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Ali took a step back and lowered her gaze to the floor. “I saw you…were back.”
“I’m sorry I left.”
She looked into my eyes. “Why did you?”
Why had I? Because I couldn’t stand the thought of her leaving and being in my apartment without her any more than I could stand that she’d lied to me.
“Cope?” she whispered.
I shook my head, laughed, and took a step closer to her. “You’re going to think I’ve lost my mind,” I mumbled, angling my head and leaning down so my lips were close enough to touch hers.
“Tell me.”
“I hated the idea…”
Her breath hitched just like it had when I circled her nipple with my tongue, and I kissed her. Bracing my body so I didn’t lean into hers, I held her face with my other hand and kissed her harder. I stopped and rested my forehead against hers. “I’m so afraid I’m going to hurt you.”
She tried to turn her head away. “I shouldn’t have come back.”
“Is that what I said?”
“No, but…”
“I didn’t want you to leave in the first place.”
“It seemed like you did.”
“Come on,” I said, taking her hand and leading her farther inside. I stopped when I reached the hallway, and Ali dropped my hand.
“Do you want to have a seat?” I motioned with my head to the sofa.
She shook her head.
“In there?” I asked, motioning to the bedroom.
“Please.”
She wore my sweatshirt that was three sizes too big for her. I stood behind her and grasped the hem, slowly bringing it up. She slipped her right arm out of it, and I pulled it over her head. She wiggled her left arm until the garment fell to the floor. I reached around her body and covered her breasts with both of my hands. I kissed her neck, her shoulder, the side of her face. “Get on the bed, Ali.”
She turned around and used the fingers of one hand to pull off her yoga pants and the black lace panties that matched the bra I’d told her not to wear earlier. I picked them up, needing to know how wet they were.
Ali took my other hand and brought it between her legs. I dragged my finger through her folds. “You still aren’t on the bed, baby.”
She scooted back, sat, and spread her legs. I went on my knees between them and buried my face in her pussy. When she fell back on the bed, I reached up with both my hands and pinched her nipples as I tortured her clit with the tip of my tongue. I peeked up at the woman writhing on my bed and looking down at me.
“Cope,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Please what, Ali? Tell me what you need.”
“Fuck me.”
I stood, pulled open the buttons on my jeans, and let them drop to the floor. “Put your legs around my waist.” When she did, I raised her torso and rested my cock against her entrance. “If I do anything to hurt you…”
She smiled and bucked her hips. I pushed into her and stopped.
When she groaned my name, I thrust a little deeper. I kept my hands on her body and moved her hips against me.
Ali’s head rocked from side to side, and she threw her arms above it. I saw what she was about to do, but not in time to stop her.