawing lazy patterns. His fingers slide up and rub against my panties. I’m not ashamed how soaked I am for him, and he’s pleased as he moans in response. Slipping under the fabric to glide along my pussy, he finds my clit, and my entire body tilts up in response. Nash’s palm splays against my stomach to calm me, and I’m rewarded with his mouth kissing me over the fabric on that sensitive spot.
“Don’t stop.” I breathe out my torture.
He pauses for a second. “I never wanted to.” Then he returns to worshipping me.
Except his sentence had more meaning. He never wanted to leave and stop us all those years ago… but loyalty got in the way.
My eyes close, taking in the overflow of desire, feeling my panties disappear, and the sound of Nash’s zipper filling my ears.
“Tell me I can take you like this.” It’s not a question, more of a plea.
I lick my lips. “I have an IUD. And I know you would never…” It doesn’t matter about logistics now. He would never hurt me physically.
“I want to get lost in you again,” he mutters as he parts my thighs open and kisses me by my knee.
I’m already lost in him, this, everything.
The moment he enters me with just his tip, we both moan together. It’s been too long, and our tension incinerates as he pumps deeper until I’m full and stretched. Every move causing tremors through my body.
“Summer.” His warm breath tickles me, and his mouth caresses my breast as he gently thrusts inside me.
My nails scrape his back to bring him deeper. It sets him off, and our pace changes to a hurried need to let go together. With our eyes connected, it’s intense as our bodies become one with him inside me, which is why we let go.
I’ve needed him.
It’s all clear to me now.
I’ve missed him. That I already knew.
When we settle into an embrace in our afterglow, with Nash tossing a blanket from the back of the sofa over us and my head resting firmly against his chest, there is another thought that hits me.
I was supposed to end up back in his arms.
