“Slower at the. Yes. Yeah, like that. God.”
He found a rhythm. Slow press of his tongue, the curl of it, the way he listened to my breath and corrected by feel. My hand fisted in the sheet. The other found his hair and stayed there, gentle.
Three weeks of distance had sharpened him. Tonight he was doing it like he’d been thinking it through.
“You missed me,” I managed.
He hummed against me, didn’t lift his head. The vibration traveled everywhere.
“Ellis.”
He kept going.
“Ellis, I, you have to stop. I’m going to…”
He stopped. Lifted his head. His mouth was wet. His eyes were so soft I almost lost it before he could come back up.
“Come up,” I rasped.
He came up. Put his mouth on mine. Let me taste myself on his tongue and the three weeks he’d carried in his chest.
“I missed every part of you,” he said into my mouth. “I needed you to know that.”
“I know.”
“Now your turn.”
“Yeah?”
“Stay close. I want to feel you behind me.”
He turned in my arms, his back to my chest, and pulled my arm around him. We curled together on our sides, his shoulders against my chest, his hips against mine, my mouth at the back of his neck.
“This?” I asked into his hair.
“Yes.”
I reached for the drawer. Found the lube. Slicked my fingers behind him, where neither of us could see, but my body knew the shape of him by now and his body knew mine. I pressed one finger in slow. His breath caught.
“Took the body a minute to remember.” My mouth at his ear.
“Yeah.”
I went easy on him. Slower than the first time, even, because three weeks was three weeks, and I wasn’t going to rush the reintroduction. Second finger when he was ready. Third, when he was making the soft sounds I knew, the ones that meant his body had remembered everything his head hadn’t quite let itself.
“Please. Jett. Please.”
My throat closed on something. I blinked, and the tear slid out and landed in his hair, and I didn’t bother wiping it. He caught my hand on his chest, pressed it harder against his heartbeat, and held it there.
“I thought I’d lost you.”
“You didn’t.”
“I thought I wasn’t going to get to have this again.”
“You’re having it.” His hand tightened on mine. “You’re having it, Jett.”
I slicked myself slow. Lined up against him, my hand on his hip, my mouth at the place between his shoulder blades.
