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“I need these off,” I demand, reaching for the leather belt still buckled securely around his waist.

He lets out a low laugh and stands up, unbuckling the buckle and sliding his dress pants down his legs. When he sits back down, he's wearing nothing but tight black underwear that hugs every hard ridge of his body. Slowly, I crawl into his lap, centering myself over him as the mattress cushions my knees.

He wraps his hands around my ass, slipping his fingers just below my waistband. I push him back against the pillows and rock my hips into him. The sudden friction sends a jolt straight to my core, forcing a guttural, breathless moan from both of us.

Slowly, keeping his gaze locked on mine, I trail my fingers down his stomach to the waistband of his underwear, slipping my hand under until his entire length is wrapped securely in my hand.

“Fuck, Cami.” He grunts, “I’m not going to last long.”

I smile down at him. “It’s okay, we have all night.”

I stroke him gently, my hand wrapping around his warmth, just as he reaches up to hook his fingers under the band of my underwear. He pulls the fabric to the side, slowly slipping a finger inside me. My eyes flutter shut as pure ecstasy washes over me. I rock my hips against his hand, urging him deeper. He responds to the movement, carefully adding a second finger as a ragged moan escapes my throat, my orgasm already building tight and heavy in my core.

“I need you inside me.” I cry out between breaths.

“Are you sure?” He asks, slowing his momentum.

“I’ve been sure for eight years, Drew, don’t make me wait a second longer.”

“I… I don’t have any condoms.” He says in panic.

I grab his face in my hands. “I’m on birth control, and I just had an annual a month ago.”

“I get tested often for travel, I’m clear too.” He adds.

I look down at him, my gaze locking with his as a warm smile spreads across my face.

“And for the record,” he says, his voice thick with vulnerability. “I’ve been dreaming of this for eight years, too. There hasn’t been a single night where I didn’t wonder what it would feel like to be inside you.”

A deep flush creeps up my neck, burning my sensitive skin. I slide off his lap and sink onto my back, stretching out against the mattress.

I look up at him and whisper, “Show me exactly how you’ve dreamt it.”

His eyes turn dark and glassy. Desire looks so good on him. Without skipping a beat, he follows me down, slowly tracing his fingertips up my legs until they stop at the hem of my underwear. He hooks his fingers into the fabric, carefully dragging it down my legs before tossing them on the floor. I watch as his eyes memorize every curve and dip in my body. His throat bobs as he drinks me in. A dizzying sensation takes over, leaving me entirely weightless.

His lips press against my belly button, sending a frantic rush of flutters straight through me. He worships his way up my stomach, kissing and teasing his way to my peaked nipples. I let out a raspy gasp, lacing my fingers through his messy hair to hold him close. Then, agonizingly slow, he trails back down, his tongue mapping a wet line all the way to the heat of my core, stopping exactly where I need him to be.

He looks up, searching my eyes for approval, but I just chuckle and gently nudge his head back down. He has always treated me like I was something fragile, taking his time, but I'm not a girl anymore. He pauses against my skin to smile, knowing exactly what I'm thinking without me having to say a word.

His mouth goes crushing into my center, tongue twirling and sucking right where I ache for him. My back arches and my eyes fall shut, an orgasm already wanting to rip through me. He dips a finger inside me, his tongue never leaving me.

“Drew.” I moan. “I’m going to…” I can’t even finish my sentence before my first orgasm rips through me, setting fire to every nerve in my system. I fall back on the mattress, breathless.

He climbs over me, smiling. “You taste so good, baby.”

I grab him by the back of the neck, pulling his lips back to mine. He moans directly into my mouth. I slide my hand down, gripping the waistband of his underwear. Taking the hint, he strips them off, throwing them to the floor to join the rest of our discarded clothes. Then he slides back up my body, settling right between my thighs.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He whispers, the lamp's dim light casting a golden glow over his hard body hovering above mine.

“It’s more than okay.” My voice cracks.

He lines himself up at my entrance, his eyes locking onto mine. They are hooded, thick with lust and a wave of raw emotion. I reach up and cup his face, my thumb gently catching a single tear threatening to spill over his lashes.

He slowly slides into me, my body stretching deliciously to his size. My lips part, my breath catching in my throat, but my eyes stay entirely focused on his.

He thrusts the final distance, leaving no space left between us. His eyes fall shut, and his breathing becomes rapid. Between ragged moans, he grips my thigh, angling my leg up to drive deeper as he continues his unyielding rhythm. My body is already chasing a second orgasm, coiled tight and feeling euphoric. I whimper as he rolls his hips into me, my fingertips digging hard into the sharp lines of his shoulder blades. His body starts quivering under my hold, sending me straight over the edge. I see stars as white-hot heat floods my body. I cry out, and he pulls me tight against him, holding me steady in his arms as we ride out the crashing surge of our orgasms together.

He collapses onto the mattress beside me, his chest heaving as he fights for breath. We turn to look at each other, and a grin washes over his face before we both burst into breathless laughter. Eight years of wanting, of pining, of hurting, gone in a single night. Looking at him, my heart has never felt so full or so terrified, all at the same time.