Page 72 of When We Were Younger

“But we’re supposed to be helping Dottie unpack,” Kira whines as she snuggles in closer to me. To be fair, that is what they came here to do today. But between the Taylor Swift dance parties and the bottle (okay three bottles) of champagne we opened, we didn’t get a whole lot done past the bedsheets and the plans.

“Keeks, look at the flush on Dottie’s cheeks. She’s gonna have her hand down Stephen’s pants in two-point-five seconds. Do you really want to stick around and watch that?” Rachel says. She leans over to kiss my cheek before hopping off the bed and heading towards the door.

“Yes, I do,” Kira jokes, and smooth as butter, James shifts Georgie into the crook of one arm and uses the other to toss Kira up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Sometimes I think the laws of physics just don’t apply to super-hot guys. It’s the only way to explain that.

“Ugh!” Kira whines. “I hate that you’re all happy and in love. I’m gonna die alone in James and Georgie’s attic.”

“Hush, Keeks,” James admonishes as he strides outthe door. “If you behave, I’ll take you to the pet store after we eat and buy you a fish to keep you company.”

Stephen pats his back as they pass. Daisy May is hot on their heels, off to explore her new home. Before I even hear the click of the front door shutting behind my friends, Stephen is across the room and on top of me, pinning me to the mattress with his hips. His lips meet mine, and I melt into him like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

“Mmm, missed you, sweetheart,” he moans against my mouth.

“I missed you too,” I breathe between hot kisses. He trails his lips down the column of my neck and I buck my hips, grinding my leggings-clad pussy against the ridge of his erection. “How is it possible that I went almost ten years without you and now I can barely make it through one night?”

He pulls down the loose collar of my t-shirt and the cup of my lace bralette, wrapping his hot lips around my nipple, pulling and sucking at the bud until I’m whining. Cupping my breast, he noses the fabric covering the other one out of the way and gives that nipple the same attention.

“Doesn’t matter,” he mumbles after letting my nipple go with a wet pop. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and forcefully yanks them down, letting them pool at my ankles. He swipes a finger across my pussy, gliding through my folds and gathering enough wetness to coat his fingers beforecircling my clit. I whimper at the torturous pleasure, fisting the sheets.

I watch as he uses his free hand to undo the buttons of his flannel, and then his jeans, and then the zipper. He reaches into his briefs, fisting his cock and pulling it out so it stands proudly between his legs. I lick my lips when he squeezes the tip, swirling a bead of precum over the head with his thumb.

“Don’t worry about the time we spent apart. Don’t look back on it with regret. Everything that happened was exactly what we needed to end up here. I wouldn’t give up any of it, because I have you now. And I get to keep you, don’t I?”

He leans forward and starts to drag the head of his cock over my clit, lighting me up and making me more desperate by the second. I’m pinned underneath him, but I wiggle around as best as I can to free one of my feet from the confines of my leggings. That allows me to spread further and make enough room for him between my thighs. Still clothed, his flannel hanging from his shoulders and the dark denim of his jeans pulled below his ass, Stephen thrusts into me, right to the hilt, and my back arches off the bed. We’d had the conversation about birth control and negative tests back in Tennessee, but this is the first time he’s been inside me bare.

“Fuck. This fucking pussy, Dorothea. It’s choking me, sweetheart. You trying to kill me with this tight little body?”

I tilt my hips up slightly, and the first brush ofStephen’s pelvis against my already sensitive clit has me barreling towards release. I reach up and run my hands over his chest, clawing at his shoulders as I move my hips, meeting each of his thrusts with one of my own.

“Yes. Goddammit, Stephen, yes. Gonna choke my good boy’s cock with my pussy. Keep going. Keep fucking me and I’ll let you come inside. You love that don’t you? Love coming deep inside me, marking me? I love it too.”

He drops his head to my shoulder as I scratch and rake at his skin, and his breath grows more and more ragged. I’m there, right on the edge of bliss, but I don’t want to fall. I don’t want it to end yet, this glorious euphoria of being fucked into the mattress by the only man I’ve ever loved. But Stephen is holding on by a thread, I can tell. He’s so good, such a good boy for me, holding back on his own pleasure so that I can find mine. I take pity on him; I buck and grind, sliding my slick clit against his skin until I go careening over the edge.

From my very first cry of ecstasy, Stephen is going over the cliff with me. He bites down on my neck as he comes, his hips pumping in an erratic rhythm as he fills me with cum. It’s almost enough to get me climbing again, because I’ve learned that I love the way he comes. Love his body, his breath. Love when he fills me, my pussy, my mouth. Loves when he paints my skin with it and then tenderly washes it off me.

I hook my legs around his waist, holding him insideof me even has our breath starts to even and his cock begins to soften. I stroke his hair and kiss his forehead as he nuzzles into the spot where my neck meets my collarbone.

“Truth or Dare, Stephen?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to love me forever.”

“Aw, sweetheart. That’s the easiest dare you’ve ever given me.”

ANOTHER EPILOGUE

Stephen

A little while later…

“You know, sweetheart, I never realized our field was so big until I was standing under that damned arch waiting for you to make your way across to me,” I say to Dorothea as we sway together under twinkling tea lights and starlight.

A string quartet accompanied by a solo vocalist plays a stripped back version ofYellowby Coldplay as we share our first dance as husband and wife. We were married tonight at sunset, here in the field where we’ve shared so many moments together, with our friends and family looking on and Daisy May at our feet.

Even though we’ve built our life together in San Francisco, we both agreed that there was no place in the world more fitting for us to stand and promise to love each other forever.

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