Page 38 of Forgotten Romance

This is happening.

Finally.

I’m going to lock this moment away in my memories forever.

I settle between Mack’s thighs, and we let out matching exhales.

“You look so good there,” he says. “You always have.”

I manage a quick smile. “You know how much it turns me on to have you on your back.”

He drags his nails down my back, my shirt dulling the pain until he reaches my ass. Then, he cups my cheeks and rocks his hips against me.

“Always so impatient.”

“Only with you,” he rasps.

As much as I want to sink into the compliment, it immediately brings up the question of how many others?

It immediately pisses me off. We’re supposed to be blocking out the rest of the world and allowing ourselves this moment, but I can’t bring myself to disconnect. There are a million thoughts spinning through my mind, questions around how I could let him go and how I can win him back and how many others has he been with?

I don’t think he’s sleeping with Luke, but if I hadn’t come home early, would he have? Would it be Luke here instead of me?

The ache in my chest is painful, so instead of letting him see the battle I’m fighting, I bring our mouths together again. I try to burn this kiss into his mind. Try to remind him that no one will ever be as good for him as I am. It’s not fair of me, but I can’t help being selfish. I can’t help bitterly wishing that Mack had never made me choose. I did everything, everything in my power to shower him and the kids with attention when I was home. I did everything to provide for them, I worked myself to the bone when I was home. But even giving everything wasn’t enough.

I grind down against him, so keyed up and leaking that every thrust we share is mind-numbing bliss. Mack is bigger and thicker than I am, and his straight shaft fits so perfectly against my curved one it’s like every aspect of us was made for each other.

The need in my gut turns static, balls aching with pressure every time they skim his. He lets go of my ass, legs locking around my waist and hands diving into my hair. We’re sealed together in all the places that matter. Saying one last goodbye to the body I love so much. Our kissing turns fractured, panting breaths heavy and fast, mixing between us as I pick up the pace.

I’m hammering down against him, and Mack is chasing the high, hips canting to bring us together faster, harder, I rock toward my orgasm and know it won’t be enough.

It’ll never be enough.

His hand dives between us to lock around our cocks, and it’s too much for me to fight anymore.

My dick swells with the incoming orgasm, balls tightening as the welling pleasure builds until I can’t hold back.

Cum spills between us, and the gasp Mack lets out before he gently bites my bottom lip has me questioning whether it’s just mine or ours. He keeps stroking, not letting up even when I get too sensitive for more, but I don’t say anything. Neither does he.

We both hover there, stickiness building between our bodies as we work to catch our breath and extend our time together as long as possible.

His long, heavy exhale is like drawing a line between what we had and what comes next.

“Thank you,” he says.

“Don’t.”

“I needed that.”

“Yeah, well, so did I.” I stop myself from telling him that I need him. Always have and always will.

With the orgasm subsiding, I’m thinking clearly again, clearly enough to know that the things we said, what we did, were all a stupid fucking idea.

It doesn’t matter how much we want when there are things we can’t get past. Sleeping together makes me want to ignore all those issues and fall back into our relationship, but it ended us once, and who’s to say it won’t be worse a second time around?

I need Mack in my life.

Even if it’s only as my friend.

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