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Bren pushes up on her arms so that her face is hovering just over mine, “I do,” she answers before pressing her lips to mine. I stop breathing, not believing that she’s just kissed me; it’s only as her lips move softly over mine that I open for her, resting my hands lightly on her back. I’d follow her lead; if all she wanted was kisses, then I was good with that.

Bren throws her leg over my body and settles back on my cock as her tongue strokes mine, and I’m hard-pressed not to push my aching cock up into the juncture of her thighs. Tightening my fingers, I dig them slightly into her hips to hold her still as she rocks against my hardness.

Bren lifts her head to look at me with a confused expression. “Don’t you want this?”

Swallowing, I huskily reply, “So much, Bren, I want this so much, but I don’t want you to hate me after. I’d rather wait until you trust me again.”

Her expression softens, and she runs her fingers down my cheek before she sits up and gathers her silky top in her hands and slowly lifts it up and over her head. She’s still wearing a nursing bra, and I can see she’s a little uncomfortable. Reaching behind her, I unclasp it. Bren catches it before it falls, saying softly, “I’ll leak.”

Shrugging, I reply, “I don’t care, I want to see you.”

Biting her lip, she slowly lets it fall to the bed, and I can’t help the groan that falls from my lips. I’d known she was slightly larger than she had been before; reaching out, I slowly run afinger around her nipple, goosebumps popping up over her skin, making me smile. “Gorgeous,” I whisper. Taking my eyes from her breasts, I look into Bren’s eyes, “You’re beautiful, Bren, you always have been, but seeing you like this,” I hesitate before continuing, “it takes my breath away.”

If the smile that beams from Bren is any indication, then I know that my words have made her happy. I’ve come to realise over the last few weeks that Bren’s happiness means the world to me. She pulls at my T-shirt, “Take this off.”

Sitting up, I pull it off and throw it on the bed behind her before lying back. Bren needs to lead; I’ll follow, but I want her to make the first moves, even if it is killing me to not touch her and get my mouth on her. For months, the memory of her riding me has been my main fantasy, and obviously my cock agrees because I was still hard as a rock.

Bren leans forward and licks across one of my nipples, playing her tongue across the bar that I had through it. Instantly, a shot of lust flows through me straight to my cock that takes it as an invitation to twitch against Bren’s pussy.

“Mmh,” she looks at me through her lashes before bending and doing the same to the other one, getting the same reaction. “You like that,” she whispers.

“I like having you do it,” I tell her.

Bren sits up, resting her hands on my belly, her pussy cradling my aching hard cock, making me wish we didn’t have any barriers between us.

“Have you really not been with anyone since that night?”

“I haven’t,” I answer her truthfully.

“So, you’re clean?”

I nod, “Yeah, babe, I’m clean. We don’t have to go any further, though. I’m just happy that you’re talking to me again. Never in a million years did I expect to be in your bed.”

I need her to know that this isn’t about sex. Did I want her? Fuck yeah, I did, but I’ll take her any way that I can get her. Not because she’s the mother of my child either, but because I can now admit to myself that I love her. I’ve always loved her.

“I want to, though,” Bren replies. Lifting her hips, she pushes my pyjama pants down my thighs, my cock springs up hard and long. Bren wraps her hand around my length and slowly pumps me, never taking her eyes from me. It won’t take me long to cum at this rate. I’m primed and ready to burst at the slightest movement. Gripping her wrist, I stop her, “Babe, I’m about ready to blow.”

Bren smiles at me and lifts off my thighs. Thinking she was about to get off me, I let go of her wrist, and then a shout leaves me as she pulls her panties aside and slides down my cock.

“Holy fuck, Bren,” I shout and curl up, wrapping my arms around her, panting hard. I hold her to me for a second before lifting my face from where I’d buried it in her throat.

Cupping her face, I say a little angrily, “You’re not ready yet. Dammit, Bren, you should have let me take care of you first.”

Bren smiles and wriggles her hips, “I’m more than ready, Alec, can’t you feel?” She tightens her pussy walls around my cock, and I realise that she is ready; she’s wet and is sliding up and down my cock easily.

Closing my eyes, I breathe a small sigh of relief that she isn’t hurting. I’m still a little mad at her, though, even if my cock is very, very happy.

Bren pushes me back slightly, ordering, “Lie back.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I reply and do as she asks, hands gripping her hips as she starts to ride me, my fantasy woman come to life, her eyes never leaving mine as if she needs this connection, and truthfully, I need it.

For months, I’d remembered her exactly like this, and I didn’t want to miss a single minute of it. I can feel her pussy start to flutter, and from the familiar tingle in my lower back, I know it won’t be long before I’m joining her. Bringing my thumb to my mouth, I suck it, wetting it, and press it firmly to Bren’s clit. She gasps and throws her head back, rocking against the new friction my thumb provides. It’s a beautiful sight, her riding me, breasts thrust out, nipples hard. Bren cries out as she comes. Taking my thumb from her clit, I grip her hips hard and pump up into her twice before I join her, coming hard. This is what I could have had for years if I hadn’t been an absolute bellend.

Wrapping my arms around her, I ease her down to my chest in a tight hug. Bren starts to cry, and I let one of my own tears escape at the sound of her tears.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper over and over into her hair until she quietens down. Knowing that this is about more than us having sex. This is about the pain we’ve caused each other over the years. I’m hoping they’re cleansing tears and not tears of regret, though.

Bren shakes her head against my chest, saying softly, “I’m sorry too.”

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