Was I? I didn’t think I was. I didn’t think I would be ever again. I hurt for her; my body screamed for her even while I thrust into her. I loved her and wanted her in my life forever.
These desperate flings in the pool house wouldn’t be enough forever, and I understood that more clearly now.
“I’ve missed you,” I said instead.
“It’s only been four days.” She smiled against my mouth.
“Too long.” I slid out slowly to slam back into her.
“Fuck,” she screamed out.
I covered her mouth with my hand, hot breath and groans vibrating against my palm.
And I did. I fucked her hard and fast. I couldn’t get deep enough or close enough. My entire body burned from the inside out. I was out of control. Feral.
The sounds of me smacking into her were as loud as her gasps and groans filling the air.
“So beautiful.” I dropped my hand to roughly grab her face and kiss her.
Her eyes were dark and unfocused as I took what I needed, as I gave her what she needed. Her roughly squeezing hands gripped me anywhere they could find purchase. I gave hard, but she gave right back. I left red patches on her damp skin. Using my momentum to keep her upright. She was flushed, the straps of her dress down, both breasts spilling out, bouncing as I thrust harder, faster.
She held on as best she could. It was rough and dirty, and we both came sharply and loudly. I settled her to the ground, tucked myself away, and kissed her again, slower. Her eyes studied me closely when we finally stopped to breathe deep. There was a furrow between her brows as her hand cupped my face.
“I missed you too,” she said.
I let out a shuddering breath and dropped my forehead to hers.
