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The hot water cascades over his muscles. My eyes anchor on the way his body flexes as he moves to let the water hit the back of his neck then his face. I enter quietly, removing his t-shirt over my head, then dipping my body to remove my knickers.
He hears me then, my feet padding the floor as I step into the shower with him. I’m slow, perhaps a little hesitant when I see him wide eyed, lost in thought. “Can I join?” I ask.
He tilts his head, an affectionate smile beaming at me like sunlight.
I return it as I step closer. Stopping in front of him, I reach my arms up to lay my palms flat against his chest. The drilling rhythm of the spray matches the beat of his heart beneath my fingers. I refuse to ask what he’s thinking. I lean forwards, kissing his chest, determined to take his mind off whatever it was.
Dean slides his hands into my now damp hair, gently massaging the back of my scalp.
I moan against him, my lips vibrating against his wet skin. Our bodies instantly heat. I press another kiss against his chest, my hands moving to his hips. They buck like they always do, and I smile feeling his arousal press against my skin. I straighten my spine, pushing my body into his.
“I’m not the only one who missed you,” he purrs lustfully.
I look up, Dean’s eyes are set on me.
He pulls me closer, tilting my chin up to him.
“I missed you more.” I let my hand sweep between us as I speak, taking his cock in my hand. He’s hard. So hard.
His eyes close when I tighten my grip. His breath hitsmy cheeks, and his lips part as the water runs down his face, dripping onto mine. He’s beautiful.
I start moving my hand, pulling stifled groans from his throat as I work him tenderly.
Dean shifts his stance, lowering his forehead to mine. “Not fucking possible.”
I open my mouth, whimpering as he hungrily crashes his lips to mine. My back’s pushed against the tiles when he guides us backwards. I throw my arms over his shoulders, and his hands move from my hair, trailing down along my arms. Without warning, Dean hooks his fingers under my thighs, lifting me to wrap my legs around his waist.
“Dean!” I protest all too aware of my increasing weight. “You can’t lift me like—”
“Shh, babe. I’ve got you.”
I try my best to get my point across when I feel him slide against my entrance. “Shit.” The sensation of his soft tip stroking my pussy makes me squirm, halting any concerns I had. I dig my nails into his hard skin, and he groans, slowly filling me with every thick inch of him. “Fuck.” I throw my head back, my chin raised high.
“Mads.”
I hum my response lowering my head, knowing he wants me to look at him. We’re back together. As one. Connected.
Blinking away the spray hitting my face, he pulls his hips back, then slowly pushes forward.
A drawn-out moan escapes me. My lips part, and he takes my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine. I pull him closer, my arms still wrapped around his shoulders.
We lose ourselves, and finally my mind feels free. Our history. What we’ve been through. What we have to come. All of it vanishes from thought, leaving me right here in the now. All there is is the want. The need. Hunger for one another. I’ve neverseen anything as beautiful as him.
Dean’s hands grip my skin, carefully holding me as he glides in and out of me. The steady rhythm makes me start seeing stars. The warming sensation between my thighs makes me arch my back.
I slip into a trance, enjoying every movement of his body against mine. The love I have for him, it surpasses any kind of emotion I’ve ever felt. It’s too out of this world to put into any kind of words, and its only gotten stronger. Like they say love does when you’re apart. It’s hitting me in this moment like a hurricane in a storm, striking my heart, blurring everything as it consumes me without apology.
I’m momentarily blinded. Completely overcome by the full force of the love I feel. This reconnection of our love. What we have, it may not be perfect, but it’s ours. I grip his hair never wanting to let go of him again.
Closing my eyes, I feel it coming, feel the shift in my emotions drawing closer as Dean tightens his hold on me, his mouth sucking and nipping at my skin as he buries himself deeper inside me. I’m overwhelmed, unable to suppress the hot tears unexpectedly rushing to my eyes and spilling over the edges. They hide behind the droplets of water running down my face from the shower.
When a dry sob heaves from my chest, Dean instantly stops moving, wiping my face and turning me away from the spray. “Mads?” His voice is full of worry.
“I’m fine.” I suck in a breath, biting my bottom lip to stop it trembling.
“Babe.” His full focus is on me. His soft words make my body slack in his arms. With one hand steadily holding me, the other scoops the nape of my neck, pulling my head to his. “I’m here,” he reassures me. He kisses me, a deep kiss that has my back arching, my toes curling. Then he says, “We can stop,” thinkingI’m overwhelmed. He’s right. It is overwhelming. We’ve not done this for so long. But I don’t want this to ever end.
No. Still inside me, I roll my hips, eliciting a deep rumble from his chest. I hold my hands either side of his face, looking down to him. “I don’t want you to,” I sniff. “I want you to love me,” I look to his lips, gently brushing mine against them as I whisper, “and never let me go.”
