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“Hey.” I pull at her hands, but she lifts anxious eyes to me. I drop my gaze and see the silvery lines snaking their way past her navel. “Holly, it may come as a shock to you, but I actually find you sexier with stretch marks.” Her hips are wider, her breasts full. She’s grown into a beautiful woman. Her thin, gangly teenage frame filled out to be something exquisite.
“What?”
I stretch her arms wide, revealing her stomach. She tries to fight me, and when she realises she can’t win, she tries to move into me to cover her body.
“We all have scars. You just can't see mine. Yours tell a story that I want to know. Beau is incredible. I knew you’d be a phenomenal mother,” I utter softly. “Don't hide from me.”
She lowers her arms, and I help her step out of her dress and over to the bed. Cupping her face, I lower mine and kiss her lightly.
“Cameron, I never thought I’d see you again.”
“You and me both.” I really want to ravage her until her creamy skin is red with the scratches of my stubble, swollen and pulsing, but she wants slow right now. She needs something from me that I'm all too happy to give. I’ll give her what she needs, then take what I want.
Laying her down, I peel her lingerie off and run my fingers all over her skin, kissing my way across her collarbone and right down to her toes before I move back up and latch onto her panting mouth.
“I need you,” she whispers.
We’ve barely touched, but I'm aching to sink deep inside her, and she is glistening from the light touches of exploration. I know it’s been a long time for her, but I don't want to fuck around with foreplay. I want to be inside her. I crave the blissful pleasure I always felt with her. I grab a condom out of the top drawer and rip it open with my teeth.
Sheathing myself, I spread her legs and stare down at her pussy. She squirms, and I slide my palms along her inner thighs, moving back into position. Heat emanates off of her, and I shiver, knowing any moment now she’ll be wrapped around me. I catch a look of worry in her eyes, and I know at that moment she is fighting the same fear. What if this will break every preconception we’ve ever had, and this fizzles away into nothingness. We might get closure once and for all. I don't want this kind of closure. I hate the thoughts ping-ponging around my mind, and I do the only thing I can to shut it off.
I thrust deep. “Fuck,” I choke, and she grabs me tight and draws me in deeper. I shake my head as her fluttery moan slides over my skin, setting it alight. “Holly,” I pant, keeping still.
“Ouch.” She bites her lip, and then giggles when I puff my cheeks out. I was not expecting her to be so snug. “I was hoping this would be a bit more romantic.” She fights a wide smirk, humming in discomfort as my cock stretches her open.
“Same, I wasn’t aware you’d been training your pussy for the Olympics.” I grit my teeth as I fight the urge to come.
She bursts out laughing, and I shift. I allow her to become accommodated with my size before I slide back out and then drop forward on a deep groan.
“I can’t believe you just said that.” She chuckles. I rock my hips back and drop back in on a lazy thrust. Perfection.
“I can’t believe I'm finally back inside you, gorgeous.” I grip her hair and drop my mouth to hers. Her fingers find mine, and she stares up, vulnerable. Open wide and lost to the growing need flickering like a dying ember between us. It soon ignites, and I drive in. “God, I missed you.” With a shudder, I sink home again and again. I don’t think, not when my need is this great. I sate both her and myself with every roll and thrust. We may be joined at the hips, but I feel our connection right in my heart.
“I missed you too,” she moans, her eyes filling up. Her legs twine behind my back, and I slam in, needing to claim something that was taken from me. Claim her. Holly’s mouth drops open, and I repeat the action again, eagerly drawing low moans from us both. Her body moves with mine, matching me thrust for thrust.
“I want to give you slow, but…” I tilt my head when pleasure tapers down my spine and grips my balls. Fucking hell.
“Just give it to me. Anything,” she cries when I slam deep. My mouth hangs open as I feel the first flutters of her orgasm massage my cock.
“Dammit, Holly. You’re tight as fuck.”
Slamming my mouth to hers, I begin to plough in and out in chaotic strokes. “Cameron!” Her skin is so soft, her body yielding, and yet, she takes the hard strikes I deliver with a greed I can sympathise with.
“Not yet, baby.” I shake my head, trying to focus. I’ll give her slow afterwards. I fuck her as though it's my first and last time because I'm almost sure it is. She shares the same sense of urgency and clings, riding me in hard strokes. Her moans turn more desperate. As her tone crosses into tear territory, we slip over the abyss. Her tears win and she sobs, holding me tight. “I know, Holly.” I swallow my own heartache and kiss us through our pain.
She is the only woman for me.
“I can’t lose you again, Cam.”
“I'm not me. Not really. You understand?” I cup her face and her hands slide up my arms and cup my face back.
“Do you think you’ll ever come back?” she asks tearfully. I dip and press a kiss at the corner of her mouth.
“I want to.” I have every intention of returning when I'm no longer a prisoner to my past. Dr Peterson has put me in contactwith a therapist, and I have every intention of getting my life back on track and for good.
But will she still be here, waiting?
Chapter Twenty-Two
