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“Please stay.” I move closer to her, lower my mouth within a breath of hers. “Please.”
Her warm mouth raises to mine, and she presses her body flush against me. She snakes her hands around the back of my neck to draw me into a passionate kiss a decade in the making. I forget everything: my heartbreak, my job, my stupid plan. All that matters is that Rachel is in my arms again, where she always should have been.
In a flash, we’re a wild tangle of legs and arms, hands reaching and grabbing for each other, hungrily feeling each other up. We yank clothes off of each other, our hot mouths and tongues dancing in a frantic passion, a delectable meal we’ve been starving for. And God, do we feast on it.
As we stumble toward the sofa, we bump into a table, knocking a flower vase noisily onto the floor with a crash.
Just as we drag each other down onto the sofa, there’s a knock at the door.
“Rhence, is everything all right?” Gladys calls.
Before I can even open my mouth, Rachel replies, “We’re fine, Gladys. You can leave for the day.”
We both stifle a laugh as Gladys reluctantly agrees.
Rachel pulls my mouth back down to hers. We’re kissing so hard, I know we’ll leave bruises on our mouths, but I don’t care, and she doesn’t seem to either. I can barely believe this is happening, let alone how good it is. Fuck the plan. Rachel’s back in my life. I don’t care if it’s only for my money. I did all of this to win her back. I’ve never stopped needing her.
She pulls my shirt away and exhales hot breath at the sight of my tattoo with our initials still inked into my skin. She kisses it just like she did when we were teens, and the corners of my eyes burn.
“Oh, Rhence, my Rhence,” she whispers in my ear.
My mouth is between her breasts, kissing, sucking. The sweet smell of her is intoxicating, and I need to be inside of her more than I need my next breath. I pull the cups of her bra down, slip the straps off her slender shoulders and take one sexy, dark nipple into my mouth. The way she purrs deep down in her throat makes me stiff as a board.
“Oh God, Rhence,” she moans. One of her hands is in my hair and the other snakes downward toward my groin. She grabs hold of my hardened cock through my pants. It’s all so familiar and so damn right. One thing becomes crystal clear: I’m still madly in love with Rachel Bradly, and there is not a damn thing I’m going to deny her tonight.
Chapter eleven
Rachel
Holyshit!Rhenceisrock hard in my hand, and I want him so bad I could cry. I desperately fumble at his belt buckle as his tongue licks my nipples so expertly I worry I’ll come within seconds. I finally loosen his belt and unfasten his pants. He sets to work on mine, and we both shimmy out of our clothes.
The fact that Gladys or anyone else could walk right in that door only makes it hotter. We have to hurry, but I can tell that we both want it to last forever.
Rhence traces kisses down my belly and lower, but I can’t wait around for the foreplay.
“I want you inside me,now,” I hiss in his ear.
He grabs his pants from the floor and digs into a pocket. He pulls out his wallet and takes a condom out of it. I watch, body trembling in anticipation, as he unrolls it over his straining erection.
Rhence mounts me with urgency, and my body tenses as he parts my thighs wider. I expect him to plow into me, but he pauses, locking eyes with me, and kisses me deep and slow. Only then does he slide his shaft in, filling me to capacity, and for the first time in ten years, I feel complete.
Again, I expect him to hammer away, but he strokes slowly inside me, like the sweet, tender boy I remember. It’s all so familiar, yet his body has gained a manly girth and power that he lacked as a teen. And, oh God, is it good.
I relax as my body begins to adjust to his, which Rhence seems to take as an invitation to quicken the pace, sending himself even deeper inside me. As his momentum builds, I have to steel myself against his exertions.
He notices. Of course my sweet Rhence notices. He pants in a gruff voice, “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” I say, determined to let him satisfy his need. This can’t possibly get much more vigorous.
It does.
Rhence shifts his weight, going even deeper and harder inside me. These are not the moves of an inexperienced boy. He’s fucking me like a man who’s got something to prove. I gasp and grab his hair, and he pounds me harder. He punctuates each powerful thrust with a satisfied grunt, sending wild sensations through my loins. My body tenses around him as I watch his face, a portrait of sheer pleasure, magnificent in its singularity. I cling to his broad shoulders and command myself to relax.
When I stop clenching and my body adapts to his size and force, I really begin to enjoy it. I wrap my legs around his waist, my hips rocking forward, keeping pace with his long, powerful strokes. I marvel at his stamina and control, as my pleasure supplants pain. As if growing desperate for release, Rhence drives harder into me, his hips hammering away like well-oiled pistons, as if he can’t go deep or fast enough. His large hands grip my hips, driving them down hard, as he rams into me. I moan aloud, and he clamps a hand over my mouth, never missing a stroke as our bodies pound into each other. The sofa creaks so loud I worry that it will break and dump us onto the floor. Every detail is so fucking intense as we both go careening over the edge.
I reach it just before Rhence does, making him a true master. My body convulses with the powerful orgasm, his hand over my mouth keeping my scream of ecstasy from ringing out into the office corridors.
I feel the pulse of his orgasm as he comes hard inside me with a stifled exaltation of sheer bliss. We cling to each other in speechless wonder, both unable or unwilling to move. We’ve waited ten years for this and want to savor every precious second of it.
