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One lone drop of water traveled from his shoulder down his chest. It was all she could do not to push him against the wall and follow the path of that moisture with her tongue.

He used the small travel shaving cream and lathered up his face.

Then he shaved it off. And when there was just a little foam here and there, he took the towel from his waist, moistened an end from the faucet, and removed the last traces of lather.

Rebecca swallowed hard. This man was the original prototype for every other man she had ever dated or let make love to her. It looked like she was about to get a chance at the original once again. Good for her. Her nether regions were already beating along with her heartbeat in anticipation.

He then replaced the towel around his waist, combed his wet hair, and opened the box of aftershave from his new toiletry kit.

“By the way,” he said, returning to the kit and extracting a red and white box. “I bought this for you because I liked it, but if you don’t, you don’t have to wear it.” He handed her what turned out to be a box of Bulgari Allure Baciami.

Rebecca took the box and read it. She smiled. “Do you know what ‘baciami’ means in Italian?”

“No. Something good, I hope.”

“It means kiss me,” she said as she opened the bottle. “I love it.”

Mitch capped his cologne, put it back in his kit, and then he crossed to Rebecca and kissed her. She raised off the chair to kiss him back.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said and added, “Kiss me again to make sure.”

He kissed her, the knot on his towel loosening, causing the towel to fall to the floor. He reached for it, and she kicked it out of the way.

“Really?” he asked.

“Most definitely. It has been a long, lonely six years,” she said and spent a little time looking at his naked form. He was already erect. She’d make good use of that.

“I agree. See anything you like?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said and rubbed the back of her hand from his calf to his chin—a nice contrast to all his warm skin—and purposely avoided his erection.

She watched as he shut his eyes and sighed.

Oh, how she had missed this man. No one compared.

There had been other men in her life, but no one like Mitch.

***Mitch***

Enough of this tease. He needed her like he had never needed anyone. He grabbed Rebecca’s hand and led her out of the bathroom. Six years ago, he hadn’t been as demonstrative. Well, they were both older now.

He led her to the red bed where they had laid and kissed. He grabbed the edge of the covers and pulled them back. Then he climbed into her bed, naked, and reclined on the pillows as she stood, fully dressed, next to the bed and waited.

“I’m a patient man, but I need you, Bex.”

She smiled, and said, “Look who is sleeping in my bed.”

“You have too many clothes on. Take them off and join me.”

She smiled and kicked off her shoes.

“Your turn or my turn to see what I’ve been missing?” he asked.

“I’ve waited for this for six long years,” she said as she unbuttoned her green silk satin blouse and tossed it aside, her emerald eyes never leaving his. He couldn’t stop looking at her. Holding himself back from touching her wasn’t easy.

Her large breasts threatened to spill out of the sexy black lace bra she wore underneath her blouse.

She untied the wraparound black silk skirt.

It fell to the floor in a pool of inky blackness.

She stood by the bed in bra, panties, and her gold jewelry, which seemed to glow against her beginning summer tan.

The pain of his erection had started when he had taken off his clothes for his shower, and it was now throbbing in protest.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said.

She smiled and looked down at him as she slowly removed her jewelry and placed each piece on the nightstand starting with her bracelets and ending with her earrings.

There was only one thing that would satisfy him.

He wondered if she was going through a similar battle.

If she wasn’t, he’d take her there. He knew her body, knew how to play it like a fine instrument.

It might have been six years, but he remembered everything when it came to bringing out Rebecca’s passion.

Before he could offer to do it, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her breasts spilling from the confines of the lacy material.

They were bigger now than they had been when she was eighteen, and it was all he could do to keep from reaching out to touch her.

Her figure was lusher. He wanted to get lost in all that was Rebecca.

Her panties were next, and then she was as naked as he was.

The anticipation that they were about to consume each other was almost more than he could take.

He pulled back the covers a little further and extended his hand to her.

She took his hand, and she slipped between the sheets and into his arms, the skin-to-skin contact making him take a deep intake of breath. “This is oddly familiar.”

She stretched like a cat and said, “I love this. I love the feel of you.”

“At least this time, I don’t have to worry about hurting you,” he said.

She smiled softly, and said, “I don’t know if I ever thanked you for being so kind and gentle that first time. You made it wonderful for me. I never look at that as an awkward experience because you made it so lovely.”

“Is that how you’d like me to be tonight? Kind and gentle?”

“No. Not the first time. I want you to show me how much you’ve missed me. I want you to take me. I want you to take away any doubt about how you feel about me. I’m yours to make love to…”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He rolled her onto her back as she smiled up at him. And when he kissed her, she nipped at his lower lip.

How he had missed her. He didn’t know where to begin.

He could see for himself how much she wanted him, and the feeling was mutual.

He liked touching her. He liked the way her eyes became heavily shaded as she moved toward his touch, wanting more.

He liked the way her breasts bounced as he drove into her.

He liked the taste of her, the warmth of her body, the way she gripped him when she climaxed.

His hand slipped between her legs, to the warmth she held there. She was warm and wet, nearly dripping for him to enter her. He slipped a finger inside of her and then another.

“Please,” she said. “I want you inside me, but with something else besides your fingers.”

He didn’t make her ask a second time. He just spread her wide enough to accommodate him, and then he guided himself into her warmth and sighed.

When he was deep inside of her, she looked into his eyes and said, “I missed you so much.”

He pulled out of her and then sank in again, which made her cry out in pleasure as she said, “Mitch…Mitch, it has always been you. This is where you belong.”

“I missed you…I love you, Bex.”

It was like no time had passed. They knew each other. Their bodies recognized each other. He knew just how to touch her and bring her pleasure. His body responded to hers as if it were coming home.

They had been apart for a long time, but nothing compared to being with her. He couldn’t believe he’d denied himself for so long when she was all he wanted. He loved her. There would never be another for him. Everything began and ended with Rebecca.

He pumped into her, making the bed move, watching her body bounce as he drove into her, heard her gasp as she smiled up at him and then asked him for more.

“Faster, harder…Just don’t stop.”

He couldn’t have stopped if the ceiling fell in on him. He just wanted this woman. All his thoughts were for Rebecca. Then her eyes narrowed as she screamed. “Mitch!”

The orgasm that pushed through her body came in waves of pleasure, and he was relentless, keeping up the pace she had asked for. And when his own body took over, he rode the wave with her and screamed out her name as he spilled himself deep within her.