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Chapter Twenty-Four
BRIGGS
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The only place I’veever felt like I belong is in his arms they wrap me up now, strong and warm. He’s different, yet the same. His jaw rubs my skin raw, his body is stronger, his movements are more sure.
He moves slower and more deliberately than when we were young and desperate. He takes his time kissing long my skin, teasing me under my shirt before gently peeling it from my body. He leans back taking me in, sitting braless on the counter. He squeezes my thighs with strong palms, massaging up my legs and I let my head fall back.
“Are we doing this?” He asks. He always asked. It embarrassed me as a teenager, to always have to say yes, to say I wanted him. I used to think it came from insecurity, that he needed my reassurance. Now that I’m an adult I know it came from respect, that he needed my consent.
To answer him I sneak my fingers in the waistband of his jeans and pinch open the button.
“We are doing this,” I whisper, sliding the zipper down and letting the denim hang open, I drag my finger along the dip in his hipbone to the bulge of his cock, ready for me.
He lifts me off the counter with one arm, the other clears the bed of jewelry debris in one swoop. The clatter of beads and clasps hitting the walls and floor is deafening in the dark silence of the night. He settles me in the center of the bed and hovers over top.
“You are so beautiful,” he says, lowering to kiss me gently before travelling along my jaw, down my neck and over the swell of my breast. He flicks my nipple with gentle warmth, and I bite my lip hard. He works the button and zipper of my jeans one handed, and his fingers disappear underneath soft blue lace. He knows my body, after all this time he knows exactly where to go, exactly what I need, but something is different.
Time.
Time has given him a sure touch, firm kiss, more command.
He captures my moan with a kiss as he reacquaints with my body, tracing slow circles over my clit.
“Get those pants off,” he demands against my lips and this new part of him I haven’t ever met before reignites the fiery need for him. I lift my hips and he helps me shimmy my way out, eventually moving to the end of the bed to rip the material from my legs and settle between them. He kisses my stomach and hips and makes his way down my hips and over my pubic bone. The moment he presses his tongue to my clit I let go of everything holding me back.
I’m consumed by how it feels to be under his touch. How I missed this, how I crave this.
He slips his palm up my torso, rolling my nipple between his fingers and new levels of electric energy pulse through me. I rock against his mouth and fist the sheets beside me.
“Come for me, Babe,” he hums, and the dirty talk sends me over the edge. I’m dizzy and floating when he crawls up for a kiss. I tear at his pants hanging on his hips and he laughs at my frantic pushing. It takes him less than a second to strip down to nothing and I marvel at the changes in his body. I watch him grip the base of his cock and gently slide the tip against me. He lets go of himself and scoops his hand under my ass as he enters me, angling my hips to take him all the way.
He groans and lets his head fall to my shoulder. His body stills, his breath is slow and measured, he’s fighting something inside. I drag my fingers along his sides. Slowly I kiss the side of his head and nuzzle him until I have access to his earlobe. I know he likes this. I know it’s a button for him, so I nip the flesh and his breath speeds up. I suck the lobe into my mouth with a pop and whisper in his ear.
“I want you to fuck me now, Alexander,” it comes out more breathless and wispier than I mean it to. Like a plea rather than an order. He shifts back to admire me, his vision clearing of whatever clouds had shadowed them.
He slowly pulls out and thrusts back in a smooth measured groan that matches my breath as I relax into him, him into me.
“God, I missed how good you feel,” his admission is followed by a hard kiss and I have no chance to respond. He unleashes on me with his full power and I cling to every good thing he gives me as we pick up exactly where we left off ten years ago.
Completely lost in each other.
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Xansleeps quietly beside me and I tuck into the warmth of his body. He stirs and shifts making a low noise in the back of his throat. I haven’t been able to fall asleep around the tumbling thoughts. Sex with him was magical, emotional, and raw. He is more experienced and forward, he commanded my attention and drove my lust for him with expert precision.
It frightens me now that the effects of him wear off and reality settles back in. My body screams for him, but I know it’s not practical. I know it’s not what we’re supposed to do.
He startles next to me and I watch him with curiosity. He must be dreaming, the way his eyes dart beneath his lids and his brows twitch. The noise comes again, higher pitched. His arms twitch, his legs tuck up and I have to scoot farther back so he doesn’t knee me.
It sounds like he’s having a nightmare, so I reach over and lightly touch his arm. “Xan,” I whisper but his whimpering grows louder. Words begin to form, or what I think are words.
No. Don’t leave. Keep breathing. Come back.
His muscles tense and the words turn to cries, turn to a scream and it scares me.
“Xan!” I call loudly and his eyes spring open. They’re clouded. Filled with tears and grief, he buries his face in the pillow and yells, the muscles in his neck about to snap.
