Page 78 of Redemption

“You wear my old clothes?”

“Only the shirts you left here. It sounds stupid, but it comforts me when I’ve had a bad day. One of the only things I could do to feel close to you when you left.”

His lips find hers as he shifts to settle between her legs and slides into her with ease. The last time they had any intimacy like this was the night Noah died, and it was a frenzied rush to find comfort in each other. This time, he seems to take his time with long, slow strokes.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I almost forgot.”

Her body builds with pleasure with every thrust. “Baby, I’m close.”

“Already?” he asks, a smirk on his face.

He always liked to see how quickly he could get her over the finish line. It was almost like a personal feat if he made it happen in under five minutes, and most of the time, he succeeded.

Her hands cup his face, his movements continuing the same pace. “You know it’s never taken long when you’re inside me.”

He shifts, and she laughs when she finds herself on top. “Ride me like a fucking bronco.”

“Yes, sir,” she pants and braces her hands on his chest. Her hips move and grind against his pelvis, finding the friction she craves. “Oh, God, TK!”

Her body shakes as she cries out, her orgasm causing tingles throughout her limbs. It’s been so long. So. Damn. Long.

“Can I make a request?” he asks, his hand reaching up and toying with her nipples as she pants.

“What’s that?” she pants and moves her body again. She never thought she’d have him again, and she wants to ride this high as long as she can.

His thumb reaches out and rubs her clit, her body jolts through her curls. “Keep it just like it is.”

Karmen pauses and looks down at him. He can’t be serious, and she almost laughs. “Really?”

“Aside from when you were pregnant, I’ve never had you natural. And that was only because you couldn’t reach over the belly carrying my babies. I’m the only one who’s ever had you like this, right?”

Swallowing, she nods. “Only you.”

“Keep it. Trim it, design it, but don’t shave it.”

Something in the way he says it tells her this is his way of marking their fresh start. Her heart swells, and she nods. She’d do almost anything he asked right now. “Yes, sir.”

“I fucking love when you call me ‘sir,’” he growls. His hands grip her hips to still her. “Get on your knees.”

Her eyes widen as she anxiously does as he orders, sliding off his length and shifting into position on all fours, her ass in the air.

“That’s a good girl,” TK says and slaps her ass.

The sting makes her mew, and she feels her excitement drip down her leg. Never has she wanted him as much as she does now, and in this moment, she feels like a teenager again. And when he slams into her, she nearly combusts.

“Fuck,” she gasps and reaches out to brace herself on the headboard as he continues crashing into her.

Just as she feels the orgasm, he stills. “Are you close, baby?”

“I was right there,” she pants. His hand slaps her left cheek, and she clenches around him. “Again.”

He follows her order, and she’s not sure she could be any closer to orgasm if he was sucking on her clit. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“It’s been so long.”

“You’re dripping,” he says and tugs at her hair, pulling her head back. “I don’t remember turning you on like this.”

Her body tingles as he moves again with his fist tangled in her hair. His strokes move from hard and fast to long and slow, and she feels the torture of denial. He brings her right to the brink and stops three more times.

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