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My orgasm builds—minutes of teasing, days of foreplay, years of waiting to ride this wave with him again.

And when Jace does that thing with his tongue that only he seems to do, hitting exactly the right spot that only he seems to know, my whole body tightens as I come completely undone.

Euphoric.

Shattered for the first real time in years.

But when I come back down—even while Jace is gently kissing up my middle—I can't help but feel… unfinished.

I still want more.

I still want him.

I take a few breaths, regaining my strength, then sit up and lean forward to wipe Jace's gleaming mouth with my knuckles.

He licks what's left off of his lips, and it's all that I need to seal my fate.

I tug on his arm until he presses up on his knees.

"Stand up," I say, softly but sternly.

He listens, rising to his feet, not even attempting to cover what that just did to him.

I reach for his waistband, pulling down on his joggers and briefs simultaneously.

Jace's chest heaves as he watches me, his hands at his sides.

He springs to life when I get his pants down far enough, and for a second I pause, taking in what might wreck me if it didn't feel so familiar.

I wrap my hand around his cock without thinking twice, and it's not lost on me how comfortable I still am holding it.

Jace sucks in a deep breath, exhaling fully as his head lolls back, and his hands ball into fists by his hips.

I take him in my mouth, running my tongue up his length, tasting on his tip how ready he is. I suck hard, and Jace wraps his fist in my hair, but as soon as I pop off, he releases me again.

My gaze finds his—hungry, hooded—as I shift back toward the headboard.

He slowly steps out of the constraint at his ankles without his eyes leaving mine, then takes the half-step he needs to make it to the bed.

"Is this happening too fast?" he asks, crawling toward me, no real concern in his tone.

I grip his shoulders when he reaches me, massaging my thumbs into the tension that sits there. "I'd say six years is probably slow enough."

With that, he kisses me.

It's only once, and it's different from the others—more intimate. More intense. Almost as if it's a reminder that what comes next will be too.

Without pulling away, Jace's hand falls between us again, only this time it's not his fingers that he presses inside me.

I whimper with his lips still flush against mine as he fills me for the first time since he last did.

Since anyone has.

"Fuck, Lenny," he groans, sliding in and out easily, my pussy so wet for only him.

"I've missed you," I say, wrapping my legs around his hips. I drive him in further, wincing in the best way. "I've missed this."

"I can't believe you waited," he says, his forehead resting on mine, hips rolling against me.