Page 100 of That Reunited Feeling

I ease up and lean forward to give him room to maneuver, and he takes the opportunity to pull out a little, then thrust back up. Then again. And once the momentum’s started there’s no stopping, no slowness anymore, no taking our time. We both know where we’re going, and we both want to get there. Together.

As we rock against each other, he reaches up to stroke my breasts and my nipples, then runs his fingers down over my belly, until one finds my clit.

A loud groan shoots out of me as his touches inside and outside my body fan the flames of my pleasure. Flames bursting from embers that have been glowing within me for oh, so many years.

He pushes himself up to sitting and takes my nipple in his mouth. I wrap my legs around him, settling in his lap and giving him more space to glide, more room for me to feel him.

His finger on my clit, his mouth on my nipple, his hard dick thrusting in and out of me, our history living and breathing in the hot air between us, carry me higher and higher.

He bucks against me, his mouth sucking harder, his finger circling faster, sweat building between my ass and his thighs.

Higher and higher, above the clouds to uncharted parts of the atmosphere, and then a little higher still, then…the crash.

My back arches against his arm around me, pushing my breast harder into Tom’s mouth, bearing my hips down harder against his throbbing and thrusting.

I come in long cresting waves that reach into my core and ripple against his dick.

At my cries of “Oh, God!” with my body contracting against him, Tom grabs my hips and lets out a long, low groan as he pumps me up and down in time with his thrusts.

As my waves start to slow, his build to breaking point and I get to watch his face as he comes undone, banging harder and faster into me, his head thrashing from side to side, his face contorted with pleasure, a pleasure I’m giving him.

I tighten my insides against him, gripping him, partially to give him more pleasure, and partially because I’m trying to hang on to him and don’t want to let him go.

He emits a deep, throaty cry with his final thrust, then drops his forehead to my shoulder, and we move slowly against each other as the aftershocks subside.

“Jesus Christ,” he says breathlessly, like he can’t believe what’s just happened any more than I can or that such pleasure could possibly exist.

I’ve been transported to another planet and am slowly drifting back to Earth. But Earth’s different now. Something’s changed. Shifted. Something fundamental within me will never be the same again.

I’ve had real, adult, inside-me sex with Tom Dashwood, the man who smashed my heart into a thousand pieces.

But he might just have put them all back together.

I tighten my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders. “This has been the best night ever.”

His warm lips kiss my shoulder, then he draws back and takes my face in his hands.

I push that sexy-as-hell hair off his face, and our eyes lock—not just looking at each other, but lookingintoeach other.

There’s an earnestness in his face. “You are so fucking amazing.” He grips my cheeks like he can’t stress enough what he’s saying. “I wish you knew how amazing you are. I wish you could understand it.”

I run my finger around the outer corners of the delicious brown eyes watching mine. The bags under them seem lighter, the lines around them, less obvious.

“You look more rested.” I trace a finger down and along his jaw. “And less clenchy.” The tickle of his stubble on my fingertips is something I’ll never tire of. “Has coming home made you happier? More relaxed? Less stressed?”

“If I’m lessclenchy”—he gives me an affectionate chuckle—“that’s nothing to do with where I am. And everything to do with who I’m with.” He dots a tiny kiss on the end of my nose. “I thought I needed to nap for a couple months to get me over everything that’s happened. But turns out”—he draws a lazy line between my breasts with his finger—“what I needed was you.”

If he’d said those words even just a week ago, I would have laughed in his face and then run a mile. But now they fill me, complete me, thrill me. This is big. Huge.

Tom tips his forehead against mine, looking at me under his brow. “I hate the way you’ve been treated. No one’s ever going to treat you like that again.”

“I know.” I move a little to try to keep him inside me. “I won’t let them.”

But the fact is, the thought of being treated any way by anyone other than Tom now seems wrong.

Tonight has flipped a switch.

I did two amazing things. One by myself. And one with Tom. And there’s no going back to the old me from either of them.

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