Page 105 of Rewriting the Story

“Henry,” I say as he presses kisses to my neck.

“Just let me enjoy my beautiful girlfriend properly,” he tells me. “God, you’re ethereal, Ames.”

“Girlfriend?”

His eyes meet mine. “Is that okay?”

“Say it again.”

“Amelia, my beautiful girlfriend,” he says. He presses a kiss to my shoulder before he slides his arms underneath my body and lifts me up. He pulls the headphones out from between us as he carries me to his room.

I can’t help the laugh that comes out, happiness radiating throughout my body as I squeeze my arms around his neck.

“Is this too fast?” I ask him as he sets me carefully onto his bed, the two of us knowing where this is headed.

“Amelia, it’s been years,” he tells me as he starts to unbutton his shirt. “I want to worship you properly tonight, if that’s okay?”

“That’s perfectly okay,” I say as I slip my dress over my head.

A moan slips out of his mouth as he runs his hands all over my body, kissing every single inch of skin he can.

“My God, Amelia,” he says. “You’re perfect.”

“How do you want me?” I ask, my body buzzing.

“Take off all your clothes,” he says as he slides his pants off. “Keep the necklace on, baby.”

I comply, and within seconds, Henry is on top of me, his soft skin brushing mine as he cups my face, kissing me deeply, his tongue threading with mine.

“Just the necklace? Really?” I joke, knowing he loves seeing me wear it because he bought it for me.

“It’s not because I want to own you, Amelia,” he says as his head settles between my legs. “I’m just gonna love seeing it around your neck while I make you mine again.”

And then, his tongue is on me. I can barely think, react, anything because I’ve never had so many feelings in such a short time before. But that’s what Henry does to me. He makes me feel things, and sometimes, those are magnified more than they should be.

It’s overwhelming in the best way. I’ll never forget this moment with him, this start of us again. Eventually, all of the old, bad memories will be replaced by the new ones we create.

“Are you ready for me, Ames?”

“Please,” I say as I grab him by his hair and drag him up toward me. “I need to feel you, Henry.”

“Your wish is my command,” he says as he grabs a condom from his side table, rolls it on, and presses a kiss to my forehead as he slides into me in one thrust. His head falls to mine, the two of us overwhelmed by emotions. I slide his glasses off and set them on his side table. “God, you feel—”

“I need you to move, Henry,” I tell him as I squirm. We had sex when we were in college before everything went to shit, but this time feels different. I don’t know if it's because it’s been so long or because we’re different people now, but I can barely think or breathe unless it's about the beautiful man in front of me.

He starts slow at first, and I’m memorizing every ridge of his body, every face he makes as he slides in and out of my body. My hand goes to his back, and I feel the same birthmark there, nostalgia hitting me in the face from the last time we did this.

He picks up his pace, and I can’t help my moans as he starts to fuck me harder, deeper, hitting spots I haven't hit in years.

“Henry—”

“That’s it, baby,” he says with a smirk. “You’re taking me so well.”

“Fuck,” I say as he speeds up, my orgasm building as he coaxes meinto it.

“Look at you, my beautiful girl,” he says, his hand coming behind my neck as he forces me to look at him. “I need you to come for me, Ames. Can you do that?”

I nod, and when he lifts my hips, it pushes me over the edge, his name the only thing on my lips.

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