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Forty-Eight

Jade

I can’t believe I’m crying. What is wrong with me? But all the emotions are overflowing out of me. I’m filled to the brim with happiness and gratitude that we’ve found our way back to each other. We’re finally together after the long road it took to get here.

Henry spreads my legs, settling between my hips. His hands slip under the hem of the jersey. “You have no idea how much I love seeing you in my jersey. It’s such a fucking turn-on.” His fingers trail a searing path across my skin up to my breasts, and he groans, finding me without a bra. “Shit, babe. How do you expect me to hold on when you’re such a temptation?”

Still, he pushes the fabric up so the jersey rests at my neck, and his tongue strokes a path up my stomach to one breast before twirling around my nipple and sucking it into his hot mouth. He tugs at it, his teeth lightly scraping along the pebbled nub while his other hand cups my other breast, tweaking my nipple.

My back rises off the bed, offering myself to him.

“Fuck, I’m not sure I can wait.”

With his mouth on my breast, his hands slide down and hook into the sides of my underwear, pulling them down my legs. Pop . His mouth comes off my nipple, and he sits up, shedding me of my underwear, then pushing the jersey up and over my head with my help.

He stares at me, gaze coasting up and down my naked body. My instinct is to cover myself because I’m not the fit twenty-two-year-old he remembers. I haven’t spent time in the gym. My idea of working out is walking to St. Pat’s every morning.

“You’re so beautiful. I know I tell you all the time, but shit, Jade, I can’t believe you’re lying here in front of me, offering me a chance to be with you again.”

I lean up and tug down the waistband of his track pants, ignoring the fact I’ve grown softer while he’s grown harder. He shrugs them off, then his socks. God, he is so damn hot.

“I’m gonna need you to cool it at the gym, okay?”

He chuckles and falls to the side of me, taking me in his arms, laying us side by side. We kiss, and our legs entwine, our hands running over every inch of the other’s skin.

We’re taking our time, but soon the kisses grow urgent and breathless. Our hips grind toward each other, demanding friction. His hand wedges down our bodies and his fingers run through the wetness between my thighs. His magic fingers hook in me, stroking my favorite spot. I lift one of my legs over his hip, giving him better access, and he takes advantage of it.

I cling to the back of his neck, keeping his lips on mine while he eases his fingers in and out of me. I reach between us, taking his thick length in hand, and he groans into my mouth as I stroke him up and down.

He strips his lips off me. “Fuck, Jade, your hand feels so good.”

“Imagine what my pussy’s going to feel like.” I pant, pressing my lips to his again.

I need more of him the longer the teasing continues. I want him inside me and the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. He must feel my desperation because he rolls me onto my back and situates himself between my hips again. The tip of him pierces my opening, and he locks eyes with me as he slides inside. I dig my fingernails into his shoulder blades, and he curses, his eyes closing once he’s fully seated inside me.

“You feel incredible,” I say, gasping.

“This is so much better than I dreamed.” His lips fall to mine, and he kisses me with determination laced with love, as if he’s promising me this is just our beginning. Our new beginning.

My hands wrap around him, running up and down his back, and we have no choice but to stop kissing to gasp for breath. I inch up and suck on his neck, earning a moan. I love the sounds Henry makes. His arm slides under my leg, lifting it to rest on his chest, and I cry out from how much deeper he drives into me.

“Henry…”

He feels too far away. I want his lips, but this position is too good, and I barrel toward orgasm faster than I can stop it.

I’m so lost in the euphoria of our bodies connecting that I don’t realize he’s increasing his speed, his fingers digging into my hips with each plunge into my wetness. Then he drops my legs and hovers over me, holding himself up on his elbows.

I grab him, and his hands tangle in my hair while he thrusts in and out. My legs wrap around his waist, my breath labored, but we’re everywhere. One minute kissing, another minute licking, another minute cursing. He devours me, and I cry out, my pussy clenching around his thick cock. My orgasm bears down on me, shooting stars filling my vision as he takes me to another world.

Then Henry’s hand clutches my hip, and he plunges in and out of me until he shudders, panting with a curse leaving his lips. He stills and falls on me, trembling in my arms.

I hold him tightly with a silent promise that he’s right, this is the first of many times together, but I can’t deny we both needed this to get us back to where we should be.