letting this forlorn feeling of joy wash through me that she’s actually here. Alive and well.
“I’ve missed you, Chloe.” They’re very simple words, but they describe my life well. I’ve missed this girl something fierce.
“I’ve missed you too, Noah. So, so much.”
My thoughts want to run but I pause. She came back to me. I shut off my analytical brain. To enjoy her. All of her.
When I move an inch to the center of her lips, my tongue darts out to lick over her curved cupid’s bow. The same one she used to complain about as a teenager, because it’s always been pointier and not as round as she considered more beautiful.
I’ve always loved it exactly the way it is.
Her mouth opens at the action, just as I hoped.
When my mouth closes over hers in a deep kiss, her tongue comes out to play.
Sassy and adventurous just like she seems now. More confident, taking what it wants.
My dick twitches in approval, imagining a lot of other uses for that tongue and sweet mouth.
She gives as good as she gets, and even though this is a slowed-down, sweeter version of our earlier session, it doesn’t lack an ounce of heat or passion.
My body is on autopilot at this point, crawling on top of her, lining up perfectly with her core that’s still covered in her underwear.
We continue to kiss and dry-hump in earnest, something I haven’t done since . . . well, since high school with this very woman.
Both of our breathing accelerates, and for a moment, fear grips my chest that I might actually come like this.
Chloe pulls back, rubbing her hot core against my dick like it’s the best thing she’s ever done in her life. And then her moan reverberates around the room as if it’s meant for just that.
My balls tingle, and I slow my movements for both our sakes.
When she’s calmed down, her eyes focus on me, her hand coming up to gently brush over my cheek and mouth, tracing my lips lazily until I snatch her finger and begin sucking on it.
Her eyes flare, the fire igniting to almost torturous levels.
Her head turns to the side. “Condoms are in the top drawer.”
I nod and reach over, shaking thoughts away of why she’d have any at all.
Thirty seconds later, I pull off my boxers and sheath myself while she wriggles out of her underwear and tosses it across the room.
My mouth waters at the sight of her.
So open to me. So wet for me.
The pressure behind my breastbone builds.
Mine.
Before I can analyze that damn thought, she pushes against me. As impatient as before.
Instead of moving above her, I stay on my knees, and pull her toward me and my waiting erection.
When she’s right in front of me, waiting, begging with her body, glistening for me, I take a steadying breath and push into her. Filling her, making both of us groan in relief at the reconnection.
Her breasts move with every thrust until she cups them. Playing with them, driving me insane. I let go of one of her legs and move my hand over her hip to her sensitive nub, watching her writhe under my touch, so on edge from the stimulation that my movements turn sloppy and out of sync.
When I feel her tighten around me, I lose my battle and come so hard that my vision goes blurry for a moment.
Our harsh breathing is the only noise in the room.
Why does the sound of that make my stomach feel all weird?
When Chloe scoots up the bed to grab some tissues, I slip off the bed and go through the same routine I went through earlier. Taking care of the condom, washing up, and putting my boxers back on.
This time, I keep my gaze straight, not looking at the medication.
I know I’ll have to face reality at some point but not now. Later. Tomorrow.
After I get some more sleep with my woman in my arms.
My woman?
I scoff at myself. I’m simply falling into old patterns. A slip of the tongue.
When I slip back under the covers, Chloe faces me. Her shirt from earlier is back on, and I’m sure she’s dressed under the covers too.
I mimic her sleep position, lying on my side facing her, with my hands in front of me.
We lie like this for a long time, just staring at each other. My mind is tired, still exhausted from the new revelation, satisfied after the sex, but also curious about what’s going on