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“I spent an hour with her husband, just going through old photos and talking about her.” His eyes become glassy, and my heart breaks. I know this wound is deep. I am just not sure how deep it goes.

“That’s nice that you got to see him. Spend some time with him and talk. I am sure it brought him some comfort to see you after all these years,” I offer, and he turns slowly to look at me.

“It brought me comfort too. I still think about her a lot,” he admits.

“She was a big part of your upbringing; it is understandable to think about her.”

“Is there something I can do? For her husband, do you think? He is poor. She was obviously sending money home, and while I don’t think he is the kind of person to want much, I just feel like there is more I can do for him. I mean, I took his wife from him for twelve years and then returned her in a box,” he says, almost looking choked up.

“Why don’t we start a fund of some kind? Maybe helping Indonesian nannies or the kids from the region where she lived? Maybe something to support him in another way?” I suggest, my mind already racing. There are a lot of opportunities to support.

“Hmmmm. Let’s think about it some more, but I like all those ideas.” A small smile lights his eyes.

“It is a nice thing to do, Tennyson. You have a big heart.” I see it. I see him.

“And it is all yours, Willow Valentine,” he says as he leans in, taking my lips with his.

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE - TENNYSON

It’s early. It must be about six, and I lie naked with Willow tucked into my side, snoring. I slept well for the few hours we had. It was good to talk last night. We got everything out in the open, and there is now nothing Willow doesn’t know. I feel fresh, like she has breathed new life into me, and now I am just as starving for her as I have been for weeks. I run my hands over her naked torso, feeling her under my palms.

“Mmmmm, what time is it?” she moans, making my already hard dick weep.

“Time for me to show you exactly what you mean to me,” I say quietly. Her sister came home at some point last night, so I know we are no longer alone in her place. I pull her to me gently and position myself between her legs.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are lately?” I whisper to her, hovering above her head, my lips pecking hers. Her hair is ruffled, her cheeks slightly pink from our warmth, her lips more pouty than usual.

“Hmmm, not today…” she mumbles, still half-asleep.

“Have I told you that I love you today?” I tease a little, not able to contain my smile. I have never told anyone I loved them before and now I can’t stop. No other woman has even come close to hearing those words.

“Not in so many words…” she says, starting to rouse, a small smile dancing on her lips.

“Have I given you any orgasms this morning?” I ask, my mouth latching on to her naked breast as I lower my hand down her soft tummy, finding her warm center. I start to circle her core, letting her know my intentions.

“Tenn…” she moans, her back arching a little, and I move my lips up to meet hers. We kiss then. Soft, sultry kisses. I take my time, not rushing, wanting to savor every moment, to do this right. I want to make love to Willow this morning.

Our lips move together, our tongues tangling in time. She tastes like sweetness and savory all rolled into one. A perfect package. My other hand delves to the side of her face, cupping her cheek and keeping her with me, as my fingers continue to circle her below.

She moans, the sound so sweet I want to add it to a personal audio library so I can listen to it all the time. Her hips move, her nipples peak, and I pull my lips from hers so I can watch her face as I push inside of her. Her mouth opens, her eyes focus on mine, and her breath hitches as she takes all of me. I am slow, my dick so hard that I feel like I will erupt at any moment. It feels like fucking heaven. She is so warm, so soft, so wet.

“God, this feels good, Willow. So fucking good,” I whisper to her, my lips on hers again, our breathing becoming rapid. I have never felt sex without a condom. Ever. And if I had known it was this good, I may have not been so sexually safe.

“So good…” she moans, the two of us quiet, our hips doing all the talking. We move in synchronization, our bodies working as one. I know what she likes. I know what makes her moan and gasp, and as I watch her bite her lower lip, my grip on her hip tightens, never wanting to let her go.

Leaning up on my elbows then, I cage her in, looking directly down at her. I move my hips slowly, grinding, swiveling, savoring this moment, feeling every thrust, taking my time and enjoying watching the emotions dance across her face. The way she bites her lip a little, the way her eyes close slowly in ecstasy. Her hips move in time with mine, her hands skirting up my back, her fingers dancing on my skin before they dive into my hair. I fucking love her hands on me.

“Tenn, I'm going to come…” she pants into my mouth, our lips barely touching, our eyes locked.

“Come for me, Cupcake. I want to feel you come,” I moan out, long and loud. I love sex, hard, fast, different positions, different locations. But I have never made love like this before. It is special. Her head pushes back on the pillow, and her mouth opens, a gasp falling from her lips. I lower my mouth, catching her orgasm in a kiss.

I swallow her moans, her cries, her high pitches as I feel her body shudder around mine. She sends me off, and I grind into her, burying myself deep. The growl in my throat low and deep, vibrating my throat as I lower my forehead to her chest and catch my breath. I feel a connection that I have never felt before. Her hands run up and down my back as I ease my body down on hers, careful not to squish her, but wanting to stay connected to her as long as possible as we both take a moment to catch our breath and come back to reality.

“Do we have to get up today?” I murmur, my lips automatically finding her neck, tasting her skin, kissing her, biting her. My body feels completely exhausted, I have never come so much or so hard as I have with Willow this past day. Yet I can’t stop kissing her. I will never get enough.

“Yes. Your interview is going live this morning, so we should get up and get ready. I am sure there will be some things that we need to address once it is live.” I can see her mind starting to whirl, her work brain taking over, and I know we need to get up and shower and face whatever this day will bring us.

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