He grips my ass with one hand and moves the other between my legs so that he can play with my clit as he fucks me deep. The pleasure, the way the sensations mix inside of me, sends me into overdrive, and I can’t help but let out a long groan of pleasure as I begin to ride him properly. It feels as though I can’t have enough of him, as though I could gorge myself on every inch of him and still come up needing more.
But for now – for now, this will do. He is here, he is back, and he wants me just the same as he always did. And I am going to take every moment of this and hold as tight to it as I possibly can.
It doesn’t take long before I feel myself starting to clench around him, the muscles on the inside of my thighs beginning to twitch as I feel myself arching towards a release. I need this. I need this – I have needed this for so long it feels as though it has been coming for a whole decade, since the last time he had his hands on me, since the last time he touched me like this, as though I am his to take.
His hand on the small of my back, he guides me up and down, lets me ride him and use him the way I need to right now, and soon, my whole body is consumed with the flush of desire, the rush of need that explodes over me and–
"Fuck!" I cry out as I feel my pussy tense around his cock, the pulsing waves of pleasure arching out and through me to take over my entire body. Everything else falls away for a moment, and if it wasn’t for the feeling of his hands on me, I doubt that I would have been able to hang onto this earth at all.
A few moments later, I feel him fill me with his warmth, his seed rushing through me. I am never going to be able to let him go again, not after this. Not after knowing how good it feels to be with him again.
He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me, and I lean my head down against his shoulder and listen to the ragged sound of his breath as the two of us return to reality together. I plant a kiss on his neck, still not quite able to believe that he is here, that he is mine again, after everything that we have been through. After everything that I thought I lost, he is here once more, and I can’t think of anything more perfect than that.
He pulls away from me, looks me in the eye, cups my face in his hands for a moment. His expression right now is serious, and I can tell that there is so much that he wants to say to me.
And there is so much that I want to say to him, too. But right now, I just want to kiss him one more time. And so, I do just that. Reminding myself that, this time, we have all the time in the world to say everything that we need to. He isn’t going anywhere. And I am going to make the very most of having him back right where he belongs once more.
10
Baxter
When I wake in a hotel room, it takes me a moment to remember where I am.
What happened last night? The memories are a little fractured, the intensity of the emotion enough to make it hard to piece everything together. But then, I hear her let out a little snuffle in the bed next to me, and I glance over to see her sleeping beside me – and I remember.
I came back to Sweetheart, came back to her. I still can’t quite believe that all of this is real, and if it wasn’t for the sight her – sprawled naked across the bed beside me, her hair spread across the pillow like a morning sunrise – I might not be able to believe it.
But there she is. Looking as perfect as she ever did. She has changed in the years since we first knew each other, and I can’t wait to find out all the ways that she has – but for now, I just want to enjoy this, the first morning of the rest of our lives together.
After we hooked up in my car last night, we had driven out of Sweetheart to get a hotel, and we spent the night here together, fooling around and laughing and talking and wondering if this could actually be real. I know that she is as stunned as I am that all of this is happening, but neither of us are going to pass up the chance to enjoy it. Not now, not when everything feels so right.