Page 119 of When We Were Us

With a swift motion, he spread my legs and thrust his tongue inside my soaked channel. We moaned in unison, the sound vibrating through both of us. I was overwhelmed by the sensation, and he groaned in delight, savoring my taste.

“Christ, I forgot how delicious you were,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

“Please…” I begged, my voice barely a whisper.

“You’re very greedy tonight,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I haven’t had sex in almost four months,” I admitted, my desperation evident.

“I’m glad to know no one else has touched you,” he said, his tone possessive.

“Possessive asshole,” I murmured just before he removed his tongue and took a giant lick of my clit.

The sensation sent shivers through me, and I clenched the sheets as he continued. His tongue worked with skill and precision, driving me to the brink. It didn’t take long; I was already on edge. Within moments, I broke apart, arching my back hard enough to cause a spasm.

Oliver held me through the waves of pleasure, his touch grounding me. As I came down from the high, I looked into his eyes, seeing a mixture of satisfaction and longing.

"You are super sexy when you come," Oliver said, his voice filled with admiration.

I laughed softly. "I doubt that."

I glanced down at his erection, then back at him. "Would you like to do something about your problem?" I asked, gesturing to his obvious arousal.

"In due time," he replied with a smile. "I'd like to cuddle you for a while."

Without waiting for my response, he crawled up the bed, placing his head in the crook of my shoulder and pulling me against him. The warmth of his body was comforting.

"I love you, Ryleigh. I love you so much," he whispered, his voice tender and sincere.

"I love you too," I whispered back, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

We lay there for a while, the room filled with the sound of our breathing. Eventually, I turned on my side to face him. Oliver pressed me against his body, his touch gentle yet possessive. Minutes passed in a quiet intimacy before he slipped his leg over my hip and thrust inside my slick channel.

We had never had sex this way before, but I liked it. I kept my head buried against his sweat-misted chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Oliver moved with gentle strokes, his touch both tender and commanding. When I came a second time, he paused, letting me catch my breath before starting again.

By the time we finished in a simultaneous orgasm—my third and his first—I was spent. All the anger and frustration I had felt melted away, replaced by the tenderness of our lovemaking.

He slipped out of me and pushed me to my back, wrapping his arm around my waist. I somehow worked the sheet over us, and we both fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. If I had dreamed that night, I was sure it would have been pleasant.

Oliver was still next to me when I woke up. When we were last together, it was usually his way to get up before me for an early morning workout. I propped my head on my hand and watched him slumber. He startled me when he said my name.

“Mrs. Fox, are you watching me sleep?”

This felt so normal, like there was never a separation between us but it was only temporary. Anxiety gnawed at my belly. We had a lot of hurdles to overcome before we were solid.

“I didn’t know you were awake,” I said, my voice soft in the morning stillness.

“I have been for the past half hour,” Oliver replied, his eyes meeting mine with a calm intensity.

“I expected you to be up before me,” I remarked, raising an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“You usually work out. I do have a gym in this building, you know.”

“I’m aware, since I own it,” he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Why did you buy this building?” I asked, curiosity tinging my voice.

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