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I sob the words, finally giving in to what I wanted all along. “You’re not.” He groans and pulls me to him, wrapping himself around me like a cocoon. “You’re not too late.” He kisses my forehead and gathers me up into a bridal hold and starts walking.
“Tell me you still love me.” He whispers.
“I still love you,” I say into his neck. Then I kiss him there, because I want to. Because I can. He shudders and his steps slow, which sends a thrill through me. I kiss up his neck. I grab his face and kiss him, hard, and he crashes into the doorjamb of our bedroom.
“Mm,” he pulls away. “Your ring, find your ring.”
“Huh? What?” He sets me down next to my dresser. “Okay.” It’s right there, in my jewelry dish where I always put it at night. I slip it back on as he watches intently, teeth biting into his bottom lip. Once it’s in place I look up at him but before we can lock eyes his mouth crashes onto mine.
Both of us whimper, kissing tenderly, lovingly, gratefully.
Then we’re desperate.
“Wait. Door,” he says into my lips, reaching behind himself to lock our bedroom.
“Mmm,” I hum appreciatively into the kiss.
We become feral, his hands roaming all over on top of my robe, my hands grabbing his ass, scratching his back under his shirt. We kiss and kiss and kiss and I’m not sure I can breathe. I am sure these panties are pretty much ruined.
“Now,” he pulls away reluctantly. “I am going to strip you naked and kiss you everywhere and you’re going to tell me what’s different.”
“What?”
He pulls the sash on my robe and watches it fall open.
“You want something different during sex, right?”
“I…” I lose all thought as he slowly, slowly pushes the robe off my shoulders one at a time, taking in my simple silk cami and short pajama set.
“I was a coward,” he puts a hand on one breast, lightly, watching as my body reacts. Then he pinches me, just barely. His voice is garbled as he goes on, “I was afraid to talk about it, to just ask you. I’m not afraid anymore.” He pinches again, hard. I moan loudly. “That’s it, baby. Tell me how to make you scream again.”
“Kiss me.”
He does. Hard. But I want his mouth everywhere so I pull away and stretch my neck for him. He obliges, kissing and licking and sucking down my throat. I tug at his shirt and when he backs away to pull it off, I tug mine off too.
“Damn,” he says. “I’m a lucky man.”
“Me too,” I smile as I run my hands over his impressive chest like I’ve wanted to for weeks. His muscles tense under me, hot and firm and just spectacular. Lucky, indeed.
His mouth goes to my chest, licking, nibbling.
“More,” I say, but it’s still not enough. “I-I’m not as sensitive. Harder.” Finally he gives me what I want, sucking hard on one side and twisting roughly on the other. My back arches involuntarily and he makes a deep, growly sound into my skin. After ravaging both breasts he starts to move down my body as he pulls off my shorts and panties. But I stop him. I'm more than ready.
“I want you.”
He smiles, “Say that again for me?” His voice is rough but his eyes are gooey as he looks down on me and takes off his shorts and boxers in one tug.
“I want you inside me right now.” I pull on the huge bicep closest to me and tug. I also open my legs and his eyes lock onto my core. He swallows like a man seeing an oasis in the desert. Finally, finally he hovers over me and I feel him right where I want him. I pray a silent prayer of thanks for the vasectomy he got after Mikey so we don’t have to think twice.
He eases in like he always has.
But I am not a twenty-two-year-old virgin anymore.
“Adam,” I say, a bit shy.
“Tell me.” He says, looking at our bodies as he talks to me.
“Adam, I want you to really…” I try to whisper it. “I want you to…”
He freezes and looks up. “Suzie, are you asking me to f—"
"Yes! That," I nod and watch his eyes go wide and then dark. I feel him twitch inside me at the same time. He smiles and leans down to kiss the crap out of me. Then he slams all the way home.
“Yes!” I cry out.
He pulls out and slams again, hard. And again.
“Yes, Adam,” I cry out again, smiling. It feels so good. So good.
“Hell, I am not going to last very long.”
“That’s okay we have all night,” I say, meaning it. I want to do this again and again. He groans and lifts one of my legs up to his shoulder. He gives my ankle a kiss and then looks at me, one brow raised. Then he starts to move.
Oh…
Oh…
“Look at you. You’re so hot!” he says. I whimper.
He puts my other leg up and presses down, flattening me under his deliciously heavy body.
“You like that, huh? When I tell you how good you feel?”
Am I dreaming?
“How tight you are around me? That’s my girl. You always take me so well.”
I put a hand over my mouth and scream into it.
The talkingggg…
Yessss…
I….
“C’mon, Suzie, you’re too sexy. I’m done already.” He grunts, pistoning into me like I’ve been craving for weeks, months, years. “Come for me, baby. Cuz I’m—” it’s when he’s totally overcome, his face, that does it for me. I am annihilated.
Completely destroyed.
We explode and shudder around each other at the same time. I let out a shocked happy laugh and he kisses it from my lips before he pulls away.
“That, that’s what you wanted?” He says as he gathers me into his arms again. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
“And you!” I smile. “Talking during sex?!”
“Yeah?” he asks as he walks us into the bathroom.
“Yeah.” I say before peppering him with tiny kisses all over his face. He closes his eyes and savors each one, even as he reaches and turns the shower on. He sets me down slowly, searching my eyes with his. I stare into the deep chocolate brown and I see it all there. Peace, love, home.
We wash each other tenderly, happily, then climb out and dry off. He gets in our bed and opens his arms for me. I tuck myself into his side like I never left. Both of us sigh, and it’s like you can hear the gratitude in our breath.
“Tell me what you want to hear,” he says softly.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean right now, what words do you want? Want me to tell you how amazing you are in bed? Because that’s fresh on my mind.” He squeezes me.
I laugh. “No, I want you to tell me everything all over again.” He frowns a bit. “All those memories, please.” I wrap my arm around his broad chest.
“K.” He looks down at me. “But first tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Adam.” His eyes mist up and mine respond immediately. “I love you so much.”
He sniffs. “I love you too.” He kisses me, slowly, sweetly, then he settles into the pillow and looks up at the ceiling like he’s watching his memories play out above us. “K. So spaghetti straps. And big blue eyes and a girl that was too good for my brother, and definitely too good for me…”
THE END