“I’ve been tested, and it might sound crazy and not at all like me, but I could make another baby with you and not give one shit right now.”
“Well.” I put my hand on his chest. “We have a lot on our plates, so let’s forgo that discussion for now. But I was tested after everything with Sean, and I have an IUD, so…”
“So I’m going to embarrass myself right now, I’m sure.” He fists the base of his cock and lines it up with my opening.
The anticipation grows until he sinks into me in one deep, glorious thrust. I cry out, my hands clutching at his shoulder blades.
Perfect.
He’s thick and hard, filling me so deeply my entire core clenches around him.
“Jesus,” he breathes against my neck. “You’re so damn wet. So tight.”
My nails dig into his skin. “It’s been a long time.”
He groans, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, slower this time, as though he’s savoring the moment.
But I’m desperate for him. “Don’t be gentle. Not tonight.”
He stills for a beat, leaning back, staring into my eyes.
Then he thrusts into me harder, slamming my hips against the edge of the table with each stroke. The obscene sound of skin-on-skin echoes through the kitchen, and I’m thankful there’re no neighbors for miles, so I can be as loud as I want.
I spread my legs wider, angling my hips to take him even deeper, causing the next thrust to knock the air from my lungs. “Oh my god, B?—”
His fingers dig into my hips, dragging me to meet him again and again, using my body exactly how he needs. Every time he thrusts into me, it’s harder, hotter, and I grow wetter. I’m soaked, and feeling the slick slide of him in and out of me takes me to the edge.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” he growls, breathless. “We were always so good at this.”
I can’t find the words I want to convey how I’m feeling because I’m too busy falling apart with every one of his punishing and perfect thrusts.
The table creaks violently, the edge biting into the backs of my thighs, but let the bruises come, I don’t care. His pace picks up, growing frantic and wild with need. I meet him thrust for thrust, chasing the orgasm barreling down on me. It builds like a tidal wave, cresting with every deep, wet stroke until I can’t hold back.
I shatter with a cry, pulsing around him, body locking tight as everything in me releases in a rush. It’s years of longing and heartbreak and need, all crashing through me until only peace is left behind.
He keeps riding it out, chasing his own release. His rhythm falters slightly, and I feel him throb deep inside me as he groans my name into my neck and spills into me with a final thrust so deep, I clench.
Then my mind stills. For the first time in so long, it’s not filled with a million thoughts, a million worries, a million what-ifs.
We’re both panting, slick with sweat, clinging to each other.
His forehead drops to mine. “Holy hell.”
I nod, trying to catch my breath. “Yeah.”
He cups my cheek, thumb gently brushing over my flushed skin. “You okay?”
I manage a breathless laugh. “I’m better than okay. That was…”
“Everything?” he whispers.
“More.”
He kisses me slowly and tenderly, like a promise that this is it for us. And I’ll take it.
I kiss him back, tasting his sweat and salt. It’s a perfect moment.
The front door opens, and a bag drops on the floor.
