She sticks out a bent leg, using her foot to push my jeans all the way to the ground. Reaching down, I remove my underwear, and here I am, standing in front of her fully in the knowledge that, just like me, she's seeing the person I've become since we've been apart. I'm not just bigger, stronger, tattooed. I've had experiences, grown, learned lessons. Just as she has.
Leaning over, I push gently against Autumn's shoulders until she is lying down in the center of the bed. My hand glides up the inside of her leg, and when I get to the apex, still sheathed in clothing, her muscles tighten. I cross over, dragging my hand down the inseam of her other thigh.
Autumn's hands fist my sheets. "I can't take it," she says, her tone pleading.
A sly grin crosses my face as I bend, placing my lips at the inside crease of her knee, feathering kisses up her thigh. Heat radiates from her center, and when my lips reach that part of her, I breathe deeply, adding my own hot breath. Her hips lift, the fabric of what's left of her outfit pressing against my mouth.
I grasp the bottom half of her outfit in two hands and swiftly pull it down over her hips, taking her matching white thong along with it.
After discarding them, I stare down at her. She is naked, gloriously naked, and in my bed. How many times have I envisioned this, only to be overtaken by reality, a reminder that my chance at my greatest love had passed me by?
Reaching out, she grabs my hardness and starts to softly stroke it up and down, making me lose all train of thought. Autumn's tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she bites the bottom one gently. As new as this grown-up version of Autumn is to me, I know what this means. She is done talking.
Well,good. So am I.
I lean forward, one knee coming to rest on the edge of the bed. Both hands scrape across Autumn's smooth skin, riding up her thighs, gliding over her hips and into the middle of her body. My eyes on hers so I can watch her, my fingers drift down lower, dragging through her wet heat. Her legs splay open wider, her gaze urging me on. Soft mewls drip from her mouth, and when I can't take it anymore, can't go another moment without feeling her, I sit back, reaching into my nightstand and grabbing a condom.
Autumn lifts her head, watching me roll it on. A memory creeps in, reminding me of before, of how she always looked away at this part.
The memory disappears as swiftly as it appeared.
I hover over Autumn, hands on either side of her head, pressing into the mattress. We are nose to nose, pounding heart to pounding heart.
Autumn's fingernails dig into my shoulders.
"Are you ready?" I ask, lightly nudging her nose with the tip of my own.
"Yes," she says, the word fractured by her heavy breath.
With one thrust, I fill her, and I'm transported to a time when life was easy, when loving Autumn and going to class was all I had to worry about. She moans with pleasure, her nails raking down my back.
Her body feels just as I remember.
I seize her lips with my own, kissing her deeply, my tongue searching.
Her mouth tastes just as I remember.
We part for a breath and I inhale deeply, my nose pressed to her hairline.
She smells just as I remember.
"Owen," Autumn moans, her hands gliding over my back, down over my ass, gripping me. "You feel so good. Better than I remember."
"For me too, love," I murmur, a small part of me realizing I've just called her the name I used to use before. If she notices, she doesn't say anything.
I'm not fast. I'm not slow. This isn't fucking, or making love. It's two battered hearts meeting in the middle, finally finding solace from pain caused long ago.
I reach between us and swipe my thumb over her most sensitive spot, rubbing small circles there. Dipping my head between us, I lap my tongue over her nipple and she moans, deep and guttural.
Autumn's legs press into my thighs and her muscles begin to quake as I continue my rocking motion. Her breath comes in waves, one on top of the other, her chest rising and falling in faster tempo. I increase my pace, setting a fierce rhythm, and Autumn explodes beneath me. I hold her, kiss her mouth, swallow her sounds, making certain I've drained her of every last drop of her orgasm.
She kisses me with ferocity, winding weak legs around my lower back. I try to hold off, working to bring her to another high, but I've just held my love in my arms while she went to pieces beneath me, and I can't stop it from happening.
Forehead pressed to hers, I fill her completely one last time, my heartbeat erratic. My muscles stiffen and jerk, and this time Autumn kisses me, drinking in my pleasure.
Sticky, sweaty, sated, I collapse on top of her with my heart beating wildly in my chest. Autumn keeps her legs wrapped around me, running her calf up and down over my backside.
We're quiet as we lay there, our thudding hearts slowing. I press a kiss to her temple and roll off her, walking to the attached bathroom and stepping inside. I discard the condom and wash my hands, then walk back out.
