Page 138 of Harrison's Wedding

“Thanks, Heather. It’s nice to see you two together.”

Heather winces and says, “There’s still a lot to work out, but,” she looks up at me and smiles at me as she repeats my words from earlier, “it’s a start.”

I smile back at her. “That it is.”

We leave the ballroom and head to the lobby of the hotel, where I book the most expensive room I can get. Once the elevator arrives on our floor, we follow the signs to our room. I open the door and walk into the room, with Heather following behind me.

The air in the room is full of sexual tension as I walk to the middle of the room, then turn to face Heather and ask her, “Shall we talk now, angel?”

She shakes her head at me, and I smile.

“Come here, then.”

Heather walks over to me, and with every step she takes, a piece of my shattered heart slots back into place. When she’s standing in front of me, I put my arms around her and kiss her deeply before taking her hand once again to lead her to the bedroom.

“On the bed, angel,” I instruct her.

Heather climbs onto the bed at once, lying with her head on the pillows. I can scarcely believe that I have her back in my life for the evening, let alone in a bed. I stare at her, lying on the bed and waiting for me.

I watch her shift slightly with her breathing shallow, and I’m entertained by the obvious signs of her arousal. I know her so well, better than anyone in the world. She squeezes her thighs together, and I wonder just how wet she is.

I can’t wait to find out, so I remove my tuxedo jacket, fold it, and place it on the dresser nearby. I continue to watch Heather as I take my clothes off. When I remove my shirt, Heather groans softly, and I love that she wants me so badly after all this time.

I remove the rest of my clothes and place them all in a neat pile. Finally, I’m standing naked in front of Heather where she lies on the bed. My erection is hard and painful as it juts out in front of me. Heather licks her lips, and I grin.

I kneel on the bed near her head and place my cock near her lips as I ask, “Is this what you want, angel?”

She nods with a moan and wraps her lips around my shaft. God, I’ve missed her so fucking much. Her hot wet mouth is so perfect, and I’ve either forgotten how good she is at this, or I’m just suffering from major blue balls from not fucking her for months. I only fuck her mouth for a few minutes before I have to stop her.

“I won’t last very long if you keep doing that, angel,” I tell her with a laugh when she pouts at me.

I push her dress up over her hips and slowly pull her red lace thong down before sliding it off over her ankles. I push her knees apart and stare at her.

I use one finger to trace her wet pussy before I groan, “I can’t wait to taste you. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

I put my head between her legs and trace the same line with my tongue before setting to work on her clit. I know exactly how to make her come apart, and I relish the sounds she makes when she hits her climax.

I would normally wait to fuck her until she was begging me for it, but I’m the one who is begging to fuck her tonight. I’m the one who is lucky as hell that she is consenting to this encounter. I’m the one who still feels on some level that he doesn’t deserve her. So I don’t dare make her wait for even a second tonight.

I only stop long enough to tell her, “I love you, angel.”

Then, I give us what we both want and need. It’s amazing to be inside her again. She wraps her long legs around my waist and pulls me down to kiss her. This is the most right and real feeling ever. I come buried deep inside her while moaning her name.

We clean up, then she falls asleep in my arms. I simply watch her for half an hour after she falls asleep, drinking in the sight of her and reveling in the feeling of having her with me. Finally, the night catches up with me and I drift off to sleep, feeling more content than I’ve ever felt before.

I’m woken sometime later by the sound of Heather crying. She’s still in my arms, and her body is shaking while she sobs quietly. It’s dark in the room, and I’m confused for a second by what’s happening.

“Angel, what’s wrong?” I ask when I realize that Heather’s in bed with me and that she’s crying.

I pull her tighter to me as she cries. She takes some shaky breaths as her sobs begin to ease. She rolls over to face me, and her pale face is lit up from the moonlight coming in through the window. She looks ghostly and beautiful.

“I had a nightmare,” she says.

“About what?” I ask, while dreading the answer.

Heather shakes her head at me. I want her to say it out loud, even though I know it will hurt me.

So I rub her back with one of my hands to comfort her and ask, “About what, angel?”

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