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“No? What did you expect?”
“Considering I thought you were married, it wasn’t that you wanted to spend time with me. But if I tell you the idea of spending time with you and trying again doesn’t excite me, I’d be lying.” Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are teary.
“Look, I can’t make any promises and don’t know how it’ll turn out. We can at least see where things go. What do you say?” I rest my elbows on the table and open both of my hands out, palms facing forward, waiting for her response.
“I’d like that,” she whispers. Her hands meet mine, and our fingers intertwine. I kiss the back of her hand before letting them go.
“Now let’s eat. I’m starving.”
We stand from our table and put our jackets on. Once I have mine on, I step closer to Lena and ask, “Will you come back to my place with me?”
Her eyes soften before she nods yes.
I park in my spot in the alleyway behind my building, and we get out and walk to the door.
“Why’d you move back to this neighborhood?” she asks.
“Camila and I lived in Brookline, but once I moved out, I decided to come back to the city to be closer to work. It was just easier, and this is close enough to her and the boys. Besides, I liked living in this neighborhood.”
We climb up the stairs to the second floor. I stick the key in and unlock the door, nudging it open with my foot. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna put some music on.” I remove my phone from my pocket and connect it to the audio system, hitting shuffle. It’s chilly inside, so I grab the clicker and turn my fireplace on. I draw the curtains to give us some privacy.
Lena is sitting on the couch, her legs crossed. I bend over and tug on her hair, lifting her face to mine, dragging my thumb over her mouth. “Fuck, how I’ve missed you.” I kiss her, prying her lips open. She complies and runs her tongue along my teeth, causing my dick to strain in my jeans.
I’ve been waiting years for this woman—I want to both rip her clothes off to fuck her and gently undress her to make slow love to her.
Lena pushes her hands into my hair, starts tugging at its ends. I uncross her legs so I can straddle her, kiss her deeper, savor her sweetness. She’s pulling my T-shirt, pushing her hands underneath it. Her fingers burn my skin as they’re exploring. My heart thunders in my chest, and I drag my lips along her soft skin, landing at her ear. I softly sing Scorpions’ “Still Loving You” as the melody plays, and Lena’s grip tightens around my waist. Our breathing is labored, and her eyes are glowing with longing, lust, and love.
I stand up and grab the blanket that’s over the back of the couch, spreading it open on the area rug in front of the fireplace. I toss a few throw pillows onto the blanket and sit. “Come,” I say, patting the floor next to me.
Lena rises from the couch and pads over to me, crouches, and sits to my left, crossing her legs. She pushes the hair behind her ears and adjusts her glasses.
“Are you nervous?” I ask, rubbing her leg.
“Oddly enough, I am.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, really. For years, I dreamed of this day, of how it would be between us if we ever had the chance again, but never thought it would come true. Now, here we are, and my stomach is a bundle of nerves despite our steamy make out sessions.”
“Here, let me help you with that.” I remove the frames from her face, placing them on the windowsill behind me. I run my fingers along her jawline before our mouths collide. Her lips are hot and supple. She returns my kisses softly, passionately.
I ease her back, guiding her to lie on the pillows. I kneel beside her, her long curls sprawled out around her. She looks like a fucking siren lying before me, calling out to me, luring me in.
I want to rip Lena’s blouse open but think better of it and start unbuttoning it instead. I start at the top button and make my way down until her olive skin is exposed. She’s wearing a gray laced bra, and looking at her breasts spill over the bra’s fabric makes my dick twitch.
I cup her breasts in my hands, feeling their fullness. Her nipples perk up under my touch, and she closes her eyes, absorbing the moment, relishing in me worshiping her. I brush my knuckles down her midsection until I reach the button on her slacks and tug, causing Lena to open her eyes and nod—giving me permission to continue exploring.
She lifts her hips, allowing space to shimmy her pants down her legs. I pull her socks off one at a time and run my finger up one foot then the other, remembering it gives her goose bumps when I do.
I kiss her foot and begin working my way up her leg. She’s watching me, love oozing from her emerald gaze. When I reach her panties, I bite at them, tugging them away from her apex. I slide them to the side and lick her folds, causing her to buck her hips and moan. She tastes sweet as my tongue glides over and through her lips. Her response encourages me to suck her sensitive nub and swirl my tongue around it. Lena’s pulling and tugging my hair in rhythm with my tongue, and my cock is begging to be let free from my jeans. I give her mound one last flick before pulling away.
My eyes lift to meet hers so she can watch me lick her honey from my lips. I slide up, begin removing her panties, and that’s when I see it.
She has a thick, dark-colored scar running from below her belly button to her groin area. I glance up at her, and her eyes are moist. No doubt mourning all the loss she’s endured. I begin running my fingers along the length of the mark, softly caressing the bumps that make up the zipper-like scar adorning her beautiful olive skin.
I rest my forehead on the dark area and let the enormity of it all sink in. Lena sacrificed everything for me. She lost so much. My heart is pounding in my chest. Thoughts of what she went through alone cause guilt to stir within me. Although I’m not the cause of this scar, I am the reason why she suffered alone. She did it all for me and for my happiness. I let out a long breath to calm my erratic heartbeat.
When I look up and meet Lena’s eyes, tears are streaming down the sides of her face. She lifts her right hand, resting it on my left arm. I grab her fingers, intertwining them with mine, placing them on her scar. Our fingers drag in unison from top to bottom and back up, tracing the dark lines along her skin.
