Liam drops his boxers and my heart starts to thump again. I had convinced myself that I was exaggerating when I thought about his dick over the years, that I was tricking myself with blind nostalgia. But I was right. The man is as hung as I remember. As he starts to crawl over me, I back myself up the bed until I hit the plush pillows, throwing myself down amongst them. The warmth of his skin sends shivers over me as he gets closer.

“Do I need a condom?” he asks, his voice a whisper against my heated skin.

“No, I’m on the pill,” I tell him. Perhaps a reckless decision, but I still trust Liam – I know that if he thought for a second he has an STI he wouldn’t suggest this, so I give him the go-ahead. I can’t wait a moment longer.

Once his weight settles between my thighs I have a sudden moment of clarity. This is probably a very stupid idea, I think to myself, he’s still your ex. But before I can give it enough thought, Liam lifts my thigh over his hip and notches his cock into me. There are no thoughts in my mind other than Liam. His dark eyes are my only warning as he thrusts, stealing the air out of me.

“Fuck Ellis, you’re so wet for me,” he says, his arms shaking beside my head from the force of staying still until I am used to his size. I squirm beneath him, adjusting myself until I find my hips moving naturally against him.

I can feel all of my muscles starting to relax while he starts to rock his hips in time with mine before he starts to fuck me harder. Faster. Deeper. He is fucking me as though my body has always been his. I wonder if a part of that is true. Nobody has been able to reach as deep in me as Liam.

“Liam, don’t stop. You feel so good. Ah fuck.” I babble as I bring my other leg to wrap around his waist digging my feet into the base of his spine.

He groans against the heated skin of my neck between his kisses and bites. I’m way too old to have a hickey, but it feels way too good to tell him to stop.