Page 83 of Feels Like Coming Home

“Yes, Johnson?”

“Do I still have to follow rule number one?” I knew she had freed me from the rule, but I wanted to hear her ask for me to touch her in all the places my hands were dying to explore.

“No, Johnson, you don’t have to follow rule number one. You can touch me, have me, and take me in any way you want.” She was watching me thrust in and out of her through the mirror. I reveled in watching her eyes roll into the back of her head every time I pushed myself a little bit deeper.

“Thank god.”My hands, finally free to do what they had wanted to do, reached for her breasts under my jersey. I flicked, pinched, played, and squeezed as Haley’s breath started to become short and heavy. My eyes danced back and forth from watching her from behind and catching her in the mirror. Every time my eyes hit the mirror, Haley was watching me fuck her from behind.

“Jones, I'm not going to last long like this. You are too fucking beautiful and too fucking sexy to hold out for too long.” Watching her take me like this, on her hands and knees, was enough to drive any sane man over the edge.

“Then don’t,” she said between her moans and I knew she was getting close to the edge too. “Remember rule number two, Cam.”

“Are you sure?”

“Camden, please, I want you to come inside of me. I want to feel your heat and your cock come inside of me. I—” Her head dropped as I thrust deeply inside of her. “I want to feel you finish inside of me again.Please.”

The final ‘please’ is what sent me over the edge. I pushed myself in and out of her, going deeper with every thrust, and it didn’t take long before I felt myself finish inside of her. My cock throbbed as the heat inside of me exploded. Haley buried her face into the sheets of her bed to muffle her cry as she came undone under me. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I fell down around her, bracing myself with my arms to avoid completely falling on top of her. She looked up again and our eyes met in the mirror.

Her lips spread slowly into a smile, a look of satisfaction and enjoyment on her face.

Then, like a small child who intentionally does something bad in front of a grownup, she pulled away and pushed her hips back into me, causing my whole body to convulse as her pussy slid off and on my cock. Doing this to a man after he’s already finished is a mean trick. But I loved it.

“You are a very bad girl, Haley Jones,” I gasped, looking back at her with my own devilish smile.

She did the thing with her hips again. “And what are you going to do about it?” She was challenging me. She enjoyed watching me suffer.

I grabbed her hair and pulled it gently, pulling her head back as I did. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to keep her in place and show her that I was in charge again. I brought my mouth to her shoulder and nipped it, causing her to yelp out as my teeth pinched her skin.

“I’m going to make you pay for your misbehavior, don’t you worry, Jones. Next time, I’m in charge.”

“I can’t wait to see how you take control, Johnson. Now pull out of me, but slowly, you feel so good and I want to enjoy it as long as I can.”

I placed my hands on both of her hips and slowly pulled myself out of her. Before moving from behind her, I pushed the jersey she was still wearing up a little further, leaned over, and kissed her on the soft of her back. She peaked at me from over her shoulder and let out a small “hmph” when I did it again. I went to kiss her back a third time, but she wiggled underneath me and flipped over before I could.

Looking down at her, I took in every freckle on her face and made a mental note to try to count them one day. Hundreds of small dark spots sprinkled across her cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin, and I wanted nothing more than to be able to commit each and every one of them to memory.

Haley’s hands reached up to cup my face and I gently brought myself down to lay on top of her. She was warm and her skin was soft. She wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles behind my back, trapping me in this position.

“What are you thinkin’ about?” she asked just above a whisper. Her thumbs rubbed back and forth across my cheeks. Her eyes were swimming with a mix of emotions. Contentment, maybe? I couldn’t tell.

“I’m just thinking about how beautiful you are. And how much I love your freckles. And how sexy you are.” She started to laugh, so I continued, “And how smart you are, and how happy you make me, and how much I love you.”

I stopped on that last one and watched as her face went from being warm and happy, to falling and landing somewhere in the realm of disbelief. Her hands froze for a split second on my face before she started to trace my features with one index finger. She traced my mouth, then dragged her finger over my eyebrows, then moved it from the bridge of my nose to the tip. I watched her eyes and knew that behind them, her mind was running away with her thoughts.

After a moment of complete silence, I attempted to pull her back to me. “What are you thinkin’ about?”

She looked at me, her eyes meeting mine, and dropped her hands. She chewed on the inside of her lip, giving herself away. She was nervous, anxious even, and I could see it all over her face.

“I’m thinking about whether or not I should believe you.” Her eyes searched my face for a reaction. I understood her hesitation, but it still hurt hearing her say it.

“Haley…”

“It’s just that you’ve said it before and then you were gone. You’ve made promises in the past just to bail on me without any notice. I’ve told you how I felt before and you played it off like it was a joke. I know that was a long time ago and I should let it go, but I’m finding it really hard to take your word and trust that you won’t disappear again, Cam.” She took a deep breath in and slowly released it.

Oh shit, not the breathing thing.

I brushed a piece of hair back from her face and leaned down to kiss her softly. She returned it, but I didn’t miss the hesitation I felt in it.

“Haley”—I took a breath myself before continuing—“I know I fucked up when we were younger. I know how much I hurt you and I'm so sorry for being a dick. I’ve never regretted anything more than how I treated you back then. I wished and dreamed and hoped that one day,one day,I could maybe get the chance to fix things between us. I held onto that hope for ten fucking years.”

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