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Pretend With Me

[Mati]

My back hits the mattress, and I bounce a little. My dress falls completely open and my legs spread, laying myself bare to Denton who stands at the edge of the bed fumbling with his belt.

“Take off the dress,” he tells me in a voice I don’t recognize. Deep. Rugged. Demanding. I sit up and slip the rest of the material off my shoulders. Dragging it behind me, it pools on the coverlet. I also remove my bra, keeping my eyes trained on his the entire time. The bedside lamp is still on, keeping nothing in the dark. Denton can see everything about me. The gash above my pubic line, the one marking the removal of my boys.

“Did it hurt?” he asks, lowering his body and forcing me back on the bed. His lips cover the line and a tear leaks from my eye. My head shakes, but he isn’t looking at me. He’s tracing over the scar with tender kisses before trailing lower and slipping a finger inside me again.

“Only us in this room tonight, okay?” he says, speaking to his finger entering my body. I nod again but realize he needs to hear me.

“Only us.” He looks up then and his lip curls as he adds a second finger to the first.

“You are so beautiful, lion cat.” The term of endearment from so long ago brings another tear and concern etches his brow.

“Ignore it,” I whisper. “I want this.” I do. I want this more than anything. I meant what I said. I’m afraid I’ll never feel this way again. It will never be how it is with him because of him. This man I’ve loved differently and separately from my husband, all those years ago. This man my heart aches for now, and my body craves. I will not let another opportunity pass.

The depth of his fingers has me reaching for the edge again, but I want more than those digits. I scoot back on the bed, encouraging him to follow me.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he mutters, returning his fingers to me. “I wanted to take you up against a truck. And a tree. And in the damn river. And the lake.”

My breath catches. “I’ve fantasized about your breasts. How they’d taste. How they’d feel. And your pussy, Mati. I just knew you’d weep. So wet.” He emphasizes his words by adding a third finger to the mix, and I feel stretched as far as I can reach, but it isn’t enough. I want more. I want him, inside me.

“Denton,” I whimper.

“What do you want, Spice?”

My hands find his biceps, and I tug upward. I want him over me.

“Come first, and then I’ll bury myself deep inside you. I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

The crass language pushes me over the edge, and I explode. I’m still coming as he climbs between my thighs. The tip of him brushes through sensitive folds, and I peel off the bed. I’m ready to go again, and I don’t even recognize the sensation. I’ve never come like this before.

“I’m clean,” he states, and I fall back. For a moment, I’m outside myself. Is this really a conversation we need to have? I’m assuming I’m clean as I haven’t been with another man—ever. And I haven’t been with anyone in thirteen months. He stares down at me.

“Me too,” I whisper, and he chuckles.

“I know. I just wanted to let you know about me.”

“I don’t know about these things.” My voice remains low but my thoughts race with the realization he’s been with so many women.

“Only us tonight,” he reminds me. “See me.”

“You’re all I see,” I tell him, keeping my eyes on his. In an instant, I’m filled. One deep, slow thrust and the hairs on his balls tickle my ass. My eyes roll back in my head. He’s thick. He’s long. He’s so much more than I thought he would be.

He draws back, and my legs wrap over his hips. My hands find the perfection of his ass, and I press at the firm globes, willing him without words to stay inside me.

“Denton,” I wheeze, nearly begging him to remain, but the drag to my entrance and the rush to fill me again bucks my hips and I let him lead. He plays my body like the instrument it is under his attention. I’ll do anything he asks as long as he keeps doing what he’s doing to fill me, to make me feel whole.

You can’t keep him, my heart reminds me, but I quickly squash the negative sentiment. Tonight is about tonight.

One hand comes under my thigh, and he hitches it higher, my kneecap practically coming to my chin. “I wanted to be gentle with you, but I don’t think I can. You wanted me to fuck you against a truck.” He thrusts into me with each straining word. “I’ll take you deep into this mattress. We’ll make that our first memory.”

My God, I think. I’ll never be the same after this evening.

And I’m not. Denton fulfills his promise to bury me in the mattress as he stiffens, and warmth fills my channel.