Like a flip of a switch, everything was right in the world.

We fused ourselves together; my legs went around his hips, he kissed me deeply, I locked my arms around his neck, and he pushed inside me in one fluid motion that punched the air out of my lungs.

Mother of fucking cocks.

“Fuck,” he exhaled.

I clenched my jaw as the fire spread through me, and I spoke against his lips. “Tell me you missed me too.”

I cupped his face in my hands, and he rested our foreheads together.

“Every goddamn day.” He brushed his lips to mine and pulled out slowly, only to push in again, and I groaned. “I think about you all the time,” he murmured. “I always wanna get closer.”

I sucked in a breath, a storm of emotions unfurling within me. Overwhelming relief, determination, unbridled fucking happiness. He made me smile like an idiot.

“Good. Same here.” I kissed him again, and this time, we didn’t stop.

He fucked me in long, measured thrusts, his mouth and one hand never leaving my skin. It was a steady race, and he wouldn’t let me rush him. He just shook his head and told me to calm down. Let me savor this, he whispered.

A shudder ripped through me. How he could seduce me so thoroughly, I’d never fucking get. It was one thing to get me going physically, but to kidnap my mind? Whole other game.

I couldn’t look away from him.

He didn’t look away from me either.

The pressure built up inside me, only increasing when he started stroking my cock. I moaned and clenched down around him, spurring him on. Not the pace, just the force. He fucked me harder, not faster. The rest of the world didn’t exist. All I saw was this man and how I wanted to spend the rest of my life getting fucked like this by him.

I clung to him. Fuck breathing. I couldn’t stop kissing him. My fingers dug into his flesh—and my heels into his ass cheeks. It was as if I couldn’t get close enough.

It had to be us.

A heavy breath gusted out of me, and I started panting. And at fucking last, he sped up. He pounded into me and buried his face against my neck. I could tell he was almost there—and that he couldn’t multitask any longer, so I took over. I batted away his hand and stroked myself faster, to which he slipped a hand up my body and grabbed me in a light choke hold.

Fuck me.

He groaned against my neck. “You gotta come, baby.”

“Almost,” I gasped. Oh fuck, almost, almost, almost. Just like that—he hit the right angle, and I almost lost it. “Fill me.”

He cursed and redoubled his efforts, and all I heard was our heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin.

I was done for.

“Now…” I whimpered and screwed my eyes shut, and the pleasure took over. It crashed down on me in heavy waves and stabbed at—actually, the stabbing part was his cock. He slammed into me until he lost the fight too, and then he was coming deep inside me.

Ropes of come splashed against my stomach and chest, and I stroked myself through the climax.

We met in a messy kiss of tongues and teeth and moans until, one heartbeat after another, we lost steam. Lips touching, breaths mingling. I swallowed dryly and felt sore all fucking over. And happy. So goddamn happy. He couldn’t deny what we had going anymore. He fucking couldn’t. We were perfect together.

I kissed him slowly, coaxing his tongue out with my own.

He drew in a deep breath through his nose. “I wish I could stay here all day.”

“Me too.”

Hopefully another time. Soon.

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