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He smiled down at her body, still so perfect.
He leaned in laving one nipple and then the other back and forth until she squirmed and wriggled under him. Again, his dick was happy but the impatient bastard would have to wait. The last time they’d been in a hurry unable to pace themselves but this time he wanted to take his time and savor every inch of her. Yeah, he sounded like a damn cliche but he couldn’t help it.
She moaned out, then dug her fingers into his hair nudging him away from her breasts, then lower.
He grinned up at her. “My girl always knows what she wants.”
He obliged her slowly taking his time over her hip bone then across her thigh. Getting close, but not quite there.
“Ohhh fuck, yeah, I love to tease you.” He sucked the soft flesh of her inner thigh until he left his mark and when she squealed he smiled against her leg. “And I think you like to be teased.”
He spread her legs wide wanting to see every part of her, loving the quivering of anticipation and the way she opened up for him. He licked his lips wanting to taste her and fuck her all at once. So he did the next best thing—he slid between her thighs and fucked her with his tongue. Long strokes with short flicks sucking and driving his tongue deep.
Her heaving breaths kept pace with him and when he added his thumb and nipped at her clit her hips bucked off the mattress. He gazed up at her parted lips and hooded eyes, but she wasn’t there yet. He sucked her clit harder and when she yelled out his name he almost blew apart—Almost.
“Love hearing my name on your lips while I suck your clit. Sweetest sound ever.”
Her hips continued to rock and he savored her aftershocks with the tip of his tongue. Then he eased up her body mashing his lips to hers wanting her to know how good she tasted.
He rolled to her side loving the flush of her skin. He eased onto his knees and she followed his movements with her eyes too spent to speak. He turned her onto her stomach and eased his arm around her waist pulling her to her knees. He leaned over her back and nipped her earlobe.
“You ready for more?” He swept her hair aside and nuzzled her neck. “I remember how you used to love squeezing my dick.”
“Yes, yes,” she mumbled against the pillow then arched her back raising her ass higher.
He dipped his fingers into her wetness, coated himself with her cream, then slipped between her ass cheeks. Gripping her hips tight he rode her ass. When she panted out his name he slapped the firm flesh—hard, then smoothed his palm over the redness.
A whimper escaped her lips when his tip teased her slit. Just enough to make her wiggle her ass against him. He did it a few more times and when he couldn’t take it anymore he pulled back, sheathed himself, raised her hips higher and slid home.
“Fuckin’ hell!” he shouted out loving the feel of her surrounding him, gloving him in her tightness. He thrust harder, slamming in and out, their skin slapping against each other. Everything he remembered, everything she was to him came back in living color.
His vision blurred and his body reacted on its own knowing he was finally home, knowing this was what was missing, this was what he needed. He thrust into her one last time before he exploded. Bracing his hand against the headboard he tried to catch his breath.
He tilted her face to his and she hungrily kissed him. Wrapping his arms around her they collapsed to the bed their ragged breathing filled the room.
She twisted in his arms, then cupped his face with her palm. “I’ve missed you. Missed feeling alive and in the moment with someone.”
He covered her hand with his. “We had so little time together, yet I felt and feel like I know you better than people I’ve known for years.” He shifted to a sitting position and arranged the pillows behind them. “I just want you to know there hasn’t been anyone else.”
“In ten years?” Her sly grin made him smile.
“Sure, random hookups, but nothing serious.”
She drew in a breath. “I just?—”
He pressed his forefinger against her lips. “You don’t have to say anything.”
Right now, he didn’t want anyone to invade this special time, and he sure wasn’t ready to hear about her having a kid with Johnny Russo.
Cheryl’s heart thudded against her ribs. Now would be the perfect time to tell him about Portia. Try to explain her reasons for not contacting him, but she didn’t want to spoil this perfect moment. So many times she fantasized about being with him again, having him hold her, care for her.
She longed to tell him everything about her last ten years. The circumstances that forced her to marry Johnny. Her off-again on-again relationship with her father. How he helped her then asked for something in return, and yet somehow he didn’t see how he manipulated the people around him. She could spit it all out right now, but she feared Nick’s reaction. Selfishly she kept the words to herself dreading it might break this beautifulbubble surrounding them. As usual, her truths held more weight than a lie or a lie of omission.
“Hey, you’re thinking too much.” Nick idly traced his finger over the curve of her breast.
“It’s hard not to after all these years.”
He cocked his head at their bodies intertwined. “This hasn’t changed at all. We still know what each other wants and needs.”
