Page 77 of My Almost Ex

“Then take me, Adam.”

As though the words are exactly what he was hoping to hear, he pulls down the waistband of his boxer briefs. I help him, and once they’re off, he situates himself between my legs, the tip of his dick right at my opening.

“You sure about this?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He inches in the smallest bit. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not a virgin, remember? You were there.”

A million-dollar smile lands on his face and he thrusts into me so deep and so fast, I gasp.

He grinds into me, circles, and does this thing with his hips that drives the desire right to the forefront, begging to be released. But I clench down, not even close to wanting this to end. I grab his shoulder blades, my nipples scraping along his chest every time he thrusts, sweat beading along his hairline. The blanket slips down to my feet, but my body is heated anyway.

He drives in and out of me, building my climax until I won’t be able to hang on much longer.

“I can’t. I’m going to,” I pant, tightening my thighs and arching my back, my body screaming for the release.

“There’s more to come, let it go,” he says.

Every muscle in my body tenses, my orgasm ripping through my shaking body.

“Fuucck,” he growls.

He fucks me hard and fast without abandon until he gasps and rocks inside me one final time before his body tightens above me and he growls. Once he’s spent himself inside me, he lowers down on top of me, not giving me all his weight. I close my eyes and tilt my head to the side, exhausted even from being on the bottom.

He places his finger on my cheek and forces me to look at him. “You okay?”

I smile and lean up to kiss him, full of joy. “I’m perfect.”

“Me too.” He falls to my side and we lie facing the sun, completely naked.

Although I didn’t want to talk about my memories or anything that came with them today, this is the most progress we’ve made so far. Adam’s resilience amazes me. If only what had happened could disappear, I might finally feel at peace.

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