We’re both too worked up for any more foreplay, and no doubt I’ll regret it later—not having given her that, not having tasted her—but a quick glide of my fingers between her folds tells me she’s ready. I meet her eyes then, so many years of need, of longing wrapped up in this moment. She bites her lip and nods her consent before I push in, holding her gaze while I fill her for the first time in more than a decade and a half.
Steph sucks in a sharp breath, her muscles fluttering around me at the intrusion, and I drop my face into her neck. The fit is so good, so right, I want to cry.
“Perfect,” I groan against her skin. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
And shedoes.
Her slickness. Her heat—being inside her again, so deep. I ache with the need to move. It’s been … so long. Too long, since I’ve held her like this. Since I’ve felt her move beneath me. But I hold myself still, allowing her the time she needs to adjust, but also steeling myself so I don’t fucking spill inside her at the very next clench of her tight pussy. She moans, then writhes against me, the movement causing me to sink even deeper. Another clench of her muscles has me grunting.
“Steph,” I grit out. “If you keep doing that, this isn’t going to last long.”
“I don’t need that. It doesn't have to be perfect,” she pants. “I just need you. Now move.Please.”
So I do, pulling back slowly, then rolling my hips into her. I find my rhythm, stroking languidly at first, marveling in the delicious friction as I let our bodies get reacquainted.
Fuck, it’s just like I remembered, but so much better.
I loved her when we were together like this as teens, but now, with all the history that’s passed between us, with the time we’ve spent reconnecting, and all of our secrets finally laid bare, it’s a whole new level of intimacy. It’s transcendent. Life-affirming and life-altering.
“Don’t stop,” she whines, and I pick up the pace.
“Not a chance, baby. We’re just getting started,” I promise between thrusts.
And I don’t just mean sex.
I claim her mouth once more in a bruising kiss, desperate for more, deeper, my tongue tangling with hers, swallowing her moans.
Possessiveness surges through me, and I increase my pace, driving her higher and higher with my hips. Her needy cries echo in my brain, the sounds driving me feral.
“You’re mine now, baby. Only mine.”
She moans her agreement, but I need to hear the words, even if only in the heat of the moment.
“Say it, Steph.”
“I’m yours.”
“Nobody else’s.” I push. “You were always meant to be mine, weren’t you, baby?”
“Yes.”
“This pussy is mine too, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she breathes out again. “Yours.”
The noise that rumbles up from deep in my chest is guttural, animalistic. I drive my hips in a near-punishing rhythm as I take out all of my emotions on her body.
And Steph?
Shelovesit.
She thrashes beneath me, emitting noises that only serve to drive my desperation higher.
It’s heady.
Frenzied and wild.
Her muscles clamp down tight around me, and I know she’s close. Thank fucking God, because that familiar pressure is building at the base of my spine and I’m in danger of losing all control.
