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I glance down at the wrapper in his hand and I can’t help but say, “I hope that condom hasn’t been in your wallet for fifteen years.”
“No.” He shakes his head with amusement. “I promise it’s a new one.”
“I should warn you I’m extremely fertile.”
He smirks. “Are you saying I should toss the condom? Because I’m good with that.”
I huff. “Not unless you’re sure you want a baby.”
“With you, sweetheart, I’ll take ten.”
“Ten? Oh hell no!” I laugh, although the idea he wants kids, especially with me, brings me insane amounts of joy.
His hand slides between us as he places the condom on himself. I wriggle in anticipation and he pulses against my thigh in appreciation. The memory of the last time he was inside me flutters through my mind, and although it was short lived and painful at the time, it never felt wrong. Because I was always meant to be his.
He gently kisses my lips as he lifts my jaw. He deepens the kiss, and I grip his back. He moves his hips slightly as he gently presses his body into mine. He enters me easily and fully, and he moans as I tighten around him, holding on to him inside me.
“Ever,” he whispers as he pulls out slightly then enters as fully and deeply as possible. He fills me completely, and my eyes flutter closed as I bask in the fullness of him. His mouthreturns to mine as he eases in and out of me. He squeezes my nipple and pulls it to attention, and I moan into his mouth.
He slides his hand under me to pull my ass up into him, and I cry out in pleasure when he pushes his hardness into me. His hips crash into mine as his tongue dances in my mouth. My body arches with every thrust, and I grasp him to keep him as deep as possible. Fifteen years of desire, lust, friendship, and love go into every movement as he makes love to me. I feel the enormity of the years it’s taken me to return to him pulse in my chest. The love I feel for him overwhelms me with emotion. I can tell he’s getting closer, and his hand slides between us to please me once again in the final moments before he comes.
I’m awed that he remembers. I can tell he doesn’t want it to end as he rubs his fingers in all the right places with all the right rhythms. The fullness of him inside me combined with his touch sends me spiraling, and I grasp him as my moan announces my arrival to the edge of pleasure. He plunges inside me and I come around him. With two more thrusts, he comes as well, and he shudders into me repeatedly until he stills, breathless.
He leans his head next to mine on the pillow for a moment, and I hear him attempting to catch his breath. My fingers skim the lines of his back, and I turn my face into the side of his head and kiss his neck. He dips his head and kisses my shoulder several times before his eyes rest on mine.
“You…” he whispers.
I smile, and he kisses my lips so tenderly that I can almost feel a tremble in them.
He rolls over to the side and removes the condom. He leans over me to reach for a tissue on the nightstand, wraps itneatly, and drops it to the floor. His mouth returns to my breast, and he continues to lick around my nipple, sucking and tugging lightly.
He lifts his eyes to mine. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“I hope it was worth the years of patience.” I giggle.
He plays with a ring of my hair in his hands. “It was worth every second. But I’m nowhere near done with you, so I hope you’re not too tired.”
I laugh as the stubble from his face glides along my stomach, and in my head I hear my heart offering a small yet significant thank-you to the universe for reminding me that I’m enough for me and enough for him.
THE LIMO COMES to pick us at 7:00A.M., and although we’re all exhausted, you can also tell we’re brimming with affection for each other.
Nick encases me in his arms, and we drift to sleep together on the ride home since we barely slept all night. We had a lot of catching up to do. Gwen seems very responsive to Cooper as they intertwine their fingers and he kisses her head repeatedly. When we turn down my street, Gwen whispers our names to wake us. I yawn and press my hand to Nick’s chest to lift myself. He climbs out first and holds his hand to me before hugging me tightly against his chest.
“Thank you for last night,” I whisper in his ear.
“Thank you,” he whispers back.
I feel some anxiety over leaving him and wonder what will happen when we aren’t together. Will he change his mind now that he’s had me?
“Stop it,” he says as he lifts my chin to gaze into my eyes.
“Stop what?” I ask.
“Thinking the worst. I see it in your eyes. I promise you I love you. If nothing else, you should know that after last night, I only love you more.”
I smile in appreciation, and he winks as he kisses my forehead and climbs back into the limo.
Gwen slides out through the opposite door, and I see Cooper’s hand lingering in hers until she’s forced to pull it away. She laughs and closes the door.
