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“Tell me how,” she pleaded. “I want you so much.”

“On our sides for now.”

She rolled and I tucked her close, her back pressed to my chest. I cupped and teased her breasts. Rolling the hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger and listening to her whimpers. She gasped as I licked down the column of her neck and ran my hand along her side, grasping her thigh and draping it over my hip, opening her to me. My cock settled between her legs, sliding through her wet heat. I hissed at the sensation of being bathed by her. She lifted her arm, draping it around my shoulder, threading her fingers through my hair. She twisted her head, and I found her mouth, our tongues stroking, mimicking my cock dragging along her center.

I grunted in satisfaction, slowly moving my hips. Maddy guided me, the blunt, swollen head dipping inside her, and drew me in, as if welcoming me home. The heat and feel of her was incredible. So familiar and yet so new again. I stilled, and she looked up at me.

“Too much?” she asked, panicked.

“No,” I assured her, covering her mouth with mine. “I’m savoring. You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”

I moved carefully, building a slow, steady rhythm. Maddy let me control the pace, reaching behind to grab my ass and move with me. She whimpered as I slid my fingers to her clit, playing with the hard nub, amping up her pleasure. She was silken hot under my touch, her low noises and little gasps music to my ears.

I groaned. “You feel so good, Maddy. So good. I’ve missed this. Us.”

She whimpered my name. “So amazing,” she replied.

Everything boiled down to this. Now. Our touches. The sensations. The push and drag of us moving in a gentle swell of passion. My moans and grunts. Her whimpers and pleas. The way she breathed my name. The feel of her body around me. I felt her tighten, her breathing picking up. She shook, her core pulsating and gripping me tightly. She cried out, her long string of words making me chuckle, even as I felt my own orgasm building.

“Oh my God, Cap’n Crunch. Frosted Flakes. Snap. Crackle. Pop!”

I had to shut my eyes as ecstasy took over. It was powerful, heady, and intense. I kissed her, needing her taste in my mouth as I succumbed to the orgasm burning through me. It shook me to my core, and I felt a slight twinge that I ignored as the pleasure shot through my body. It peaked and ebbed, until I was spent.

Sated. Flooded with endorphins. Filled with elation.

Exhausted.

I pulled back from Maddy’s mouth but kept her tucked against me. She shivered, and I found the blanket, tugging it over us. For a moment, neither of us spoke.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m good.”

“That was, ah, yeah. Wow.”

“Pretty damn wow,” she replied. “We’re a mess, though.”

“Don’t care. I like being messy with you.” I paused and nipped her neck.

We were silent for a moment, bathing in the afterglow. I kissed her head.

“Are you hungry?”

“Why?”

“You rattled off three cereal names that time.”

“Oh. Maybe a little. But I can wait until breakfast.”

I slipped from her, and she rolled to face me. Her hair was a disaster, and I brushed it off her cheeks and forehead, pressing kisses to her face. Her eyes, forehead, cheeks, nose. As many as she let me before she giggled and turned her head. Then I captured her mouth and kissed her deeply. “Spectacular makeup, first-time-back-together, recovery sex.”

She laughed. “That’s a long name.”

“Sort of a package deal.”

“Are you all right?”

I moved a little, pleased that I seemed fine. “I’m great.” I smiled at her. “Are you a little more relaxed?”