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My hands are on her waist, and I move them up her sides, lifting her shirt. I play with her nipples, pinching the already-hard peaks.

“Yeah, Charlie, I do. Goddamn, you are so fucking beautiful. Tell me. Tell me what you remember.”

Pulling her hands from my stomach, she takes the hem of her shirt and yanks it off and tosses it to the floor.

“Beck, fuck. Pinch a little harder,” she says as she slides back and forth on my dick. “My mouth was on your cock, sucking, licking, tasting. You were leaning back against your door, and I was kneeling between your legs. My hands were wrapped around your cock, sliding up and down in rhythm with my mouth. I swirled my tongue around your head, and when I heard you inhale, I looked up. I will never forget the way you gazed down at me. You looked at me like I was a goddess. Like I was your everything. And I believed it. I was so turned on by the taste of you and the look you gave me. Then you told me you were coming, but I didn’t pull back. You came in my mouth, and I kept sucking and sliding my hands up and down your cock. I could feel you coming, and I swallowed it all. It was so fucking hot.”

“Fuck yes, baby.” I’m playing with her nipples while she rubs her core against my hardened shaft. “Are you going to come like this, or are you gonna come sit up here on my face like you did that night?” My hands are moving her hips, rocking her back and forth.

She shakes her head and places her hands on her breasts, squeezing. “No, I’m going to make you feel good. You’re sore, and I just want to take care of you. Will you let me take care of you, Beck?”

“Hell yes, but you have to promise me I’ll get to take care of you next time.”

Instead of pulling off my body, she drifts down my legs, bringing my boxers down with her hands. She lifts up and pulls my boxers off my legs, then starts crawling toward my dick.

“That’s it, baby. Crawl to me.”

My dick’s at full mast. Then she wraps her hands around me, and it makes me suck in a breath. It’s been years since I’ve had her like this.

She leans down and twirls her tongue around the head of my cock while moving her right hand up and down my shaft. With her left hand, she cradles my balls, tugging lightly. She’s licking me like a lollipop, and my eyes haven’t left her face once. I’m burning this into my memory because, damn … who needs the past when the present is so fucking sweet?

My hands go to her head, and I brush back the hair that’s fallen from her bun. With one hand, I grip her hair in one fist, and my other palm holds her face. I’m letting her set the pace, but it’s getting harder to hold myself back from pushing all the way into her mouth to gag her.

Like she can read my mind, she takes me all the way to the back of her throat and gags. Spit drips out of her mouth, making her hand glide easily along my shaft.

When she pulls her mouth off my dick, she looks up at me with a wicked smile. “Does that feel good? Your side … I’m not hurting you, am I?”

Fuck no, she’s not hurting me.

“Baby, the only way you’re hurting me is by not having those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Twirl your tongue around the head like you were doing before.”

“Getting a little bossy, Beck? I think I like it.”

Her tongue touches the tip again, but instead of taking me in her mouth, she kisses and sucks down the length, and it drives me fucking crazy.

“Turn to the side and let me touch you too. I wanna find out just how wet you are for me.”

I pull the scrunchie from her bun, and her hair falls around her face. I gather it in one hand and tug lightly. While I’m still holding on to her hair, my head falls back when she takes me all the way into her mouth again. She moves her hand in tandem with her mouth. It’s not gonna take long for me to blow.

She shifts her body so she’s no longer between my legs, but on the side of me, never breaking her rhythm. I move her hair to my other hand so I can still see her face and slide my hand down her bare back and between her pussy. My fingers find her opening, and she’s soaked. My middle finger runs up and down her slit, and she starts to moan around my dick.

I lift my head and look down at her, and our eyes connect. Her pace slows just a little, and I wonder if she’s memorizing this moment like I am. Her eyes tear up, and saliva drips from her mouth, but this, right here … feels like something other than just sex.

This isn’t fooling around.

This is more.

And I’m not letting her take it back. We’re not going back to what we were the last couple of years.

Her pace quickens, and I match her with my finger sliding in and out of her pussy.

“You want more, Boss? Can I add another finger?”

She hums her approval, and I pull my middle finger out, then plunge my index and middle finger inside her tight hole. I feel her body start to spasm just a little, which brings me closer to my orgasm.

“Baby, I’m gonna come. If you want to pull back, you’d better do it now. You’ve had me so tightly strung. I’m not gonna last much longer.” I’m practically panting at this point, trying to hold on to the last bits of control I can manage.

She pulls her mouth off of me with a pop. “Then do it, Beck. Give me all of it. I’m so close. Keep fucking me with your fingers. Let’s come together.”