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Lowering my chest down to the bed, I pushed one hand underneath me and between my legs, rubbing furiously at my clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Fuck your pussy for me, Gabby. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

With an anguished moan, I slid two fingers inside myself, biting down on the bedsheets as I did.

I made a big show of coating my fingers in my wetness, and then gliding them along the length of my pussy, making it glisten for him, and then pushed them back in.

“Another finger,” he demanded, and I dared to peek over my shoulder to see his fist pumping his cock as rapidly as I was fucking myself.

I pushed the third finger into my pussy, and groaned loudly, my hips bucking back to meet my thrusts.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, hearing how wet I was, hearing how slick I sounded.

“Harder,” he ground out. “Show me how much you’ve missed me. Show me how you’d like this cock to be fucking you.”

My nipples scraped along the bedsheets as I did what he demanded, and I could feel my thighs tensing up, my legs beginning to shake, and that pressure building in my stomach that let me know I was getting close.

And then I heard him move, his rapid footsteps crossing the room, and then his hand was on my wrist, his skin on mine.

Finally.After all these years.

But instead of helping me, his grip on my wrist tightened, preventing me from moving.

“I don’t think so,” he whispered, bending down low to whisper in my ear. “You think after all this time, I’m going to let you cum so easily? Not a chance.”

He pulled my hand to a stop, no longer allowing my fingers to continue sliding in and out of my pussy.

One hand pressed to my head, keeping me buried in the bedsheets, and I heard his laboured breathing.

Though I couldn’t see him, I couldfeelhis eyes on me. I could feel them between my legs.

And then, as though he was scared to touch me, I felt his feather light touch, his fingers gliding over the globes of my ass.

“What are you doing to me?” he whispered. But before I had the chance to reply, he shoved my hand to the side, pushed my head harder into the sheets and then rammed two of his fingers inside me.

I screamed loudly, thanking my lucky stars that the pillows muffled the sound.

“If this is all I can have, you’ll be damned if you think I’m not getting a taste,” he told me, pulling his fingers out of me, dragging a groan of protest from deep in my chest.

And then I heard him sucking on his fingers, and my legs began shaking once more.

I rocked my hips back, silently encouraging him to continue, and felt his other hand press against the small of my back.

I knew what he was silently demanding, and had no hesitation in following.

I shuffled forward, almost bent in half on the bed, my knees touching my chin.

“Keep your head down,” he breathed, removing both his hands from my body. “I want your ass nice and high in the air like this.” He punctuated his words by slapping my ass hard, making me yelp with surprise.

And then I felt him there.

The head of his cock sliding against my pussy, gently pushing past my lips for the briefest of moments before pulling back to run along the length of me again.

He continued for a few minutes, drenching us both in my arousal, and then his cock was at my clit, circling it with fast, frantic movements as he jerked himself off at the same time.

“Luke,” I whispered, and felt his entire body jerk behind me, the use of his real name throwing him off—reminding him of who and what we were.

“Do you think of me, Gabby?” he asked me, but there was something off about his voice this time. His cock pressed harder against my pussy, seeming almost aggressive. “Do you think of me whenever Nico fucks you senseless?”