“I’m ready.”
He grinned. He grasped my hips and guided me so I moved up and down on his cock.
The rhythm was achingly familiar. Seventeen years vanished in a heartbeat as his intense gaze met mine.
He ran his hands up my belly and tweaked my nipples.
My cock leaked.
He grinned. Yeah, he hadn’t forgotten how to bring me to a frenzy in a short span of time. “I thought you wanted this to last.”
“Oh, I hear refractory periods are a thing. We’ve got all night, baby. I intend for you to be sore in all the right places tomorrow.”
My cock leaked more precum as I continued a steady rhythm. My prostate sang with each thrust, and I had to fight to keep myemotions in check.Can’t have you bawling while he’s fucking you.
Except this wasn’t fucking. This was us—reconnecting. This was us finding a sense of belonging that had been missing in my life all these years. This was us searching for a way to make things work. We could still be together if we were no longer compatible sexually—but it sure helped we were on the same page.
He encircled my cock with his large hand. Experimentally, he gave it a tug.
I gasped. “Yeah, that works.”
Again, he grinned.
I continued to ride him as he jerked me off.
“Don’t want to come before you.” I pushed the words out through gritted teeth.
“Please do. I need you to come, Anderson. More than you’ll ever know.”
I believed him. Even as he continued to work my cock, my balls drew up. “I’m coming.”
He twisted his wrist—applying just the right amount of pressure to push me right over the edge.
Cum spurted out of me as my body flew high and light exploded behind my eyes. My vision narrowed as the orgasm overtook me entirely.
He grasped my hips and thrust upward with force. Then he held himself still as he stiffened. He closed his eyes and arched his neck as his body trembled.
When I started come down, I took stock. Cum everywhere? Yep. Totally blissed out? For certain. No longer able to keep myself upright? Yes to that as well. So I flopped onto his chest and he slipped from me. A feeling of emptiness overwhelmed me and, again, the tears threatened.
Then he wrapped his massive arms around me and I held me close. He whispered in my ear, “I never forgot you. And I never will.”
Chapter Eight
Jarrod
Inever forgot you. And I never will.
As I heated up some chocolate lava cake, those words came back to me.
I’d whispered them.
Anderson had cuddled against me.
And he’d promptly fallen asleep.
Sheesh.
Eventually, he’d rolled off and curled into a ball. Tempted as I was to spoon him and hold him forever, a couple of things couldn’t wait—the condom and the sticky cum all over me.
