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“Fuck me, I missed you.” He squeezes my ass cheeks firmly. “Latch onto me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and clasp my ankles. He slows his movements long enough to kiss me deeply, then pulls back and speeds up. With each thrust, my body cries for release. He hits my g-spot, and I clench my muscles around him.
“Come for me, baby.”
I shake my head, trying to hold out.
“Your pussy’s so tight, so perfect. It’s made for me.”
“Ummhmm,” I whimper, not able to find my voice.
“Say it. Say it’s mine.”
I can’t speak, using every ounce of willpower to wait for him.
“Look at me, Ember.”
When I do, his eyes are stormy and deep with pure hunger. A tremor surges through me, anticipation boiling to the surface.
“Tell me it’s mine.”
I bite my lip, trying to block out the sexy rumble of his voice. His muscular shoulders tense against my palms, signaling he’s close.
Pulling myself up, my muscles loosen a bit, and I can’t hold back anymore. The delicious burning sensation starts in my chest and races down. I shatter, screaming incoherently.
“OHMYGODITSYOURSONLYYOURS!”
He drops his head to my shoulder, groaning loudly. His cock twitches inside me and se
ts off another powerful orgasm that leaves me immobile. My vision goes spotty and then completely dark for several seconds as pleasure rolls through my body.
His lips find mine, and he kisses me until we’re both gasping for breath.
“Needless to say, I missed you.”
His eyes sparkle with happiness as he resumes kissing my face and running his lips along my neckline. Our heartbeats return to normal as his damp body presses against mine. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
We’re both silent, and instead of relaxing, he goes still against me. “You know how precious you are, right? How loved you are?”
“Yes.”
“If you ever doubt it, even for a second, you come to me. You helped me fight the guilt and anger that followed me every day. I want to do the same for you.”
“Tonight, I let the situation with Brad go. It’s unbelievable that a few days with me changed his life, but if he’s a good man now, and sincerely remorseful, then it’s okay.”
“Right.” He leans over the bed to his shorts and digs in the pocket.
When he pulls out the familiar gold chain, my eyes fill with tears.
“He looped it around his keychain for five years, reminding him of you. He wants you to have it back.”
I finger the anklet quietly. “It was my present to myself on my eighteenth birthday.”
“Do you want me to put it on?”
“No, I’ll never wear it again, but thank you for bringing it back to me.”
