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“Tonight, I was going to do this right and take things slow.”
“Harrison, doing things fast is what you and I do. I need you right now in this bed making love to me.”
Harry closed the distance between us, sliding his hands over my butt. “Love?”
“Yes.” I whimpered as his hands slid around to my breasts. “It was always about love.”
I wanted to taste him, how he felt, the smell of him: all of my senses roared with passion. I thrust back into him, desperate for friction. I grabbed behind me and tugged on his pants.
“These need to go,” I demanded.
Harry grunted but complied, releasing my breasts and scrambling to undo his fly and push down his pants to his ankles.
He pressed himself against me andoh, he’d also taken off his boxer briefs. With slow strokes, his hard length rubbed against my entrance.
“Fuck, Anastasia. You’re wet already.”
“And you’re very hard.” I moved back and forth to feel as much of his cock as I could.
How I’d missed him.This.I didn’t want to lose him again.
I peeked over my shoulder, needing to see, and caught Harry looking over my back, at my scars, and where our bodies teased each other.
Our eyes locked and he grinned, gripping my hips and pulling me back against him. “You’re here,” he whispered.
I smiled. “I am.”
Harry sharply inhaled. “Ireallymissed you.”
“I was an idiot. I made a big mistake—”
“No, love,” he said, leaning over my back and kissing my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “You were not an idiot.”
“I freaked out.”
“Panic attack.”
“Yes.”
Our bodies continued to rub against each other in a slow dance.
Harry kissed the back of my neck and then across my shoulders. “Your scars do not scare me, Anastasia.”
A sob escaped my lips before I could hold it back.
“I mean it.” Harry thrust forward, pushing me down to my elbows. His shallow thrusts increased. “Your skin doesn’t scare me at all.”
His breathing turned to pants as he continued to stroke me with his cock. The friction was becoming unbearable. I squirmed against him, seeking more contact.
“Can you feel just what you do to me?”
I nodded, silent tears streaming down my face.
He pulled back. “Can I fuck you, Anastasia?” he begged in a low ragged voice.
I nodded again.
“Say it out loud.”
