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“I can’t wait, princess. I want to kiss and touch you everywhere, but I don’t know that I can hold back.” I place kisses along her neck and inhale her sweet scent.

“I don’t want you to hold back. I need it,” she whispers, almost as if she’s begging me for it. “I need you.”

“You have me, Viola. Always.”

Reaching down, she tugs at my zipper. I can barely take it anymore. As I undo my jeans, pull them down with my boxer shorts, and free my cock into her palm, she wraps her hands around her back and unclasps her bra. As soon as I’m stripped down to nothing, she begins stroking me, and I squeeze her breasts once again. After a few torturous moments, I spin her around and bend her over the arm of the couch.

She squeals, but quickly regains her footing. Kneeling behind her, I pull her jeans and panties down until she’s able to kick them off. I spread her legs apart and slide my hands up her thighs. Cupping her ass, I bend her over further until I see those pretty pink lips of hers.

When she arches her back, which pushes her ass out farther for me, I take that as an invite and slide my tongue up her slit. She shivers and I do it over and over until she begs for more.

I love the taste of her and can’t get enough. I push one finger inside her, and then another. Sucking on her clit, her hips start going wild as she searches for her release.

“It’s not going to be that easy, princess,” I say, slowing my rhythm. I pull her cheeks further apart and dive back in, wanting to feel her release on my tongue.

“Yesyesyes…” she mutters against the cushions. I know she’s about to lose her mind. I push two fingers inside again and work her until she’s ready to collapse. “Ohmygod…fuck, yes.”

“I want to hear you, Viola. Loud.”

She grinds her sweet ass against my face until I feel her body tense. “One!”

I smile, knowing it’s the first of many tonight. She tastes so fucking sweet as she comes on my tongue. My fingers slow down, but I’m not remotely close to being finished with her. I stand up and reposition her, so we’re angled just right. Gripping her hips, I palm my cock and stroke it a few times before sliding inside her. At first, slow and deep. Her moans escalate louder and louder with each thrust. Then I lean over her body and cup her breasts with both hands as I speed up my pace and feel every inch push inside her—fast and deep, with no apologies. She’s mine, and I’m claiming all of her.

She pants and moans and begs. This is the Viola I’ve missed. I love watching her be a mother to our daughter, and she’s become an amazing partner, but if there’s one thing that’s never fizzled between us, it’s the chemistry we share. The all-encompassing, must-have-you-now, love-you-more-than-ever-before kind of chemistry. A decade’s worth of built-up tension, an explosive heat that’s undeniable.

I place a hand on her back and slide it up her spine. Fisting her hair, I pull until her head falls back and I can see the outline of her throat. She moans louder, which only encourages my deep thrusts. I love the way her body looks right now, her skin soft and warm, her arms sprawled out in front of her as she tries to regulate her breathing, but it’s no use. I don’t plan to be finished with her anytime soon.

“Do you remember our first time?” I growl, pulling her body back, so she’s flush against mine. I press my lips to her ear. “That first time nearly broke me, princess. Fuck, I had wanted you so bad for so long.”

“I remember,” she responds, and I thrust harder. “I remember you got really emotional and started crying. Then you asked if you could hold me all night.”

The corner of her lips tilt up, and I know she’s enjoying messing with me.

“Your mouth is going to get you in trouble,” I warn.

“It usually does.”

I cup her ass and spread her cheeks as I thrust deeper and harder until she continues counting once again. She lies across the arm of the couch again, but I don’t let her rest. Not just yet.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, my fingers find her pussy and begin rubbing her clit. I love how wet she gets for me. The sweet smell of her arousal lingers, and I know she’s going to lose herself at any moment.

I pull back and turn her around, so she’s against my chest. I cup a hand around her neck and pull her mouth to mine. My fingers find her clit again as I part her lips with my tongue. It never feels like enough with her; I always crave more of her. She squeezes her hands around my biceps as she hangs on for control.