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He isn’t wearing underwear.

I can see the base of his cock, the hard shaft lying to the left and down his thigh. His hair is trimmed short above the girth while his happy trail blends in seamlessly with it. I’ve always loved all his hair. It’s scattered along his chest and stomach, coarse hair a shade darker than the dirty blonde locks hanging to his shoulders.

“How can you expect me to remember anything when you’re above me like this?” I lick my lips, trailing my hands up his body, and my fingers brush through the hair I’m so fascinated with. “I’ve missed this body,” I say so low, so quiet, I don’t expect him to hear me.

He tugs his jeans off, his cock slapping against his stomach when it’s finally free. I swallow when I see it, my pussy becoming wetter, my body becoming needier for him. I trail my fingers down the vein filling his cock with scolding desire. Wrapping my hand around him, I stroke his shaft, the skin velvet under my palm.

He groans, watching as his cock fucks my fist. With a primal rumble in his chest, he snatches my wrist in his hand, stopping mid-stroke.

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop. You aren’t the only one who has missed this.”

I smirk. “You’re going to come already?”

He snarls, pinning my wrists above my head, both fitting in the expanse of his hand. His nose touches mine, his warm breath tickles my cheekbones, and his fingers slip the strap of my bra from my shoulder. “Fuck yes I’m going to come fast. It’s been ten years of missing you.” He unhooks the back of my bra in a quick flick, his tongue flicking across his bottom lip as my breasts fall free. “The moment I’m inside you, I’m going to come. I’m going to fill you with every drop, Sweet Girl.” He kneads my breast, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive nipple. “And then I’m going to fuck you through my orgasm until you bring me to another.” He bends down, sucking a nipple into his mouth and I whine. “You still haven’t told me what I wanted to hear.”

I gasp as he cups my pussy.

My tongue is twisted. I can’t remember how to speak. My body is on fire, my thoughts are scrambled. All I can think about is him.

A tug on my waist followed by a rip of material sounds.

“I said tell me,” he seethes through tight teeth, holding the shreds of my panties in his hand.

“There has never been another,” I finally manage to say through needy groans.

He spreads my legs, his finger slipping down the middle of my pussy until he is at my entrance. “And there will never be another.”

Chapter Six

Simon

What the fuck have I been thinking over the last decade? I’ve been missing out on her, on this, on us, for what? I convinced myself she was better off without me, that everyone was, and maybe they were. Maybe she was.

But I’m not.

Selfishly, now that I have her in my life again, I can’t let her go.

She moans, cupping her tits as I pump my fingers in and out of her to get her ready for my cock. I glance down, watching my fingers disappear inside her. Every time I pull out, I see the sheen on my hand from her juices. She’s so goddamn wet.

My cock throbs with need. Precome beads at the flushed pink tip. My orgasm already looms. There’s a deep ache in the entire length from my cock being so hard. My sack is pulled tight and if she even brushes her finger against me, I’ll be a goner.

“Simon,” she gasps my name, and that nearly has me spent.

I have to wrap my hand around my cock and squeeze it so tight, it hurts. Only then am I able to take a breath.

Her cheeks are tinted red, her body warm and inviting me to share the heat, but I can’t just yet. I slip in another finger, stretching her with a third, and she arches her back, moaning loudly into these four walls.

“Such a good girl. You remember I don’t like it when you’re quiet. I love hearing you.” I move the pace of my arm faster, pumping my fingers in and out at a fast, hard rhythm.

“Simon. Oh, God, Simon. Yes! More. Please, don’t stop. Please.” She pinches her nipples, sucking her bottom lip. She shuts her eyes and something about seeing her so lost in pleasure has the love I have for her swelling inside my chest. I feel like the emotions I have for her are going to explode from the cage that holds my heart.

Possessiveness.

Obsession.

Love.

Addiction.

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