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I reach down to stop him touching my sensitive flesh. It’s too much.
Lacing our fingers together, he pushes my arms above my head while he continues to fuck me. “Well, that was new,” he grunts, sounding really pleased with himself.
“That was—” I can’t talk.
“Fucking amazing. You’re gonna sit on my face and do that. You’re a goddess.” Kissing me, he tilts my hips in a way that I know he wants me to come for him again. He loves nothing more than giving me pleasure.
Every inch of him is savage tonight. There was never any chance of us not tearing our clothes off and then screwing each other’s brains out.
Thrills run up and down my body as he kisses me roughly, his punishing hip thrusts begging me to come again. “I’m coming, Ash. Come with me.”
Rock hard, my words are his undoing, “Fill me with your cum,” I whisper in his ear.
Arms still above my head, his left hand entwined with my left hand, our wedding rings graze against each other, a small reminder of what we are. A husband and wife, who, after fifteen years, may have lost our way but found each other again before it was too late.
Eyes locked; I squeeze his hand. He squeezes mine in response and in a frenzy, our bodies fused, the power of our orgasms sends us into a pleasure bomb of ecstasy, exploding in shuddering waves as we take each other to the edge and beyond.
The simmering glow that was between us, now a full-on bonfire of love and desire.
His strokes slow down, my inner walls rippling around him as we come down from our high. Exhausted and feeling boneless, he’s still semi-hard inside of me as we lie panting together.
“We’re doing this every day. Sex with you is mind-blowing.” Eyes half shut, he looks at me dreamily, as if he’s punch drunk.
I’m a disheveled mess like him. “I need a shower.”
“Yes, you do, Officer Johansson. You’re a very dirty police officer.”
I giggle when he calls me that. “That was fun.”
“We’re definitely doing that again.”
“I feel like you made me yours again,” I confess, something I haven’t felt in a while.
He draws a line with his fingertip down my nose and across my top lip. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren’t, Lily.”
“I love it when you do that.” It’s a gesture he used to do every day, then stopped because he always left for work before I woke up or came back late, so I was already asleep.
“I’m going to make up for all the time we’ve lost. I promise.”
I believe he will. “Me too.”
He looks mischievous when he says, “I've loved you since the day you hit me with that door.”
A loud giggle shakes my chest because it’s what he said to me the first time I ever told him I was in love with him. “Liar.” I pinch his ass playfully the same way I did all those years ago.
“Ouch, okay, okay.” He surrenders, reenacting and repeating what he said to me. “Maybe not, but definitely when I saw you in the coffeehouse. I knew then.” Rubbing the tip of his nose against mine, he says, “Your smile, you make great coffee. Those big eyes I saw myself in, your runaway mouth.” Impressing me, he remembers what he said to me word for word. Then he spoils it by saying, “Which I’m going to stuff full of my cock.”
“Don’t ever change, Ash.” I roll my head side to side.
“You are so confusing, first you tell me I need to change, now you’re telling me not to.”
“Oh, stop.” I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling content and happy.
“You are an exceedingly difficult woman to please, Lily Johansson. Although, I did make you squirt. Best. Moment. Ever.”
And that’s how the evening continued, teasing each other, laughing together, making love, and, more importantly, rekindling the deep love we have.
It’s still there.
