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“This is the first time that I’ve been able to get away, Emmarys, I swear.

I promise, I tried. I waited for any opportunity.

I think he suspected I was bluffing at first so I let time go by, waiting him out until I was in college, hoping he’d let his guard down long enough for me to sneak out of the state.

” My voice is deep to the point I’m practically begging her to believe me, to forgive me.

Silence settles between us before I hear her voice, soft, and a little unsure, giving me the three words I need the most.

“I forgive you.”

My head jerks up and I pull away enough so that my hands can slide along her face and I can do the one thing I’ve been wanting to do all night, well for the past year.

My lips come down on hers hard, all the patience that I’ve been holding onto tonight releasing while my mouth devours hers.

I’ve been fucking pining for this girl for the past year.

Being here with her again is better than any memory of us.

She clutches my sides, and my hands move into her hair, over her bare shoulders and down her lower back where I grab her and pull her body harder into mine.

I can tell from the little gasping noises she’s making that she can feel exactly what she’s doing to me.

My gut clenches, feeling her tits smashed against my chest. My hands slide down farther and grip her ass.

Instead of getting shy on me, it only makes her kisses more willing, her aggressiveness matching mine.

Every time my tongue slides over hers, she makes a desperate sound that shoots lust and need into my veins.

“Hawke,” she whimpers against my lips, while we both fight for air. I should probably slow down, except having my lips on hers again feels like finding water after being lost in the desert. It feels right, like home, and completely life-changing at the same time.

“You taste so good, sweet,” I tell her between kisses. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“I need you,” she moans into my mouth, and I can’t help myself, I suck on her tongue, which makes her knees weak.

“I need you too, Em,” I groan, and my hands move up to the top of her dress and close around the zipper. “Tell me you want this.”

Her eyes open and I’m mesmerized by the warm, caramel pools of color looking up at me. “I want you.”

Her words undo me. My lips are on hers again while tugging the zipper on her dress down, exposing the softest skin I’ve ever felt, before shoving the material to the ground.

The sight in front of me is absolutely the best form of torture: Emmarys Lawson with no bra on and just a thin, lacey thong the same color pink as her dress was.

“So beautiful,” I groan and place a kiss on her forehead, her cheek, and her jaw. Emmarys pulls back, her dark eyes flashing with something I can’t name.

“I doubt I’m the most beautiful you’ve had.” There’s no heat to her words but the look she gives me borders between pain and embarrassment.

My brows scrunch in confusion while I sit on the edge of the bed and guide her body so she's standing between my legs. “I promise you, Emmarys, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“You don’t have to lay it on that thick, Romeo,” she scoffs, but there’s hurt in her eyes when she looks away from me.

My insides freeze and I gently take her chin in my fingers, bringing her focus back to me. “I’m not lying and I’m definitely not saying what I think you want to hear. When I tell you that you’re the most beautiful, perfect, woman for me, I mean it.”

“Hawke, you are a star quarterback for a D1 college. You’re handsome and you know.

..” She waves her hand over my body with her brows raised, and my lips quirk up.

“You’re you. How do you expect me to believe that after being surrounded by gorgeous college girls that I’m the most perfect woman you’ve ever been with. ”

Her words take on a different meaning this time and judging by the blush staining her cheeks I’m guessing right. My gut clenches and I feel anger simmer in my veins. I did this. I caused her lack of faith in me.

“Have you fucked anyone else since I left, sugar?” My words aren’t yelled but low enough to cause goosebumps over her skin. She shakes her head no. “Have you wanted to?”

“No,” she answers and her eyes flash. Good, sweetness, give me your anger, take it out on me.

“What makes you think I have? I want you, and only you. This was always supposed to be ours,” I tell her, catching her face between my palms. “If you trust me enough to give yourself to me, know that I’m doing the same.”

I can practically hear her heart beating in her chest, calling out to me.

There hasn’t been anyone for me except for Emmarys Lawson in years.

Have girls tried, absolutely. Do my brother and my best friend wish I was more into partying, hell yes.

They don’t understand why I don’t mind being a virgin during my freshman year of college, or my obsession with the girl I was forced to leave back in Crimson Bay and I can’t explain it to them.

She is everything to me, she holds my soul in her hands.

It's always been her. This was always supposed to be ours.

She is worth the wait, no matter how long it takes.

Emmarys leans in, touching her lips to mine, and I act before she has the chance to think again.

Without breaking the kiss, my arms band around her, twisting, and bringing her body down to the mattress while I move above her.

Our hands work between us to unbutton my dress shirt and get my tie off.

All while I continue kissing her, plundering her mouth with my tongue, until my chest is bare and pressing against her naked skin.

I groan at the contact, my eyes snapping open, eating up every inch of her.

“I want you so much. You’re all mine.” I practically growl while sliding my hand up her inner thighs, my thumbs grazing the edge of her underwear. Her eyes lock on mine, her teeth bite into her bottom lip as I slowly tug her panties down her legs and throw them toward the end of the bed.

“I need to get you ready for me, sweets,” I warn her, and without giving her more time to think I push her thighs apart, my finger parting her pussy gently.

She moans before I delve into her, finally tasting her again.

I savor her taste, my tongue and my lips explore, and reacquaint themselves with her pussy.

My mouth closes over her clit at the same time my fingers slowly push in and out of her, stretching her to take my cock.

Emmarys’s hips rock toward my face, her hands tangling in my hair while she pants my name breathlessly.

My body tenses, needing this from her. I need her to come undone for me. My tongue dips inside of her deeper, coaxing her open, before I swirl my thumb around her clit and press right where I know she needs it.

“Hawke.” My name is a strangled moan on her lips, her body tensing then shattering under me.

I don’t let up, my tongue continuing its gentle rhythm while her muscles flutter around me with her release.

Only when her legs stop shaking and fall to the side do I kiss my way up her body, crawling over her.

My eyes are heavy-lidded as I glance down at her, loving the blush across her chest and the way she breathes heavily.

Her eyes are bright and shining as they watch me.

Slowly, she raises her hand to my face and her thumb swipes over my bottom lip before she brings it to her own mouth.

Her tongue darts out and she tastes herself.

The sight sends a dizzying rush of pleasure and I feel high while I watch her, my dick getting harder.

Emmarys’s eyes move down my body to where I know she can see the bulge in my pants.

“My turn,” she tells me, her hands moving to the button on my dress pants before she pushes them all the way off, pressing me back into the mattress this time, while her body settles over mine. “Can I taste you too?”

Words escape me but at least there’s some blood left in my brain to nod my head yes to her question.

I watch with hooded eyes while she lowers herself down my body, one of her hands gripping my upper thigh while the other slides along my shaft.

The muscles in my stomach bunch when she leans over and tentatively moves along the seam of the head, licking up the bead of precum that just appeared.

Her hair brushes against my skin when she finally takes the head into her mouth, sucking me down as deep as she can.

My vision blacks out and pleasure skates down my spine.

“Please, Emmarys,” I breathe out, my fingers clutching the sheets.

My arms tense and my chest tightens as I figure out how to breathe with the girl of my dreams on top of me, swallowing my cock down like her favorite treat.

I missed this, I missed her, and how she learned all the things I liked when we dated.

Even better, she remembers them. Her hands move along my length as a moan tears from my lips.

My hands tangle in her hair until I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside her.

“Sweetheart,” I rasp, shifting so I slide out of her mouth. “I need you; I need you to come with me.”

I grasp her face and kiss her hard before rolling us back so I’m hovering over her once again.

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I slowly slid my cock through her wet pussy.

I might not have any experience with what happens next but thank fuck for romance books that I might have snuck out of the library and the occasional Google search.

I might be a virgin but when it came time for me to be with Emmarys I didn’t want to be a fumbling one.

I need this experience to be perfect for her so I repeat the same motion, and this time she whimpers and her cheeks flush.