Page 27 of Gingers Can Do Maths

“We’ve spent three whole years apart. Damn near an eternity.” He presses another slower, sweeter kiss to my lips.

“Forever,” I pant.

“So we haven’t done a lot of firsts together. Which one do you mean?”

“Han.”

“Be specific. Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I say, staring deep into his eyes. “To slip your cock into the deepest parts of me.”

He swallows and I nibble at his Adam’s Apple, loving the way his eyes widen just a fraction.

“I want you to give me all of you. I want you to give me what you promised before I broke us. Our first”

“Sin.”

“Give me what’s mine, Han. I don’t deserve it. But it’s mine. Always has been.”

There's a pause and then Han rasps, “Always will be.” The blacks of his irises overtake any trace of blue as they dilate, a small smile playing on his lips as he traces mine. “You never have to convince me to do anything. Despite the years, the months, the weeks, the hours, the minutes, the seconds, nothing I ever promise to you will expire. All you have to do is ask and I’ll give you whatever you want. Don’t you realise that by now, Sinny? Don’t you understand that’s why I couldn’t risk seeing you? Because there is no ‘no’ with you.”

“You told me no when I had to finish that stupid mock exam.”

“You scored twenty-one points out of thirty by the way. But I never told you no. I told you not yet. I still have boundaries and you’ll follow them because you want to be a good girl for me this time, don’t you? You want to make it right. You don’t want to risk us ever again?”

“Never again,” I shake my head and he swipes a lock away from my face, pressing another kiss to my lips so gently that tears roll down my cheeks. “I’m sorry Han. For everything.”

“You aren’t the only one that has a million things to be sorry for.”

My eyebrows knit. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“You don’t know a fraction of the things I’ve done in the past three years.”

My heart thumps wildly, and my stomach sinks. “With other people? I mean, that’s the past right?”

“I don’t ever think about other people Sin. There’s just you. You said I was your crutch, but you’ve always been mine. And I refused to let you go. Even if you thought I did.”

‘You’re talking in riddles.”

“We can talk later.”

“And now? I told you what I wanted. But what do you want? I don’t want to guess.”

My mind’s fuzzy. Everything’s moving so fast. I should still be mad at him for treating me so coldly, right? But I don’t care about that. I just want him to look at me the way he used to, and he is.

“You want me to touch the deepest parts of you? I want to touch your soul that I’ve set on fire, and douse it with my cum only for it to ignite again.”

I swallow hard.Damn.

“But do you want it here?”

“Right here,” I nod. “I’ve waited three years. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

He moves his hand from my slit to grip my upper thighs, pulling them further apart and dragging me onto his tip. But from this angle, I can’t reach his lips well and I want to kiss him the entire time. I want his tongue to muffle my screams.

“The chair,” I say instead and Han obliges. He settles onto it smoothly, and I crawl out from the table beneath his legs, up his waist and straddle his thighs.

His cock presses against my stomach, higher than my navel.

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