Page 32 of Fall Twice

I touch the small line just above the area that is recovering from fucking me with what felt like purpose.

“It was a small surgery to remove some of the tumor near my testicle before I started treatment. Amazing what they can do with a keyhole procedure, and I was home two days later.” He explains it with a blank tone.

I peer up at him as I rest my chin on his stomach. “You’re here.”

“Let it go. I haven’t lost any talents, so we have no reason to wallow.”

I snort at his answer, and yet again feel astonishment for his strength.

He wraps his arms around me and slides me up his body until our mouths are at the same level and I’m fully on top of him. “You know something that hasn’t changed in all these years?”

“What?”

“I still like you better when you’re naked.”

I roll my eyes. “Go to sleep, Reid.”

He kisses the top of my head again before he strokes my hair. I sense his breath growing deeper, which in turn causes me to follow into a lazy slumber.

It’s been months since my divorce was finalized, which means months since I laid with a man after sex.

But it’s been years since I’ve felt a fire inside of me when a man kissed me. That realization is the risk that I knew I was taking when I decided to invite Reid back into my life by sending him a message.

The risk that is now a fact.

11

LENA

Of all the positions we could choose to complicate matters, we find ourselves like this. Me straddling Reid as he sits in the middle of the bed, our arms entangled and bodies tight together. Our mouths fused and his tongue flicking my own. A long kiss, before our mouths slowly part, and our eyes are locked as he holds my hips and I move.

We have no haste, we just simmer in this position with the sun peeking through the curtains.

He kisses my shoulder, before whispering in my ear, “I like the way you look when you come.”

That only makes my walls squeeze his cock and want him deeper. “And I like it when you come inside me,” I reply before I nip at his neck, dragging my pussy up to his tip before plunging back down on him.

“Just like that,” he encourages me.

I repeat my movements, wanting to bring him to his downfall.

I kiss him to avoid looking into his eyes, but his hands come to hold my head in place. “Look at me.” He has a sort of urgency in his tone, one I don’t quite understand.

When I struggle to obey, he is quick to flip us so I’m on my back and underneath him. Now he is in control, and he taunts me by slowing down our rhythm on purpose, circling his tip inside of me before going in deeper to hit new depths. I moan from his move, and when I reach down between my legs to touch myself, he grabs my wrist to stop me.

He tsks me. “Only I will make you come right now.”

Heaven help me. This man is determined in the bedroom.

“Spank me for being impatient, but I’ll make it up to you in the shower with my mouth,” I tell him, and I love how I’m so… free and not afraid to be this way with him. Because I wasn’t this way with my ex-husband, not for his lack of effort, I just couldn’t unlock it.

Reid chuckles under his breath, and his head falls into the crook of my neck. “Are you trying to kill me this morning?”

“Oh no, sir, I’m trying to get your heart rate up before breakfast.” I throw in a theatrical tone before a smile erupts on my lips.

Reid growls, right before he throws my legs over his shoulders and picks up his pace.

All through the night we’ve been at this, and I think each time it gets better because we treat one another’s bodies as a new discovery, not a path once crossed.

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