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“Then take off your clothes.”
He got up, stood next to my bed, and began stripping down to nothing. Using his sports briefs, he wiped his cum from earlier off himself, no longer seeming embarrassed about what had happened. Just fully a man whose masculinity spoke to every feminine inch of me. So did seeing his erect cock. It was porn-perfect: long, thick, and veined.
When Rhys reached for his jeans on the floor, I told him that he didn’t need a condom because I had an IUD. He nodded, dropped his jeans, and moved his body over the top of mine.
Holding himself up with his strong arms on either side of me and his knees between my legs again, he searched my eyes. “This is going to be the first time I get to feel all of you, Riley.”
“Likewise.”
He leaned his head down and kissed me.
“I can smell and taste myself on you,” I said.
“Your sweet scent and taste are two of many things about you that I can’t get enough of and never will.”
After giving me another deep kiss, Rhys grabbed his cock and lowered it, dragging the tip across my still-swollen clit in the process. Then he started running it up and down the inside of my pussy, wetting himself.
What was happening reminded me of the moment right before I gave my virginity to Rhys when we were sixteen. He was looking at me in the same heated way and touching my body in the same gentle manner, preparing himself to take all of me and me to take all of him.
I suddenly felt nervous because Rhys and I were about to cross a major physical and emotional threshold with each other once again. Things would be different between us once we had. But to what degree?
Although Rhys had said he didn’t care if our having sex messed with his head, I was still concerned about it happening. I wonder if he’d want us to be more than friends after we slept together. I hoped not because I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t know if I ever would be, either. So much had happened since I came home to Cypress Hills this time, and my heart was tripped up.
As Rhys pushed his hard cock inside me, we both moaned at how good it felt. Then, he started pumping his hips. His touching me so intimately after over a year made my head spin. I felt drunk even though I hadn’t had one drop of wine.
“It feels like you’re inside me as much as I am you,” Rhys whispered.
Hearing his tender words and still looking into his beautiful blue eyes made my emotions begin rising. Not wanting him to see me in this state, I pulled him down on top of me to hide my face. The warmth of his chest on mine made me get even more choked up, but I kept quiet.
Rhys continued fucking me slow and easy, and I fucked him the same. When he began moving his body faster and grunting with every hard thrust of his cock into me, I knew he was about to cum, so I dug my heels into his ass and pulled my nails down his tan back.
“I feel you tightening up,” he breathed into my ear, and I nodded. “Cum with me, baby. Cum with me.”
Baby. The remaining name Rhys used to call me.
Yesterday, while mentioning the other names to him, I purposely hadn’t listed this one because of its sole connection to the sex we used to have. I knew that was why Rhys also hadn’t mentioned it. If either of us had, it would’ve made things awkward. That wasn’t the case any longer, though.
Hearing Rhys call me “baby” again did the trick. I started coming, and he fucked me harder and harder and harder. I was going to feel him every time I walked for the rest of the week.
He came only seconds behind me, lifting his upper body and holding himself up with his arms on either side of my shoulders when it began. Then he closed his eyes, threw his head back, and groaned deep within himself as the veins on the sides of his neck pulsed and his chest heaved for air.
When it was over for him, he looked down at me. That was when I noticed his emotional state. Tears were brimming in his eyes. Then, one landed on my cheek, making mine stream down the sides of my face and into my hair.
The intimacy that Rhys and I had just shared reopened the vault of our deepest feelings toward one another. The only thing I knew to do was hold Rhys, so I pulled him down on top of me again and encircled him with my arms and legs. He was trembling, I was trembling, and we both fell apart even more.
After we’d calmed, Rhys softly kissed me, moved his body down mine, and rested his head on my breasts while I ran my fingers through his hair.
“I was worried about our having sex messing with your head, but it’s messing with mine,” I admitted.
“In what way?”
“It feels like a year and a half ago when everything was perfect between us. Rhys, I don’t know how to navigate these friendship waters with you now. Everything is complicated, and that’s the last thing I wanted.”
He looked up at me. “Things aren’t complicated, Riley. We’re staying on course with being friends.”
“I just thought that—”
“I’d want more with you after we had sex?”
