Page 92 of Inspiring Izzy


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Brady swallows hard. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say those words. Say it again."

"I love you," I repeat as his fingers glide across my stomach.

My eyes fill with tears as he nudges my thighs apart with his knee. I've waited so long—so long—to feel this way again. To feel understood and seen andsafe. I can't believe I ever settled for anything less.

"It's been a while," I admit as Brady's tip presses against my soaked core.

"How long?" he frowns.

"Two years," I whisper.

Brady caresses my jaw with his fingers. "Then, we'll go slow."

I nod as a single tear slips down my cheek. When it hits his thumb, he gives me a soft kiss.

He pushes into me carefully, keeping his lips on mine. I adjust to his size as my core throbs. It's been so long, I'm afraid I've forgotten how to dothis. But Brady is patient. He thrusts in, then out. And I pant beneath him, running my hands over his shoulders, his back, his ass.

"I'm getting so close, Brady."

His hand slips between us and he rubs my swollen clit with his thumb. "Come for me, Iz."

I roll my hips against him, sending him deeper inside. One more thrust and I know I'll come undone.

As he plunges inside, I let go and a tidal wave washes over me. My limbs tingle and my muscles clench around Brady's cock. It's even better than I remember.

"Good girl," he praises me as he moves inside me.

My nails dig into his shoulders as he pulls his hand out from between us and increases speed. I moan as his arms circle me and he buries his face in my neck.

I wrap my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles at his lower back, as his movements become sloppy. One final thrust and he's coming inside me with a roar.

I think I might pass out from how hot that was.

Brady kisses my throat before his forehead finds mine. "That was amazing."

"I'm sure that's what you say to all the girls," I give him a hard time.

He shakes his head as we stay twined together. "You're impossible."

"It's not fair," I brush the dark hair off his forehead.

"What's not fair?" he asks, slightly out of breath.

"All the girls who got to be with you while I was..." I trail off.

Brady exhales. "I didn't think you'd ever come back to me."

"But you kept the ring, anyway?"

"I still hoped," he chuckles.

"If it makes you feel any better," I grin, "I'm much better for you now."

"Why is that?" It comes out gruff and deep, and my core clenches around his still-hard dick inside me.

"Because now I know."

"You're speaking in riddles," he laughs.

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