how much we missed each other. I’m not going to shed any tears as I imagine how awful my life would have been without him. This will be a desperate, frantic fuck that I need more than I need my next breath.
We’re not even out of his entryway before I strip his jacket off him and struggle to get my heels off. I fumble with the buttons on his shirt as his large arms wrap around me to undo the zip on my back. The noise is an erotic precursor of much more to come. When the dress slips off my shoulders and pools down at my feet, he hums his approval as he takes in my black bra and knickers.
God, I’ve missed his noises. But I didn’t say it out loud, so it doesn’t count as the touchy-feely kind of shagging.
By the time we’re both naked, I’m gripping his cock while also fretting about how far away the bedroom is. He seems to be on the same page because his next move involves cupping my arse and propping me on a small entryway table by the front door. I’m panting as I reach down and position his cock at my centre. As soon as it’s where it belongs, he leans back and stares down as he grips my hips and thrusts hard into me, not even swiping my centre to see if I’m ready for him.
I’m always ready.
His eyes are rapt with fascination as he watches himself disappear inside me, his gaze shifting back and forth from my face to my breasts to where we connect. His thrusts are quick and unrelenting, his eyes roving and appreciative. I fucking love it. My cries of pleasure are loud as he pulls back over and over. I squeeze my legs around him and undulate my hips to meet his, my clitoris throbbing as he thumbs it in a small circular motion while rocking in and out of me.
When I pull him close to connect our mouths, my lips desperate to feel the chiseled scruff on his jaw, my nipples graze over his chest, and he breaks our kiss to tongue my puckered peaks. He drags his lips up my chest and along my collarbone before whispering against the hollow of my neck, “Resta con me per sempre.” He thrusts hard inside me again, his breath laboured with need.
I grab his hair and force him to look at me with those half-hooded dark eyes of his. “What does that mean?” I ask, my eyes blinking back at him curiously.
His Adam’s apple slides down his throat as he hits me with a heart-stopping look of vulnerability. “Stay with me forever.”
With those words, my inner walls clench around his shaft, and my body throttles into climax, causing my head to fall against his chest as I hold on to him for support and try not to cry.
“Let’s say we didn’t break up. We just had an eight-day fight,” Tilly says, her voice sweet in the darkness of my flat with only the blue hue of the city lights streaming in through the window.
My hand is teasing her damp hair, my body working to commit a muscle memory of how she feels lying against my chest.
After our quick shag, we showered, shagged again, got dressed for bed in my closet, shagged again, and now we’re here…sexually spent and post-morteming our breakup like a proper couple.
“Can we make our fights shorter in the future?” I ask, reaching around to hug her close.
“Or…here’s a wild idea…” She slides off my chest and lies on her belly, her feet kicking up behind her. “We just stop fighting full stop.”
I laugh and roll on my side to face her, pressing a finger to her twitching nose. “You’re a stubborn Scot, so there’s no chance of that happening.”
“Fair point.” She giggles and looks so innocent at this moment. The makeup of the day gone with her slender frame drowning in one of my white T-shirts. She’s utterly perfect and having her back here with me is everything I wanted.
But not everything I need.
“Tilly.”
“Yes?”
“I want to tell you what happened.”
She frowns at me in the dim light. “I said you don’t have to, Sonny.”
“I know.” I swallow the knot in my throat. “But lying here with you, being happy while having this on my shoulders…it taints it. I don’t want to be with you and hide this part of me.”
She nods slowly and cups my jaw in her hand, her thumb