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“I missed you.”

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, her fingers working her clit so expertly that she’s already tighter around me, her orgasm building in her core. “I missed this. Lucy. Fuck, baby. I love you so fucking much. Always have. Always will.”

Sweat drips from my face onto her legs as we rock into each other, the headboard hitting the wall. I’ll have to do something about that when the girls come back or we’ll keep them up all night. I plan to have Lucy in my bed every single night and don’t want little hands knocking on the door and wondering about the ruckus.

I lean forward and spread her legs, boxing her in with my arms again. “I never thought I’d be this close to you again,” I say. I press my forehead to hers as she bends up slightly and kisses me. I respond with kisses down her jaw and her neck. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me further into her with every thrust, so far that I’m afraid I’ll hurt her. “I feel so close to you, Lucy.”

This woman consumes me. She takes every inch.

“I love you, Aaron,” she whispers into my jaw as she shatters around my dick. Her body pulses, and I press down on her shoulders to keep her on the bed. Her back arches. Her ass clenches. Her legs squeeze my trunk with so much force, that I marvel at her strength. Nails scratch at my back, and they’ll sting tomorrow.

I keep her in place and continue giving her exactly what’s driving her orgasm. Once a lady starts to come, you up the ante and keep her coming. “I’ll do this to you over and over. I’ve got you here, and I’m going to do everything to keep you in my bed. You think this is the last orgasm I’ll give you, sweetheart?”

She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head back and forth as I chuckle. Her toes curl into my ass cheeks, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

Once she stops trembling, she practically goes limp in my arms. Her arms wrap around my back, a silent message encouraging me that it’s my turn.

I fist her hair in my hand and cup her cheek. “I know it’s hard, sweetheart, but I want you to open your eyes. Let me look at you when I fucking come,” I growl. I sound like a damn animal. I can’t control my voice, but I know she wants me to take control and tell her what to do. I know that with every fiber of my being.

Lucy tries, but I’m giving it to her so hard that her eyes flutter. She may not have another orgasm in her right now, but she’s enjoying the fullness of me - the feel of having me inside her body once and for all.

I pound into her and focus on her eyes as the slightly embarrassing sound of our thighs slapping together fills the room. It’s the universal sound of damn good fucking, and I kiss her nose, her lips, and her cheeks as I cuss and say her name, my climax building in my balls. “Fuck me. Wrap those beautiful legs around me and fuck the shit out of me, Lucy. Take what you want because I’m going to take whatever I want from you. All. The. Fucking. Time.” I thrust into her with each word so hard that I know it’ll hurt later.

She also knows I’ll kiss it and make it feel better.

I grunt one last time as my cock twitches inside of her. My entire body relaxes into the orgasm as pulses of hot cum fill her cunt. Her lips are on mine as I sink into her body, not pulling out even as my dick softens from release. I’m safe and warm inside her. Connected.

She strokes my back with a lazy hand, and we stay like that for several minutes, just breathing in each other’s scent, licking the sweat away from our respective necks, and reveling in the closeness we’ve missed for over a decade.

Chapter 19

Lucy

Iblinktwiceasthe room comes into focus. Aaron’s room. Aaron’s bed. His left arm is heavy on top of my body, and I lift it a little, squirming to face him in spoon position, morning breath be damned.

I nestle my body into him, and he pulls me closer until his chest hair tickles my nose. The domestic bliss of his heartbeat and being this close to him brings a smile to my face, and my lips curve into a smile against his skin.

I’ve never had this before. I sure didn’t have it with Beck. Aaron and I never cohabitated or had time to sleep like this when we dated. I was always rushing him out of the house before we were caught, or he had to sneak me out of his bedroom before his parents caught us.

It’s good to wake up next to him and not hand him his underwear and watch him shimmy down my childhood home’s drainpipe.

I ache that I’ve never had this before while he probably had this every morning with Cynthia. From what I saw on his social media and from what I’ve heard, she was kind and good to Aaron. She left behind two beautiful daughters and an amazing life. I should feel sorry for her. But part of me is jealous as fuck that she got to have Aaron as a husband first and give him his first children while I was beaten every day.

Flashes of waking up in bed with Beck the night after our marriage fill my mind, and I grit my teeth. He slapped me for the first time on our wedding night, but at least he saved the part where he had his best man, Rick, come in and fuck me for the day after our wedding. While most brides wake up to a doting husband, I was awakened with Rick naked next to me after Beck let him in, mumbling something about a lost bet.

I said no over and over, but Beck held me down and didn’t even comfort me after it was over. I remember him patting Rick on the back as Rick left the hotel room, treating me like I was just a piece of property that he lost at cards. As soon as the door shut behind Rick, Beck pulled me out of bed by my hair, dragged me across the floor, and told me to get dressed for breakfast and to look like a happy wife.

My heart pounds so hard at the memory that I glance at Aaron to see if the thunderous sound in my ears will wake him.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks with a gravelly voice. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he kisses the top of my head.

“Did I wake you?”

“I’ve been awake for twenty minutes. I just didn’t want to disturb you because I kind of like this.”

“Like what?” I ask, whispering.

He sighs, his entire body relaxing against mine like we’re butter melting into each other. When have I ever felt this warm and loved? Childhood? I don’t even remember feeling this cherished the last time Aaron and I dated. Then again, we were two stupid teenagers.

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