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“Not the same. I don’t like going so long without seeing you.”
“So don’t.” I peel off my shirt, desperate for him. “Come by anytime.”
“That won’t bother you?” He pulls the cups of my bra down and palms my left breast. His mouth closes over my nipple and I sigh, ready to chase the relief I’ve craved since I woke up this morning. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”
“I—ah. It won’t be time wasted when I know I’m going to getthisout of it.”
Reid’s laugh is a rumble against my skin, and he makes quick work of my lounge shorts and underwear.
His knuckles brush across my entrance, and I know he can feel how wet I am. How ready I already am. The orgasm I gave myself in the shower before he got here did little to fill the void of his touch, andfuck, I’ve missed him too.
“Shit, Ave. I love how responsive you are and how badly you want me.”
“Yeah?” I wrap my fingers around his wrist, keeping his hand there. His thumb circles my clit, and I groan. “I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone else, Reid.”
He knows my body better than I do at this point. He’s an expert in the things I like and the things I love. It’s cruel torture to lie here and let him have his way with me, a demise he’s going to draw out to last as long as possible.
Reid moves away from me, and I miss him already. He scoots to the end of the bed on his stomach, his intent clear as he settles between my legs.
He pulls off his glasses and tosses them toward the pillows, not a care in the damn world where they end up. Eyes glinting with determination and lust, a sinful spark behind the green, he grins when he bites the inside of my thigh.
“Going to get you off first,” he mumbles. He licks his lips and holds under my knees, his palms smooth and steady. “I like having your cum on my hands and tongue.” I drop my head back when he parts me with two fingers. I grin when he groans in delight and curses me under his breath. “Fucking look at you. Dripping already, and all for me.”
Two fingers press inside me, stretching me, then three. My back arches off the bed. He bands an arm over my stomach, keeping me in place, and I grind into his face.
“Taking it so well,” Reid says, and when he adds his tongue, I moan his name. I grip the back of his head, burying his face in my pussy. “Guess you missed me too.”
I’ve missed you so much.
The words must tumble out of me accidentally in a fog of desire, because his movements slow. His touch goes from rough to gentle, and he kisses the top of my knee.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper, hoping to breeze past the admission.
He undresses, discarding his shirt and jeans and the navy-blue boxers I like. There’s a hole on the ass, right near the curve of his cheek, and I love that he hasn’t bothered to replace them yet.
He lines himself up with my entrance, and I let out a shaky exhale. He strokes my calf to help me relax, and I nod to tell him I’m ready.
Our groans match when he sinks in me, and no matter how many times we do this, the first burst of sensation is almost too overwhelming.
Reid leans forward, his elbows by my ears and his chest against mine. I feel the sweat on his pecs. The beat of his heart and his hand traveling from my chest to my throat, fingers wrapping around my neck in the perfect way I can’t get enough of.
He moves, an easy thrust until he’s buried all the way inside me.
My breath catches and he strokes my windpipe up and down, murmuring my name.
This doesn’t feel like fucking.
This isn’t the game we usually play.
It’s tender and gentle and sex in its most real form. Vulnerable. Raw and taking our time.
I want him to stay inside me forever.
I want him to take over my heart and my mind, and when our gazes meet, I swear there are stars behind his eyes.
“Okay?” he slurs, a little drunk on euphoria.
“Perfect.” I touch his cheek and he turns to kiss my hand. “It’s always going to be okay, Reid. I trust you.”
