They’d only turned on the bathroom light, so the bedroom was dark apart from the hazy late-night glow sifting through the open drapes. After the shower, Lilah felt wide awake, her skin sensitized and tingling pleasantly from head to toe, her pulse pounding heavily between her legs.
She didn’t go straight to the bed, though. She wandered over to the window, pausing to look out at the street below—quiet, but never fully empty, the buzz of the city dampened to a soft, dreamy hum. In the muted reflection, she saw Shane come up behind her, his towel already discarded. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close for a moment before moving to untuck her towel. She let it fall and kicked it aside, relishing the sensation of him at her back, warm and solid, the air in the room suddenly chilly in comparison, her nipples hardening even before his hands found them.
She whimpered as he cupped her breasts, massaging roughly, plucking at her nipples, his breath hot against her neck. “You might want to put your hands on the glass,” he murmured, dragging his lips up the line of her throat to catch her earlobe in his teeth.
She leaned forward, flinching at the first touch of her palms against the cold window, a shiver rippling through her. He pressed his mouth to the top of her spine, keeping one hand on her breast, slowly trailing the other down her stomach until it settled between her legs. The first brush of his fingers against her clit made her jolt, and she dropped her head down, unable to hold it upright anymore.
He still knew exactly how to touch her. Like he’d been thinking about it for years, waiting patiently for the chance to do it again. That thought on its own was enough to get herpulse racing twice as hard, pleasure lighting her up from the inside, her skin turning flushed and feverish. Before long, she was delirious enough to wonder how it was possible there was really only one of him behind her when it felt like he was everywhere at once: his fingers slowly teasing between her legs, his other hand still toying with her nipples, his hot mouth nipping and sucking at the most sensitive parts of her throat, low noises of satisfaction rumbling in her ear at how easily he could make her fall apart.
She rocked against him, shameless, desperate. When his index finger finally slid inside her, she gasped, clenching around him involuntarily, and he groaned against her neck.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” His voice was ragged. All she could do was moan as he added a second finger and fucked her harder with them, both of them breathing hard and fast, his other hand moving to rest on the base of her throat. “Does that feel good?”
You know it does,she wanted to say, aching pressure building in waves that already had her trembling, but it came out closer to “Unngh”; his laugh was dirty and rough and intimate. He shifted his arm and found an angle that had her crying out immediately, the heel of his hand pressing against her clit, crooking his fingers to stroke the spot inside of her that had fireworks popping behind her eyes, so good that it was almost too much.
She came quickly, sharp and surprising, her whole body seizing as the unbearable tension inside her crested and released, breaking her open. Shane held her tightly through it, his heart racing against her back. Once she recovered, though, she shrugged out of his embrace, pushing away from the window and turning to face him.
“Get on the bed.” She forced herself to sound stern, though every part of her still felt wobbly.
He obeyed so quickly that it would’ve been comical if she didn’t actually find it extremely fucking hot. He stretched out on the sheets, looking at her with hooded eyes as she stalked toward him, his hand coming down to idly stroke his erection, as hard and straining as she’d ever seen it.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
Heat flared behind his eyes as he held his hand up in surrender, before tucking them both behind his head, his biceps flexing, a husky edge to his voice. “I like it when you’re bossy.”
“I know.” It delighted her, that the push and pull between them didn’t have to end just because their animosity had.
They’d always been good together, and neither of them had exactly been virgins when they’d met, but there was something different about their dynamic now. The thrill of discovery and rediscovery. The comfort and trust that still lingered from the past. The confidence and experience they’d gained in the years apart. The gratitude that they’d had the chance to sample what else was out there but had still found their way back to each other in the end: taking what worked for them, discarding what hadn’t, ready and eager to shape it into something that was theirs and theirs alone.
She knelt between his legs and was still for a moment, drinking in the scene in front of her, the gorgeous man sprawled at her mercy.
The gorgeous man she was completely, staggeringly, once-in-a-lifetime head over heels in love with.
Something expanded in her chest, and to her chagrin, she felt tears spring to her eyes. She blinked them back. She’d never cried during sex before—other than the time in high school she’d gotten a black eye from accidentally catching a stray elbow to the face—and she wasn’t about to start now.
She refocused on the task at hand, gripping the base of his cock and giving it a long, slow lick with the flat of her tongue. His whole body jerked, and he made a noise like he’d stepped in a bear trap, the sound sending a bolt of pleasure straight between her thighs.
She still knew what he liked, too, teasing him with her lips and tongue and hands, savoring his soft, desperate moans, the way his hips twitched and bucked, his breath coming hard and fast. When she wrapped her mouth around him, relaxing her throat to take him deep, he swore loudly, his hands floating up from behind his head, one gripping the sheets, one winding tightly in her hair.
“Fuck,Lilah, you’re gonna kill me. I don’t know how much longer I can last,” he gasped, tugging on her hair. She released him with a wetpop.
“Maybe that’s good, though. Get this first one out of the way, take the edge off.”
He shook his head, laughing a little, still panting. “I’m flattered you think I have more than one round in me right now. I’m probably going to pass out as soon as I come. But I need to fuck you tonight.”
“No arguments here.” She crawled back up over his body, leaning down to kiss him, slow and deep. “You have a condom, right?”
She assumed he wouldn’t have let it get this far if he didn’t, but all the same, she was relieved when he nodded.
“Yeah. In my bag.” He rolled off the bed and went to his suitcase, rummaging around in an outer pocket before retrieving a strip and ripping one off. He squinted at it in the dim light. “Wait. Shit. How long before condoms expire?”
“I dunno. A couple years?”
“Oh, okay. We’re good, then.”
She smiled wryly, watching him rip open the foil and roll it on. “Been a while?”
He grinned, crawling back onto the bed beside her. “Maybe.” He nudged her onto her back, kneeling next to her and sliding his hand up her thigh. “I might’ve been a little distracted the past few months.”
