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My hips tip back, my cock pulling from the clamp of her greedy body. Using the power in my arms, I slam her back onto my length, groaning her name loud enough for passersby to hear.
“Faster,” she begs.
I give her what she wants; thick, hard, and fast thrusts in and out of her body, my hands holding her roughly enough to leave bruises.
Her tits fall from her dress, the sweet handful of flesh jerking up and down with every powerful surge.
She’s at my mercy, her arms barely holding her up, braced on the basin as she welcomes my torture. Years of built-up tension exploding between us in sex so sharp we’re free-falling into the pain and suffering we’ve caused one another, searching for forgiveness.
No words are exchanged, no softly spoken endearments of devotion or love. Harsh breathing and jagged grunts echo the heavy slap of skin as I fuck her as deeply as I can, erasing the emptiness we’ve forced upon one another throughout the years.
Sweat drips down my back and across my brow. It glows along her skin like glitter.
Head tipped back, she pants with desire, silently begging for more. It dips her back, lifting her ass, and I curse at how good she feels.
“Come inside me, Brooks,” she whimpers. “Fill me up.”
My eyes close in ecstasy.
Fill me up.
Fuck.
“Give me your cum first, Henley. Come on me.”
“Harder,” she begs. “Break me.”
My hips lurch forward, pushing her into the edge of the ceramic painfully. It’s her undoing. She screams out my name, her pussy throbbing and clenching me in a way that pulls the cum straight from my dick. My release explodes inside her as she spasms around me.
We remain still, eyes anchored in the mirror. Feelings of past hurt and an unresolved love stare back at us. Our eyes reflect the desires of our heart so heavily neither one of us are brave enough to look away.
“I wish I had my camera right now,” I tell her. “Anyone ever tell you you’re beautiful?”
“You.” She stands, and I fall from her body. “Only you.”
How is that possible? How do men and women not throw themselves at her feet? Her long dark hair splayed like a halo around her creamy skin. Kisses of the sun pressed into the coloring on her face like a map to happiness. Full lips screaming to be worshipped, begging to be teased and tasted. How do her melancholy eyes not drag people in, daring them to get lost in her darkness? How does her hesitant smile not break their hearts wide open and ruin them for anyone else?
I place a delicate kiss on her shoulder. “I know it makes me an asshole, but I’m glad. I’m glad I see into your soul like no one else is brave enough to do. It’s fucking sublime.”
“I love you, Brooks Riley. I just hope I know how to love you right.”
“We’ll find our way,” I tell her, ignoring the swirl of doubt twisting in my stomach. The truth is, we’re lost more than we’re found to one another. We’re caught up in the damage of our love, and that pain seems to be the only way we knowhowto love one another. “Wait there.”
I grab a wad of tissue paper, turning her to face me, eyes lost in hers as I dab between her legs, drying the evidence of what we just shared from her bare thighs. “I didn’t use a condom.”
She shrugs, adjusting her dress to cover up her body.
I pull her toward me, my lips pushing against hers. “Nothing between us anymore, Henley.”
“Nothing between us,” she agrees.
I smile, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I’ve fucked you nice and dirty. Now let's go home so I can do it hard and slow.”
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HENLEY
THREE MONTHS LATER
