Page 89 of Fragments of You

“Do you promise me that you’ll continue to go to meetings and that if you ever feel like you’re struggling, you’ll come to me right away?”

“I promise.”

“Swear to me that what happened eight years ago won’t ever happen again. I wouldn’t survive it.”

“I swear it. With everything that I am, I swear. I couldn’t leave you again if I tried, P. You’re the sun, remember? There is no me without you. I’m just sorry it took me so long to figure that out.”

“The past stays where it is. We never use it against each other, no matter what.”

“No matter what.”

“Are we really going to do this?” Her chin trembles and I’m quick to catch it in between my fingers.

“I will love you so completely that there will never be a day you will ever doubt what you mean to me. Do you hear me? This is it for me, P. You are it for me.” I choke on my own emotion that bubbles up in my throat like lava threatening to explode. “I love you.”

In the span of a millisecond, her lips touch mine, and I swear to Christ, I unravel from the inside out.

The feel of her mouth, the taste of her tongue as it slides across mine, it’s almost too much and yet, not even fucking close to enough.

“I love you,” she pants against my mouth, plunging in to deepen the kiss, her own threads giving way as she throws a leg over mine, straddling me.

I grab her hips, pulling her down onto my erection, groaning into her mouth, the feel of her weight the most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt. When she grinds down onto me a second time, I whimper into her mouth like a fucking pussy-whipped schoolboy. Mainly because I am. It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone, so fucking long since I’ve been with her, I feel myself at risk of blowing off in my damn boxers.

“P...” I have to still her movements, not sure I can hold it together. “Not here.” I nip at her bottom lip.

“Come on.” She slides off my lap slowly, meeting my eyes as she presses down on my erection one last time before her feet hit the ground.

Taking my hand, she tugs me to my feet, leading the way through the back of the property.

“Where are we going?” I whisper into the darkness, the path ahead barely visible until we round the corner of the house, where the porch light shines brightly.

“Shhh.” She holds her finger to her lips when we reach the front door.

Cracking it open just slightly, she makes sure the coast is clear before leading me inside. We’re like fucking teenagers again as we tiptoe toward the stairs, then up the stairs before dipping quietly into her old room.

The door is barely closed behind us before I pin her to it, biting and nipping at her neck as I work the buttons down the back of her dress.

“Did I tell you today how sexy you looked in this dress?” I ask as I slip the material over her shoulders and let it drop freely to the floor. “Fuck me.” I have to resist the urge to bite down on my fist at the sight of her bare tits. “You mean to tell me that you weren’t wearing a bra that whole time?” I smile, stealing her mouth before she can answer.

“You missed something.” Her hands find mine, leading me to the band of her tiny little lace panties.

I’m so desperate I don’t even bother to take the damn things off the proper way. Instead, I twist my fingers into the thin scrap of material on the side and tug. They rip away with ease.

Paisley shows her approval by grabbing my cock through my pants and squeezing.

I damn near come undone a second time.

“I need you inside of me... Like right now.” She fumbles with my belt, her need as potent as mine.

I take over, removing my belt and undoing the front of my pants in the matter of seconds. I barely get the damn things down over my hips when Paisley has me in her hand, pumping her fist up and down in a painfully slow motion that has my hunger clawing its way out from inside of me.

“I don’t have a—” I start to say, but she doesn’t let me finish.

“I trust you.” The way she looks at me nearly brings me to my knees. After everything I’ve done, she still believes I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, and she would be right.

Lifting her up, her legs are barely around my waist before I plunge deep inside her without warning. I groan as her tight walls squeeze me from every angle. I swear I’ve never felt anything so fucking good in my life.

Drawing back, I thrust inside her a second time, her own moans mingling with mine as I slide my tongue along hers, establishing a relentless pace as I take from her everything I’ve spent the last eight years dreaming about.

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