“I love you,” she whispers, and it’s all I need.
I cover her mouth with mine, sucking the air from her lungs as five years’ worth of memories and moments crescendo around us.
Her fingers slide up into my hair, knocking off my hat, as our greedy, desperate mouths devour each other. Tasting, teasing, chasing, biting… it’s everything and yet it’s not nearly enough.
She tugs at my T-shirt and I break away just long enough to let her rid me of it, before I’m back again, trying to kiss her at least once for every time I showed up on her doorstep and couldn’t.
“You don’t know how much it killed me not to do this,” I murmur, as my lips slide to her jaw and down the soft, slender column of her neck. She smells like sweet perfume and tastes like absolute fucking heaven where her pulse beats fast beneath my tongue.
Her response is a low moan when my teeth scrape along that sweet skin and my fingers dip beneath her dress to the skin I’ve been dying to touch all night.
“You feel that?” I growl, lifting her just enough to grind my swollen cock into her belly. “Do you know how many times I came home, thinking about you? How many times I blew in my own fucking hand, pretending I was inside of you again?”
“Then get inside me again,” she rasps, yanking at my jeans until she has my throbbing dick in her hot little hand. “What are you waiting for?”
A low, greedy laugh rolls in my chest. As much as I want that, there’s a fuck lot more I want to do first.
Spinning her around, I urge her chest toward the counter and flip the hem of her dress, revealing the sweetest, curviest ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying hands on. Her panties are peach, just like her flushed skin… but the thin strip between her legs? It’s dark and fucking drenched.
“So fucking wet already,” I praise her, as I lean over and sweep the hair from her neck, my lips playing against her ear as my fingers trail over her cheeks and slip between her thighs. “I love when you’re ready for me.”
“Please,” she moans, as she squirms beneath me, ass lifting and hips flexing, trying desperately to catch the friction of my fingers and that soaked fabric. “Touch me.”
“Touch you or taste you?”
Her back arches at the mere suggestion and I give a low laugh.
“That’s what I thought.” And I bury my face in her sweet pussy a second later.
She gasps and mewls as I tug her panties aside with one hand and hold her open with the other, licking and teasing her clit until her legs shake.
Her knees give way and her ass bounces against my face and I dive in deeper, filling her with my tongue until my face is as wet as her panties.
“Jesseee,” she cries, and I know that plea. My aching cock does, too.
She reaches back and hooks her thumbs around the lace at her hips, lowering it for me. But I won’t take her like this. Not face down like some nameless piece of ass when she is anything but.
“Come here…” I curl an arm around her waist and turn her back to me, while she steps out of her panties and sucks in breath after ragged breath.
“I want you,” she begs, dark eyes full of so much emotion.
“I know, baby. Let’s go into the bedroom.” With an arm beneath her ass, I lift her from the floor and her legs go knowingly around my hips.
Her body begins pulsing against mine, her pussy rubbing against my cock, making it slick.
“You’re going to make me come like a fucking teenager if you keep doing that,” I warn her, fingers digging deep into her cheeks.
“That’s what I’m counting on,” she pants, and then with a single twist of her hips, the head of my cock notches at her opening.
“Hayden,” I growl, but she merely locks her eyes on mine and lowers herself down every. Single. Fucking. Inch. I grip her even tighter because if she moves again, I’m going to lose my shit. “We need a condom.”
“Just fuck me,” she whispers, lifting herself ever so slightly and sinking down again.
We’ve never… I’ve never… like this. And it’s fucking amazing.
Skin on skin. Nothing but her slick pussy wrapped around me.
The logical part of my brain says we can’t do this. It’s a dangerous game that we already lost once without even playing. But the greedy part… the greedy part doesn’t fucking care.
Pressing her back to the wall, I thrust into her so hard she cries out, her dark eyes still set on mine as she adjusts and the pain becomes pleasure. I thrust again and again, loving the way her face shifts with her emotions. From the way her mouth slacks open to the crease in her brow to the way her nostrils flare every time I retreat and fill her again.
Her cries become long, languid moans that morph into silent, hazy-eyed pleas communicated by fingernails down my back, heels pressed tight against my ass, and the slow, gripping pressure of her tight walls around my dick.
I know that pressure and I know those nails, so I slip a hand between us and tease my thumb against her clit, swirling in slow, torturous circles just the way she likes, until her back arches, her chin lifts, and her orgasm explodes in a wave of flutters and liquid spasms that seems to go on forever.
Then and only then do I take my own. Lifting and lowering her, pumping my cock in deep with my hips grinding against the insides of her thighs, I fuck her until the tension builds at the base of my spine and my vision begins to gray.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn her through gritted teeth, because, somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I should. Just in case she’s changed her mind.
“Do it,” she whispers, hands gripping my hair. “I want it. Please.”
And I let her have it, hips jerking as I unload, jet after jet, with not a single inch to spare between us.
Fucking Hayden has always been my favorite thing to do ever, but this… this is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Not even the first time we made love in this very house.
And it’s not because she let me go bare, either.
By the time my ears stop ringing and I remember where the hell I am, Hayden is smiling against my lips.
“Wow,” she sighs, and all I can do is nod. And grin. And wonder how the hell I let five years go by without this.
“Cramping up,” I rasp, and she laughs.
“Can you get us to the bathroom?”
“Maybe.”
She giggles and I shuffle us down the hall like a friggin’ penguin with my pants around my knees.
I hate the retreat from her body, but I let her slide to her feet anyway. Before I catch my breath, she has the shower going and a stack of towels on the counter.
“Join me?” she asks as she shimmies out of her dress, timidly giving me her back like we didn’t just go at it like animals in the hall.
I kick off my jeans and strip away my shirt before stepping in behind her. Unfortunately, whoever chose this minuscule shower didn’t plan on having two people using it at once, so we make quick and awkward work of washing up and then heading to her room and flopping on the bed in nothing but our towels.
“That was insane,” I say, staring up at the ceiling where the branches from the trees outside her window dance in the moonlight.
She rolls into me, wet hair against my chest with her hand on my abs. “I have an IUD,” she says almost immediately. “So, we don’t have to worry about condoms if you don’t want to.”