his drawer, grabbing a condom and rolling it down his length.
He lies on top of me, his hips centered between my legs. The tip of his cock pierces into me in a playful, teasing way. His lips cast small kisses up my neck and to my face.
“I love you, Ella,” he says, his dick slowly moving inside me.
I spread my legs wider, giving him room to fully enter me. Once he’s in, he stills for a moment until I rock my hips.
“I love you.” My hands press on his cheeks, and he smashes his lips to mine, thrusting in me.
My arousal picks up faster than I would have hoped, and I lift my legs over his hips, crossing my ankles behind his back. He positions his arms under my chest, wrapping his hands around my shoulders, pressing my body down at the same time he thrusts into me.
“God,” I say, my head falling back into his pillow.
His teeth nip at my neck, and his speed only increases, spurring my orgasm to hang on the cusp.
“Oh, El, you feel amazing. I’ve missed you so much. It’s always been you. Always,” he rambles.
A tear forms in my eye, needing to escape.
“You’re my one, Crosby. The one who I’m meant to love. It killed me, being away from you. I missed you,” I tell him, somehow becoming unglued in this moment.
“Never. I’ll never leave you again. And you can never leave me.” He looks up, his brown eyes promising me the same future he did two years ago. “You are my forever.”
I wind my hand around the back of his head, pressing my lips to his.
“Let me see you come,” he mumbles as his hips grind faster.
As Crosby pushes me to the top and over in pleasure, the headboard slams against the wall, the mattress squeaks, and my cries can probably be heard two blocks over. He immediately follows, stilling inside me.
My body sinks into the mattress. I’m emotionally and physically spent.
“Better than I remember,” he jokes.
I playfully smack his chest, but he grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth.
He kisses my knuckles. “You didn’t let me finish.”
“Well?” I wait, and he releases my hand, lowering himself over my body, sprinkling kisses along my skin.
“We’re even more compatible now, if that’s possible.” His mouth mere inches from mine, he hovers over me. “You are incredible,” he murmurs.
I inch up to kiss him. “You are unbelievably awesome.” I speak the truth, and although I fear how he got better in bed, I’m not sure if it was his movements that brought out my intense orgasm or if it was his declaration to never leave me or the divulgence that he missed me as much as I missed him.
He rolls off me and ventures into the bathroom before crawling back in bed with me. We get under the covers, and he leans on his elbow, staring down at me.
“Tell me something I missed,” he asks.
I shrug. “Nothing really.”
“Come on. I had to have missed something?”
I rack my brain for anything, but I’m not about to tell him about my depression or the drinking during my freshman year. With the parties, my stupid self was trying to forget not only my best friend, but also the love of my life. How lost I was my freshman year.
Crosby bears enough guilt. He doesn’t need to hear about the stupid things I did.
“Truthfully, Crosby”—I turn on my side and place my hand on his cheek—“all you missed was me missing you. I wasn’t myself these past two years. I was half of myself.”
A slow smile creeps up his lips. “Nothing important that you’ll tell me years down the road? Like, during those two years we weren’t together, you robbed a bank?”
I laugh, shaking my head. My hand falls from his cheek. “No, promise. What about you?”
“Same, I guess. I lived on the field though. Spent most of my time there and in the weight room. It was how I knew I’d get you back. Sorry it took so long.”
I tackle him, leaving him on his back, and I scatter short kisses along his face—his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his chin, and lastly, his lips.
“You’re here now. I’m done living in the past,” I say.
For the most part, I believe it. It will always be hard for us, but we can move on. His lips turn down for a second, and I tilt my head inquiring to his nonverbal signal that something’s wrong.