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M y cock bounces between us, completely hard again at the sight of her spread out in front of me.

Everything about tonight has been perfect, and now she’s unleashed the beast within me. The one who has been waiting to devour every inch of her for two years now.

Gripping her thighs, I lower my head slowly, licking her from the bottom of her slit to her swollen bud. Her hips buck again, and it drives me insane with lust. “Fuck, I’ve missed the taste of this needy pussy so much,” I groan, and Berkley cusses under her breath.

I take my time, dipping my tongue inside of her and dragging it up, barely giving her clit what she wants before I’m licking her slit again. Over and over, I lick and tease. I close my eyes and savor the taste of her.

She loves to be edged. Until she’s ready, and then her clit wants all the attention.

Her fingertips grip my sheets, pulling the corner off the mattress, and I hump the bed beneath me, needing relief from the sight of her writhing in pure pleasure.

With my chin dripping with her juices, I groan, “You taste so fucking sweet.”

I trail my knuckle through her wetness, teasing her more as I watch her come undone for me.

She lets out a low growl when my finger leaves her aching pussy.

“You want more?”

“Yes, I want it all,” she moans, gripping the back of my hair and pushing me down.

That’s it, BB, take what you want. Take what’s yours.

I flatten my tongue on her clit, using the pressure I know she’s craving.

The whimpers escaping her mouth have me needing to come so bad I don’t even realize I’m rutting into the bed hard enough for it to hit the wall until she asks, “Does your cock need me, baby? Are you going to come before you get inside me again?”

I smirk, and when my eyes meet hers, she’s not teasing. No, she’s turned on at the thought and the reminder of what happened earlier. I grab my dick, and when I know she’s watching me, I give it a lazy stroke.

“Baby, I’ve come so many times to just the memory of you; if you don’t think the sight of you wet and horny beneath me won’t have me coming all over these sheets, you’re mistaken.”

Berkley throws her head back on a whimper, and I see her pussy clench at my words. My tongue flattens against her clit, circling and circling. I can feel her get closer and closer, her body lifting higher and higher off the bed and into my mouth.

I continue stroking her clit with my tongue as she comes undone beneath me. The sight of her has me pressing myself into the mattress again to relieve the ache. “How about instead of coming on my sheets, I come inside of this needy pussy again?” I growl, flipping her over once I know her orgasm has subsided.

“Please,” she says, arching her ass as far in the air as she can with her chest flat on my bed.

I stand up, and taking a step back from her, I greedily drink in the view. Fuck, I’ve jerked off to this ass so many times, I couldn’t even attempt to count.

“So pretty, baby,” I say through a groan, stroking my cock.

She’s so wet, I push inside her easily. Holding on to her hips, I roll my own slowly, because I know she needs a second to adjust to this angle. An indescribable feeling comes over me at the sight of our connection.

I will never get enough of this.

“Spread your cheeks for me,”I demand as I pick up my pace.

The sight of her face buried in the mattress and her hands digging harder into her ass with each thrust has that tingling deep down in my belly back and ready to explode.

I lean in, placing my fingers on her clit.

“Oh shit. I’m already about to come again.”

Her hands fall forward onto the mattress as she looks over her shoulder. “Come with me, Nate,” she moans, and her eyes roll back.

“Look at me while I come deep inside this needy pussy of mine,” I growl, and the second I feel her convulse around me, I let go. Her blissed-out baby blues bore into me before she falls forward, and we both come apart. Something similar to a roar pushes past my lips as the overwhelming sensations take over my body.

After my vision clears and my breathing evens out, I kiss her shoulder and slip out of her. “You are mind-blowing. Do you know that?” I ask.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” She replies smiling, her eyes still closed, her cheek pressed against my bed.

I scoop her up, and she lets out a gasp. “Nate, what are you doing?”

“You need to use the bathroom. Then we are going to take a shower.”

“Okay, but I’m dripping all over you.” I feel her legs tremble around me.

“Does it look like I am scared of our cum getting on me?”

She laughs lightly, and I kiss her forehead, sitting her down on the toilet. Turning on the shower, I step in, giving her privacy.

I hear the toilet flushing, and then she’s joining me, wrapping her arms around my middle and placing a kiss on my back.

An onslaught of emotions burn inside me. Tonight has been surreal, and a huge part of me is scared for it to end.

If I have anything to do with it, it won’t.

With my loofa soaped up, I turn around and begin washing her. Sensually rubbing over every inch of her, I revel in the feel of her being so close again. I used to love doing this. Typically, when our hands were on each other, it always turned sexual, but there were times when it was genuinely just for intimacy or, at times, comfort.

“Gah, that feels so good,” Berkley moans.

“It reminds me of our outdoor shower back in Nori.”

She bites her lip. “I’ve thought about that shower more than I should probably admit.”

When we first started dating, it was an easy place to sneak to for some privacy. We experimented a lot in that little shower, unbeknownst to my parents.

I give her an admission of my own. “I haven’t used it since I went to college… I just couldn’t without you. Hell, I barely even took the boat out when I was home in the summer. Everything made me think of you and just miss you even more.”

She wraps her arms around me, fitting her soapy body against mine, and whispers, “I get it. I literally even changed my toothpaste because it was the one you used. We were so intertwined.”

I press a kiss to the top of her hair. “Do you think we can ever find our way back to that?”

My heart thuds powerfully, anticipating what she’ll say.

Berkley’s quiet for longer than I’d like before she whispers, “I’m not sure we ever fully lost it.”

Her words light me up, warming me from the inside out. I know we didn’t lose it, not one bit. Now I just have to keep breaking down her walls and show her we can have it all again, maybe even better than the first time.

I maneuver her body under the water, helping her rinse off the soap.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” she asks, and I can hear the vulnerability in her voice.

“If you leave, I’m coming with you,” I answer without skipping a beat. There’s no way I’m letting her out of my sight after everything that’s gone down tonight.

She giggles. “I’m kind of liking these stalker vibes.”

Then her eyes widen sightly, like she just remembered something.

“Speaking of that. I can’t believe you never told me about seeing me on the boardwalk a few days before we actually met.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, I guess my stalking days started long ago.”

“Well, it’s definitely a turn-on. So, keep it up, Outlaw,” she smirks and lifts onto her tiptoes to press a kiss onto my chest.

We finish up in the shower, and I wrap her in a towel before she even steps out, knowing she hates the cold air.

With heavy eyes, she kisses the corner of my mouth, and then languidly deepens it for a moment before pulling back. I see an emotion in her gaze that I don’t think she allowed me to see before as she asks, “Can you hold me now?”

I nod, taking her hand in mine as I walk toward my bed. As I dry her body off, my chest aches, because the moment takes me back to the day we broke up. But when I look up at her and find her watching me adoringly, I shake the thought away and remind myself that this is the fresh start we needed.

We settle into bed. Her body perfectly molds into the little spoon position she loves, and I realize this is the most at peace I’ve felt in so long. A smile takes over my face as I stare at her, knowing I’ll lie like this for hours tonight. Not wanting to miss a second of her.

Berkley’s body melts further into me as she whispers, “I think I’ve missed this the most.”

I hold on to her a little tighter. “Me too, BB. Me too.”