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I took a step toward her and took a chance. I slid my hand from my pocket and raised it to cup her cheek. At first, she backed away. Clearly uncomfortable with my touch. But I tried again, and that time she didn’t move, and I felt it.
For the first time in almost seven years, I felt her skin against mine.
“Almost, but not completely,” I said.
Her eyes danced between mine as I leaned my lips into hers.
“Don’t give up on me just yet, Julia.”
I pressed our lips together and every single guarded wall I’d thrown up after that dinner came crashing down. Her hands flew to my hair, and I wrapped her up tightly, picking her up against my body.
Fuck.
Her tongue was hot against mine, tasting of coffee and apples. I walked her through the foyer and into the dining room, then laid her down on the table. I shoved her dress up her legs, unable to keep my hands off her. I was magnetized, under her spell once again.
“Romeo,” she said breathlessly. “Your hands. They’re—”
I spread her legs wide and placed my face against her clothed pussy. I breathed in her scent, allowing it to wash over me. She smelled perfect. Reminiscent of the woman I’d taken all those years ago. A young woman who had captured my heart and my attention. My cock and my soul.
A young woman who had born me a son.
I nipped at her thick thighs and felt her stretch marks underneath my tongue. I shoved her dress all the way up her body and cupped her breasts in the palms of my hands. Her hair was sprawled out over the family dining room table, and her legs parted for me. I threw them over my shoulder and reached down, releasing my cock from its confines. I slid my pants down around my ankles and shoved my boxers down, feeling my cock leaking with want to be inside her.
But I wanted to taste her first.
I nuzzled her panties off to the side and watched as she dripped for me. My cock jerked at the sight, and I stuck my tongue between her folds, finding that beautiful spot that made her jump.
“Shit. Romeo.”
Her hips rolled down into my mouth, and I groaned into her pussy.
My tongue lapped at her slit, gathering her on the tip of my tongue. I’d missed her taste. Her texture. The sweetened salty desire that leaked from her heated entrance. I slid my tongue into her body and curled it deep, watching the way she jolted as my tongue stroked her walls.
I spread her legs wider, opening her to me before I curled her knees into her chest.
Her hands twisted in my hair and dragged my tongue back up to her clit. I pressed deeply into her core, making her bounce and jump with pleasure.
She was dripping down my chin. Her fluids were heavenly, and her breathless pants sparked a fire in my toes.
I needed her.
Desired her. Dreamed of her for years.
How her body had filled out. How proof of our son marked her. I was mesmerized by the tiger stripes along her stomach. Showcasing the strength she had cultivated in a want to protect our son.
Our son.
My tongue flicked her clit at lightning speed, and her back began to arch. Her hands raked along my scalp, and she tugged me deeper into her pussy. I moaned, watching as she shivered and jumped for me.
I remembered every stroke.
Every button.
Every movement she enjoyed.
And soon, those obscene words I’d only heard in my dreams echoed off the walls of my dining room.
“Fuck me, Romeo. You know how I want it. Oh, yes. Fuck. So good. Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there. Right there. Deeper. Press deeper. Please! Deeper! Yes!”
