“Yes.” I grab onto the bedding at my sides as he slides his hands from my breast down my stomach to the edge of my underwear, tugging them over my hips and slipping them off of me.

“You know...” His eyes meet mine as he lifts my feet to his shoulders. “I’ve spent a whole lot of sleepless nights thinking about what you might taste like.” His fingers slip through my slick folds in a barely-there touch, and my body shakes with anticipation. “Have you thought about what it might be like to have my mouth between your legs?”

“Yes.”

The truth is, I’ve gotten myself off more than once imagining a moment just like this: his wide shoulders holding my thighs apart, the feel of his hands, how his words would send me over the edge just like they did the night we were together. I’ve even replayed that night over and over again in my mind—only, when I do, he never leaves.

His fingers part my slick folds, and his gaze finds mine for a moment before the heat of his mouth covers my pussy, and then his tongue flicks over my clit. I squeeze my eyes closed and press my head back into the pillow while lifting my hips to get closer, only to try and pull back when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, sending a shockwave through my system.

“Oh my God!” I cry out, coming apart in an instant, my body shaking along with my thighs. I wasn’t expecting to orgasm so quickly—then again, I’ve been living on a knife’s edge for weeks, anticipating this moment even when I didn’t think it would ever happen. Instead of letting me come down slowly from the high, he slides two fingers inside me and flicks his tongue over my clit, hurling me right into another orgasm that causes my breath to catch and lights to dance behind my closed eyelids.

Breathing heavily, I feel his lips on my inner thigh right before he takes my feet off his shoulders and stands, wrapping my legs around his hips. Leaning over me, his mouth takes mine as he slides the head of his cock through my wetness, then slowly starts to slip inside me. I forgot how thick he is, forgot the twitch of pain there was the last time he was inside me, but just like before, I relish it. When he bottoms out, he pulls his head back and looks me in the eye.

I want to cry again, because I know what I’m seeing in his gaze, even if he doesn’t know what he’s feeling. He’s just as lost in me as I am in him.

“Are you okay?” he asks, dropping his forehead to mine, and I nod as I attempt to swallow down the tears I feel burning the back of my throat. “I’m gonna move.”