There’d be time for slow, gentle sex later, when we were both exhausted.
Right now, I wanted his cock inside me as soon as humanly possible.
“Lube,” I demanded, and Hayden laughed into my mouth as he pulled a brand new tube and a handful of condoms out from under the other pillow without breaking the kiss.
“Impatient,” he said, but he’d already cracked the tube open, so I wasn’t the only one.
“This is the most patient I’ve been in as long as I can remember. I’ve been waiting for this for weeks.”
“Poor Wes,” Hayden teased. “You must have suffered.”
“You have no idea,” I murmured, kissing the bridge of his nose, the tip, his lips, his chin. “I wanna be on top,” I added against the curve of his ear, hearing him swallow thickly in response.
“You’re already on top,” Hayden said, voice rough already.
“Mmhmm,” I said, turning my face to kiss my way down his neck, running my hands over secret sensitive places, places I remembered, places I’d been dying to touch for so long. “And I’m staying that way.”
“You’ll have to take those jeans off eventually,” Hayden pointed out, slick fingers already exploring.
“Eventually,” I agreed, leaning in for another kiss, gasping at Hayden’s touch as he finally moved his fingers where I wanted them.
I moaned into his mouth, joy exploding like fireworks in my chest at being with him again. This was bliss, touching him again after so long apart, and I couldn’t ever remember wanting anyone more.
But then, I’d never been in love before. Not like this.
Eventually—like Hayden said—I did have to struggle out of my jeans, but the way he looked at me as I undressed made the few seconds of lost contact worth it.
“Have I ever told you how good you look naked?” he asked, grinning up at me as I straddled him again.
I bent down for another kiss, humming thoughtfully while I ground against him, the feeling of skin-on-skin sending electric shocks of pleasure skittering everywhere we touched.
“Tell me again,” I murmured, nipping at his lip.
“You look really,reallygood naked,” he said, hands going straight back to my ass. “Thought so from the moment I met you.”
I snorted, breath hitching again as Hayden went back to work with his fingers, grunting as he brushed a sensitive spot, rocking against him slow and steady. I could feel his cock trapped between us, hard and thick and hot alongside my own, leaking sticky precome onto both our bellies.
“Youfeelreally good naked,” I said, grinding hard against him, spreading myself out so as much of my skin was touching as much of his skin as possible.
“So do you,” Hayden whispered against my lips, grinding just as hard against me, free hand tracing patterns on my thigh as he worked his fingers into me.
Being near him again felt so good that I could’ve come just like this, but I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t settling for less.
The moment I sank down onto Hayden’s cock, I was happy again. For the first time since he’d left, I didn’t feel like a part of me was missing anymore.
I rested my forehead against his, eyes falling closed. For a handful of heartbeats, all I wanted to do wasfeelhim.
I’d missed him so much.
The room filled with the sounds of the mattress creaking, sheets rustling, the two of us sighing and gasping as we moved together, Hayden’s hands roaming all over my skin, mine curled around his shoulders, holding on tight.
“Missed this,” I whispered between deep, needy kisses, heat building in the pit of my stomach. “Missed you.”
“Missed you,” Hayden agreed, fingers tightening, possessive.
There was no rush now that we were together, just the slow build of heat and need and pressure. I still remembered every tiny signal Hayden made, the way his breath hitched, the way his hips jerked, the bite of his kisses when he was close.
He watched me with dark, glittering eyes as I sat back, stroking myself as I teetered on the edge, fingers tightening on my thighs as he rocked into me, hips speeding up.
