I lube up as well, and then slowly insert myself into both of her holes with my fingers.

“Yes,” she cries out. “Oh my God, Ryot.”

Pleased with her response, I lower my head to her slick clit and say, “No matter what happens to us, Myla, this cunt, it will always be mine. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” she groans right before I press my tongue against her and take a long, languid stroke. “Oh . . . my . . . God.”

As I work my hand in and out of her, I continue to press the flat of my tongue against her clit, pulling out every moan, every pleasure in her body, and I revel in it. I revel in her taste, in the spasms that wrack her, and in the way she begs and pleads for me to go faster.

“Ryot, fuck . . . just . . . just fuck me hard. I need to be fucked. Please.”

The sound of her pleas, the throatiness in her voice, it has me hardening, and I give myself a few more seconds of fucking her with my fingers before I feel fully ready and then bring my cock to her entrance. Her hands grip the comforter beneath her, and she yells out in pleasure as I enter her.

Hands on her hips, I move in and out at a relentless pace. Oh my fucking God. I have missed this. Her. The feel of her.

Emotions evade me as I realize what the hell I’m doing. This woman, the love of my life, I’m giving her what she wants, what she needs. I know I signed those papers, I know I told her I would let her walk away, but fuck . . . I’m not sure that’s possible. I’m not sure I can let go of this, of her. Not when everything feels so right. Not when I feel like I could get lost in her forever. This, us, we’re supposed to be with each other. There’s no mistaking it.

So how do I keep her?

How do I make sure I always have her in my life?

This feeling, how do I hold on to it forever?

“Ryot, God, you feel so good. You always make me feel so good.” I move my hand around the front of her and slide it between her legs, where I play with her clit. She moans even louder and thrusts her hips up, offering me a different angle, an angle so deep that I don’t think there is an end. “Yes, oh fuck me, Ryot. Take me.”

I grunt as I pulse harder and harder, both of our orgasms building, both of us moaning and twisting and pulsing, reaching for that impossible feeling until she convulses around me, tightening to the point that everything around me goes black. She’s the first to erupt, her body writhing with euphoria. And then I follow right behind, everything tightening as I come inside her.