Page 80 of The Forever Play

Licking my bottom lip, I look at the rumpled duvet beneath me, squeezing one of the folds between my fingers and playing with that idea for a minute.

I love him.

I don’t want him to go.

I want him inside me, wiping away the last few years with his sweet kisses. I want to be connected with him the way I’ve never connected with anyone else.

This is my shot to get him back. And I can either take it… or completely ruin it.

Nerves scatter through me like bullets, and I fist the duvet in my fingers.

Zander sighs. “Okay. I get it. And I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

He sounds like he’s about to cry, and I glance up, snatching his wrist before he can move off the bed.

He stares at me, waiting for my next move.

My heart has catapulted into my throat and it’s impossible to say anything, so instead, I slip the condom out of his hand and tear it open.

“Really?” He swivels back to face me properly. Hisdick, which was starting to soften, quickly springs back into action like it’s been injected with a shot of adrenaline.

I smile down at it, my gaze tracking back up his luscious body as my lady parts start to purr in anticipation.

“I want you to make love to me, Zander. I want you stay in this bed for the whole night and hold me and kiss me and come inside me.” Rolling the condom over his dick, I then lie back down and beckon him with my fingers. “Make us whole again.”

His smile is pure beauty as he drinks me in with a reverent look that sends delicious quivers shooting through my belly.

Crawling between my legs, he lies on top of me, his weight bringing instant comfort as I glide my hands around his shoulders and lightly squeeze them.

He gives me an affectionate wink before kissing the end of my nose and then pressing his mouth to mine.

We make out for a minute, just like we used to, his weight pressing me into the bed with just the right amount of pressure.

I moan and wriggle beneath him, the heat inside me building quickly. His hard length is pressing into my upper thigh, and my pussy is wet and yearning.

“Please, baby,” I rasp against his lips. “I need you now.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” I breathe the word more than say it.

Reaching between us, he lines himself up, and there’s that tip again, pressing against my entrance, promising so much.

Before he makes the plunge, he pulls up on his elbows, gazing down at me and softly checking, “You’re really sure?”

I swallow and cup his face, brushing my thumb along his cheekbone. “I’m sure.”

And with one smooth thrust he’s inside me again, filling all those empty spaces and bringing me home.

The moan that pops out of me is low and guttural, my heart soaring just the way it used to. This is all so familiar yet feels brand-new at the same time. His hard length is all-consuming, filling me, grinding into me one smooth thrust after another.

I match his rhythm, my body remembering this dance like it was yesterday.

“Oh fuck, you feel good, Sen.” Zander kisses me below my ear, panting against my neck and grunting as he plunges a little deeper.

I cry out, gripping his arms when he rises up to his elbows and skims his finger around my ear.

“You okay, Sparky?” he puffs.

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