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Fuck yes. How could I forget?
Jumping up, I reach for my wallet and grab a condom, sheathing myself as she watches. My cock twitches with the attention, and Willow laughs before crawling up the bed and kneeling, motioning for me to do the same, a heat in her eyes that I’ve never seen before.
I follow her lead and kneel on the bed in front of her, brushing her hair behind her ears as I wait to see what she does next. Only once I’m there, her confidence falters.
“What do you need, Buttercup?” I whisper, as she turns her head away.
When she doesn’t respond, I grab her chin to bring her back around, willing her to face me. “It’s just me. Just us.”
She nods and grabs my shoulders, pulling herself higher to press her lips to my ear. “I want to be on top,” she says on a breath. “But I need you close.”
I know exactly what she wants. And yes, I want that too.
Moving Willow to the side, I sit with my back against the headboard and pull her closer, positioning her to straddle my lap. We both watch as she hovers above me, waiting until I line up my length, positioning it at her core.
Sinking down slowly, she takes me inch by inch, and we simultaneously cry out, the connection something we both missed, both needed.
Willow stills, closing her eyes as I fill her to the hilt. And I understand why. She’s so tight that her walls squeeze me, but God, it feels good. With my hands on her hips, I wait patiently for her to get comfortable, staring at her beautiful face, drinking her all in. When she finally opens her eyes, she hits me with so much love that I feel it inside my chest. She doesn’t need to say it for me to know.
Releasing a slow breath, I let her set the pace and wait until she starts to move. We’re quick to find our perfect rhythm, but when she gets close and I feel her body trembling, I lose all my control, at the exact moment she loses hers.
“Faster,” she gasps, picking up speed, bouncing on top of me while I slam up into her, our eyes locked the entire time, the intensity almost too much to take.
“Yes, that,” she rasps. “Don’t stop.”
“Never, Buttercup. Never.”
Releasing one hand, I slide it between us and massage her core, giving her a little extra to push her over the edge.
She throws her head back as her bucking continues, the new angle mixed with the friction, sending a tingle right through me.
“Fuck, Willow. This.”
“I know.”
Leaning forward, I lift the jersey and bite down on her nipple, groaning when she cries out, her body spasming as she flies over the edge. “God, yes.”
I never really got the team jersey thing, but watching Willow come apart, while in mine, is fucking heaven.
I continue to pump into her as her walls tighten again, and my orgasm hits me just as she falls in a heap, burying her face in my neck, my own body folding over hers as I catch my breath.
After we’ve been still for a few minutes, Willow straightens up, pressing her palm to my chest just like she did when we first kissed in her store. I hold my breath as emotion hits me. Emotion I wasn’t prepared for. A few months ago, I couldn’t even handle someone touching my shoulder, and now Willow’s touching my heart, my soul.
I gently brush my finger down her cheek until I reach her chin, tilting her head to face me before curling my hand into her hair. “You’re my everything, Willow. Thank you for making me whole again.”
Her breath hitches, her eyes searching mine before she smiles shyly, making me chuckle. I pull her closer until our foreheads touch, and cup her neck with my spare hand. We stay like that for a beat, relishing in the connection until Willow’s hand drops and she leans back.
“Tell me about your tattoo,” she says hesitantly. “I’ve been curious since I first saw it.”
I swallow a lump in my throat and nod, not really sure how she’s going to take this.
“It’s a song,” I whisper. “Bitter Sweet Symphony.”
Willow’s eyes light up. “That’s one of my favorites.”I know.“What are the chances?”
“Pretty high.” I chuckle lightly, making her laugh nervously, cutting in before I finish.
“Of course, it’s a popular song.” She leans forward, squinting as she tries to read it. “Is that taken from something? Like an album cover? It’s hard to read.”
