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“We’re married,” she breathed.
“But are you sure? Do you want this? I can wait if… If you’re not ready.” It would kill me, but I could wait. Our future hung in the balance, and I didn’t want to jeopardize it.
“Axel…” Her brows furrowed in concern and confusion. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember, since… God, I’ve needed you since I understood what sex is, probably. Definitely, I’ve wanted you since the sidewalk outside the library the day you got to town. Iwantyou. I want us again. Ineedus.”
“Fuck, baby, I need us again, too. You gotta know, I’m all in. Even if I have to be away from you for a few days at a time in order to race… No more separate lives.”
“No more separate lives,” she echoed. She cupped my cheek in her soft hand and brushed her thumb over my bristly jaw. “I love you.”
“I love you, my Bristol, my forever—for always.”
Twenty-Six
Bristol
As if our declarations had ignited us, I pulled at Axel’s clothes while he tugged at mine. It might have been funny if we weren’t so frenzied for one another. Now that we’d finally reached this moment, we couldn’t move fast enough.
My breath caught as Axel reached behind his neck and yanked off his shirt, in that wholly macho way only guys could pull off, leaving his wide, tanned chest bare. No matter what he claimed, part of him had been exposed to the sun on a regular basis, judging by the golden hue of his skin. I took advantage, running my hands along his warm, hard flesh from his pecs and down over his washboard abs and flat belly.
“You’re like a Michelangelo statue. Perfect.”
“Spoiler alert: my dick is way bigger than that,” he informed me with a smug grin.
“I seem to remember that. Maybe, you should show me…refresh my memory.”
He grabbed my hand and brought it down to the bulge in his pants. Meeting his eyes, I squeezed gently, watching his eyes dilate and his mouth drop open.
“Fuck, Brisk,” he groaned. Cupping me roughly behind the head, he crushed his mouth over mine.
As if I’d waved a green flag, we flew into a frenzy. Axel pulled at my clothes to strip me bare while I shoved at his pants, wanting to be skin-to-skin again after so long, wanting so much more than that. Soon, Axel straddle me again, gazing down at me, his fingers trailing up my torso.
My own did the same. My touch skimmed over his hard belly, one tracing the large, tan-colored birthmark on his hip that the so-called video of him hadn’t captured. Boldly, I grasped his length, squeezing the shaft and thumbing the apadravya piercing he’d gotten us as an eighteenth birthday present, only to find out it wasn’t much of a present because we’d had to abstain from sex for so long. In the end…worth it. So totally worth it.
Axel groaned, dropping back his head. Still, even as he experienced the pleasure, he didn’t lose his focus on me. He palmed my breasts. After a moment, he curled forward slightly, both hands molding the mounds he’d captured. His thumbs circled and flicked over my nipples. I gasped, my panting breaths twining with his while I explored him with one hands and jacked up and down his rock-hard length with the other.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed just before he pinched the peaks he tormented. I cried out, arching and reflexively squeezing his cock. A low rumble rolled from him, thunder before the storm we chased, the storm that would soon overtake us and maybe even destroy us in the best ways.
“You are,” I replied.
“Baby…”
Rolling us, he switched our positions so I straddled his belly and was forced to release his cock. He pulled me down so he could suck one of my nipples into his mouth. I jerked, the sensation of that warm, wet suction too strong after all this time. My fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Axel,” I gasped while fire seemed to erupt through me and arrow to my core. I was so slick with arousal, and he soon, discovered that, feel it on his belly as I jerked over him. He reached between us, finding my pussy and dragging his fingertips through my slit. My cry filled the air when he quickly pinched my clit then abandoned it to stroke me again.
“Mmm…what’s this?” he murmured, the sound practically a purr of satisfaction. “Are you ready for your man?”
“I’m always ready for you—even when I don’t want to be.”
He smirked. Reaching behind me, I found his length and gave him a squeeze. “Don’t be so smug. I’m not the only one.”
“No, you’re not.” He circled my clit, and I forgot about anything but the feel of him touching me. “I haven’t been able to get earlier in the closet out of my head. Feeling you squeezing me and wishing it was my cock instead of my fingers. Having you fall apart in my arms. There’s no masterpiece that’s more breathtaking that seeing your pleasure, hearing you shatter with your orgasm.”
Breathing hard, I stared down at him.Hewas the masterpiece. And the things he could do with his fingers. It may have been six years, but he hadn’t lost an iota of his skills.
“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your hands and mouth on me,” I said while I leaned in and brushed my lips over his. We kissed wildly. My fingers speared into his thick hair and held on to him while he managed to dominate the kiss I’d initiated. He abandoned my breast to fist the hair at the back of my head, not letting me escape.
As if I would.
