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“Thank god, because I don’t have condoms in this room,” he chuckles before he’s back on top of me, my legs hooking around his waist as he wastes no time, easing his way inside of me.

A groan comes out of both our mouths as he fills me up. His hips start to move in a slow, controlled pace.

“Oh, god,” I cry out. “Feels so good…”

His mouth finds mine again, shutting me up. It took a moment to adjust to his size again, and he was fully stretching me as he picked up his pace, his hips bucking more aggressively against mine.

“So good, baby,” he praises me. “You’re doing so good taking my cock.”

“Harder.” I beg.

He looks down at me, his pupils fully dilated and dark. “You sure that’s what you want?” he kisses along my jaw. “Figured you’d want to walk tomorrow.”

“I don’t give a fuck about tomorrow, Wyatt,” I say, almost in a snappy tone. “I need you to fuck me like you missed me.”

I watch the fire light up in his eyes. His pace quickens, adding more force with each thrust.

My nails dig into his back, dragging down as he continues his fast and hard pace.

He moves his hand between us, rubbing my clit with his fingers, only pushing me closer to the edge.

“Oh my god,” I roll my nipples between my fingers, head falling back against the mattress as his thrusts get messier. “Wy, I’m —”

“Nuh uh,” he tilts my chin up. “Eyes on me when you come, Ellie.” he says, using my other nickname before I come undone, my legs tensing up, hips jerking against him as my orgasm takes over my body.

As we come down together, I’m holding on to him tightly.

“Jesus Fuck…” he curses, his head resting on my shoulder as I keep my legs around his waist as he’s still inside of me.

“Still got it in you, huh?” I smirk, running my nails up and down his back. “I think I’m gonna rile you up more often,” I giggle.

He shakes his head, rolling onto his back. “Absolutely not. That was torture. It’s hard to focus during the game when all I’m thinking about is wanting to fuck you.”

I shrug. “I don’t know, I think it worked out in my favor for me.”

“It drove me crazy,” he said, looking over at me. “I didn’t like that.”

“But you did have a good game today, so maybe it actually worked out in your favor as well.” I smile at him.

He doesn’t say anything, just laughs quietly. We lay there in my bed and let the silence fill the room. I stayed pinned beneath his arm, looking up at him as his eyes fluttered closed.

I turned my body so we were face-to-face, tilting my head up to meet his lips in a kiss. A small smile curved up on his mouth as he rested his hand against my jaw, his thumb drawing small circles.

“What happens now?” I whispered.

Wyatt went still.

Neither one of us was expecting the question. I surely wasn’t expecting to ask it after sleeping with him for the first time in years.

Wyatt’s eyes opened, and he looked at me, his thumb still resting on my jaw. “I guess we’re both in it together.”

I took a deep breath, running my fingers through his hair. “I think that’s manageable.”

In the time apart, I practiced trying to get rid of any thought of Wyatt. I let the what-ifs roam in my brain with that eventual hope that maybe one day they would be real life.

Knowing that he never moved on from what we had, that’s what stuck with me the most. It was hard to fathom that he had been waiting all this time for me.

But being with Wyatt felt easy. My body hadn’t forgotten a single thing about him. About us. Nothing felt difficult or foreign to me; it was like all of the familiar emotions came flooding back. Like they were just stored in the back of my mind, waiting to be released once again.