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Fuck me. She’s more incredible than I remembered.
She’s just…more. And I get what she meant. Because this? Her? It feels like everything, too.
And I’m a little terrified.
I push the thought aside though and take both of her hands in mine, entwining our fingers and placing her arms over her head. Little space separates her lips from mine, our breaths mingling, our bodies connecting in the most intimate way.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes flutter open and I lose myself in those dark amber depths.
“Christ, I’ve missed you.”
“Fuck me, Shane,” she whispers in return.
It’s not exactly what I want to hear, but fuck if it doesn’t make me oblige.
Soft kisses and slow thrusts turn frantic, wanton, and as Alyssa and I come together once again, she squeezes my fingers, draws me unto her unrelenting stare, and says the four sweetest words I’ve ever heard.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
