Page 80 of Forgotten Romance

“Need you naked.” I really turn on the begging. “Please.”

He shoves away from me, rips the undershirt over his head, then roughly drags my sweater off me. We’re separated for a handful of seconds before we’re both shirtless, but it’s too many.

Davey kisses me so hard I stumble backward and into the wall. His hands work open the front of my pants, and he yanks them down. “Can’t wait. Need you now.”

“I always need you,” I promise him.

“Turn around.”

I do as I’m told, gripping the wall for support, and then Davey’s hands close over my ass cheeks and spread them apart. He lands spit right on my hole and pushes a finger in.

The stretch sends bubbles of lust to my head. It’s been too long since he’s been inside me, and the dildo that’s kept me company all these years can only do so much. It’s never hit that deep ache like he does.

“That’s it, baby, open for me.” His voice is a barely contained rasp. “You’ve always been so good at taking my cock.”

“My body knows what it needs.”

He presses another finger in. My grip on the wall tightens briefly, but we’ve done this so many times, in so many positions and places and ways, that preparing for him comes naturally to me. As easily as breathing.

He leaves my ass for a second, and I glance back over my shoulder to find him freeing his own cock and shoving his pants down his thighs. I’ve missed his cock so much. The curve, his scent, the way his tip feels under my tongue. I’m torn between the need to feel him stretching my lips or stretching my ass.

More spit, and then he fills me with three fingers this time, giving me time to adjust as he slowly strokes himself.

“You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I beg.

When he goes back to stretching me, he brushes my prostate, increasing my horniness with every pass.

I’m so damn obsessed. So needy. A shiver rakes my limbs.

“You want a taste,” he whispers.

“Please.”

“Get on your knees.”

I drop as soon as his fingers are clear of me, and Davey holds himself steady while I lean forward eagerly and suck him down.

“You haven’t fucked anyone else since me,” he says, and I hum my agreement around his length.

“And I haven’t fucked anyone since you. You trust me, don’t you?”

I nod. If there’s anyone I trust, it’s him.

“Then get me nice and wet, baby. That’s it … we’re not stopping for supplies, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

My eyes roll back. Need surging back hard and fast. I double down on my efforts until his dick is drenched in my saliva, and then he hauls me to my feet.

I grip the wall, Davey steps up behind me, and then his cock presses against my ass.

He pushes forward, and I relax into it, body stretching to let him inside. It’s been too long since I felt this full, and I don’t just mean my ass. Being like this, with Davey, it’s a rightness I’ll never be able to explain in my life. He’s my person. And I’m his. The time apart doesn’t matter when I’m so sure that the universe will always bring us back together. Like this. Over and over for forever.

With one last, full thrust, he buries his cock inside me, and we both let out twin sighs. My pants are still binding my legs, and his are doing the same, but they’re easy to ignore when he rolls his hips, thrusting inside me, nose by my ear and hands on my pecs.

“How did I go without you for so long?” he asks.

“Doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Just fuck me. Hard, fast, slow, deep. I don’t care.”

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