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He takes his tie and loops it around my wrists. It’s not tight enough to hold me, but it’s enough to slow me down.

He tears open the packet and rolls the condom over his cock. Then he climbs onto the bed above me.

I wrap my legs slowly around his hips.

Slowly, his body sinks into mine. Shoulders, chest, stomach, hips.

The strain of his tip against me.

Then every perfect inch.

Our bodies as one.

Damn. This is home. Anywhere I’m whole with him.

I soak in the sheer sensation of fullness for a moment, then I bring my lips to his.

Soft, to start. Then harder. Hungrier.

His lips part for my tongue.

My body stretches to take him.

Every part of me screams for more at once.

A million things bubble inside me. My desire to run away with him, to save him, to let him save my soul.

The sheer bliss of his body joining mine.

I dig my nails into my palms contain the feeling, but it’s not enough. So I groan his name against his throat

“Fuck, Jamie,” he gasps.

It’s perfect.

“You feel like home,” he whispers in my ear.

This isn’t like the videos I sent after I left. Or the texts I sent from the lingerie shop.

There’s no smart response on my tongue.

I don’t want to trade barbs.

I want to be here, utterly without the defenses of my sharp mind.

Vulnerable and open and completely unprotected.

I tighten the grip of my thighs, and raise my hips to meet his, pulling him deeper, taking more of him.

He lets out a low, deep groan

He’s lost in me too and seeing him surrender to his pleasure pushes mine.

It’s so fucking hot.

We move together, breathing together, hearts beating together, his steady thrusts pushing me to the edge.

Fuck, I’m close.