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Hallie

Rio carries me through all the construction that’s happening in his house and still doesn’t put me down even after we’ve made it to the bedroom.

He kicks the door closed behind us before turning and pinning me against it, his mouth immediately finding mine. There’s nothing soft about this kiss. It’s urgent. It’s needy, and it only becomes more frantic when I tighten my legs around his hips and pull him into me.

I immediately find a bit of needed friction, and so does he, it seems, with the way one of his hands grips my ass, the other slamming flat against the door by my head to keep himself steady.

He rolls into me again, and the movement has my lips falling open and my head dropping back to the door behind me.

“ Fuck ,” he exhales, resting his forehead on my shoulder and looking down to watch us move together. “I could come like this and not even be embarrassed about it.”

Chuckling, I slide my fingers into his hair, working my lips up his neck. “You’re hard already.”

“Mmm,” he moans, fingertips digging into my ass. “That’s a constant when around you, Hal. It’s quite inconvenient.”

I drag my tongue over his lower lip and watch his eyes flutter before I kiss him again. “We should probably take care of that.”

Unwinding my legs, I find the ground, ducking under his arm to move closer to his bed.

Rio leans back against the door, arms crossed over his chest as he watches me toy with the bottom button of the cropped sweater I’m wearing.

He nods towards it. “Take it off.”

And so I do, undoing one button and then the next. Quickly , because I’m eager and ready and I’ve missed this part of us.

He shakes his head. “Slowly, Hallie. It’s been a long time. Let me savor this.”

And dear God the way his eyes are hooded over, the way his bottom lip slips between his teeth as he rakes his gaze up my body. I hope he plans to savor me all night. Over and over again.

I make a whole show of it, slowly undoing each button and letting my sweater open a bit at a time, teasing what’s underneath. My bra isn’t anything special, plain white with a touch of lace over the cups, but Rio is watching me like I’m unwrapping a gift he’s been asking for his entire life and is finally about to get his hands on.

He takes slow steps towards me, green eyes tracking every inch as I give him his own personal striptease. When my sweater opens fully, he wets his lips. When I slip an arm out, his throat bobs with a harsh swallow. When I let the entire thing pool on the floor by my feet, leaving me in only my bra and midi skirt, he stops dead in his tracks.

Rio shakes his head in disbelief and that alone has me standing straighter, shoulders pushed back.

His eyes roam, cataloging every inch of me. He’s seen me naked countless times before, so I’m not sure if he’s looking to see if anything has changed since the last time, or maybe it’s been so long that he doesn’t remember.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs under his breath. “It’s been a long time.”

So, it’s the latter of those two options. But who remembers every little part of a person they had sex with six years ago?

Well, I do, but that’s because I haven’t been with anyone else since him.

“But I still remember everything,” he says.

“It’s been an awfully long time, Rio. Are you sure you’re remembering correctly?”

His brow furrows. “Did you not believe me when I told you I picture you whenever I’m getting myself off? Do you think I made up an image of what I thought you looked like? No. Your body has been ingrained in my mind since I got to see it for the first time when I was nineteen. I remember everything.”

Reaching out, he cups my elbow, his index finger running over a bit of raised skin. “I know you have a scar right here from falling off your bike when you were eleven.”

“Well, I’d hope you remember that. It was your fault. You were going too fast, and I was trying to keep up.”

Chuckling, he wraps his other hand around my hip, running the pad of his thumb over the inner part of my upper thigh. Even though I’m still wearing this satin skirt I can practically feel the warmth of his skin on mine, and it sends a rush of heat about two inches north, right where I wish he were touching me instead.

“I know you have a freckle right here.” He softly strokes that same spot. “That I loved to lick before I tasted the rest of you.”

Jesus.

He steps into me, trailing his lips along my jaw and down my neck until they meet the dip that connects with my shoulder.

“And I know that when I bite right here...” He does exactly that, pulling an instant whimper from my lips. “You’ll make that fucking noise.”

I’m writhing into him with my head thrown back as he kisses a path across my throat and up my jaw until he finds my mouth again.

“So yes, baby, I remember everything. Including all my favorite ways to make you come.” He runs his thumb over the lace of my bra. “I was staring because I can’t get over how innocent you look in white when we both know that you’re not.”

I hum. “That’s your fault too.”

He smiles against my skin, dragging his warm, wet lips over every inch of my neck and collarbone, his thumb still drawing languid strokes against the fabric of my bra, but I want his skin on mine, so I reach back to unclasp it.

But before I can, Rio has his arms around my waist, his hands covering mine to stop me.

There’s an overwhelming sense of déjà vu from the very first time we did this together.

“Are you nervous?” he whispers.

I shake my head no. “Are you?”

“Not even a little bit.”

I softly smile up at him as he draws small circles on my spine, but still he doesn’t undo the clasp.

He watches me for a long moment, toying with the fabric back there, until eventually he pulls his hand away, leaving my bra in place.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

He shakes his head to tell me nothing before reaching over his head to take his shirt off in one fluid motion, tossing it to the floor.

He’s stunning. Tan skin, defined but lean muscles, and ink. Black and sprawling over his left side. And when he doesn’t make a move to touch or kiss me again, I realize he’s waiting for me to look at it in more detail.

There are a few tattoos, and I’d call all of them new because they’re new to me, but I couldn’t tell you what the others are. My attention is fixated on only one.

“Hallie,” Rio says tentatively. “Say something.”

I can’t. I’m speechless. Because how am I supposed to speak when my eyes are glued to what is essentially my last name, tattooed as a heart, inked over his actual heart?

Hesitantly, I reach out, gently running my fingers over the black ink, following the curves and the dip until I stop to cover the overdrawn portion where it was supposed to stop, but never did.

My heart.

His heart, really, when I think about how many times he fixated on my signatures from the mixtapes and CDs I gave him.

It’s my favorite part.

“In case you’re still wondering if I ever forgot about you,” he says softly, “I got this three years ago. Three years after I saw you last.”

“Why?”

“I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that, Hal.”

“Tell me anyway.”

I can’t stop running my fingers over it, pausing at the same point where he used to stop. It’s an exact replica of my handwriting and everything, clearly taken from one of those tapes or CDs.

“Because it’s always been us.” With his knuckle, he tilts my chin up so I look at him. “Even when I thought I didn’t want it to be, I knew it was us. I sat there getting this permanently inked onto my skin, trying to convince myself I was only getting it as a reminder that love existed when the whole fucking time, I knew it only existed with you.”

Well... shit .

His complete and utter honesty has my lips falling open. It has my heart racing and my skin heating.

I didn’t know being someone’s everything could be such a turn-on.

I run my fingers down, brushing over his ribs and abs, tracing the lines of that V that may as well be a road map to his dick. I unclasp his pants, unzip the fly, and push them over his stupidly perfect ass, past his thick thighs, until they’re pooling at the floor.

He kicks himself out of them, fingers pushing my hair out of my face. “You like hearing that?”

Nodding, I lean in and kiss him, dragging my lips over his jaw and down his neck, working a path over his chest as I begin to kneel.

“Wait, Hal. I want to take care of you first.”

Shaking my head, I continue to drop, brushing my lips over my tattoo before I’m too low.

“ Fuck ,” he exhales, tossing his head back.

I use his thighs to hold on to, looking up at him, and really playing up that whole doe-eyed thing.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “You look so pretty on your knees.”

“Is this what you picture when you’re getting yourself off?”

He nods, eyes trailing all over my face and body, hand running languidly through my hair. “You look like an angel in white, but the way your tits are propped up right now is downright sinful.”

Squirming, I push my knees together, searching for a bit of friction.

He was always fantastic at giving affirmations, so it’s not surprising to hear them. The guy could hardly go through his normal everyday life without praising me for something. But it’s been so long since I’ve heard it, I almost forgot what it felt like to glow under his encouragement.

As a reward, I push my skirt down over my hips to let him see a peek of my matching white panties.

“Fuck me, Hal. Take that skirt all the way off. I want to watch how wet you get when you put my cock down your throat.”

And so I do as I’m told, slipping my skirt down over my thighs and past my knees, before tossing it to join the rest of our discarded clothes.

Running my hands over his stomach, I toy with the waistband of his boxer briefs, watching his muscles bunch in anticipation. Rio keeps running his hand over my hair, moving it out of the way as he waits.

Bracing my hands on his thick thighs, I lean in and press my lips to the bulge in front of me, right over his boxer briefs.

He hums in approval. “Tease.”

I can’t help but smile at that because I have about six years of teasing to do. He wants to savor tonight? Oh, we can savor it all right.

Fingers slipping into his waistband, I pull them down only an inch, letting the tip of his cock slip out.

I lightly kiss that too.

“Fuck, Hallie.”

The torture in his tone sounds like music to my ears so I decide to twirl my tongue over the head and see what kinds of noises I can earn from that.

It’s the most desperate whimper I’ve ever heard.

“Are you punishing me, baby?”

I look up, put on my most innocent expression, and nod.

“Fair.” His chest is moving rapidly with ragged breaths. “I’ll happily take this punishment.”

Pulling his briefs down another inch, I flick the underside of his crown with my tongue.

His legs are already trembling. His abdomen muscles are already spasming. The hold he has on my hair gives my scalp a delicious burn.

“I should warn you, Hallie, there’s a good chance that I’m going to come in your mouth as soon as you wrap your lips around me. It’s been too long.”

I smile against him, swirling my tongue around the head again.

“You want me to come too quickly, don’t you? You want to see how fucking weak I am when it comes to you?”

Nodding, I kiss a path down his cock.

I’d just like to remind him, is all. That regardless of what he’s done with anyone else over the last six years, I was his first and I fully plan on being his last. That even though I had no idea what I was doing the first time, I learned how to give a proper blow job by giving them to him. I, better than anyone, know what he likes. I learned his tells. I learned his sounds.

And I haven’t forgotten any of it.

I pull his briefs down the rest of the way, letting his cock spring free in front of me. He’s as blessed as I remember him being and though I was recently reminded of his size when I saw him fucking his fist in the shower, it’s a whole different reminder when you’re on your knees, trying to remember how you’re going to breathe when he fills your mouth.

I tease him by licking a slow path up his shaft, circling the tip with my tongue before wrapping my lips around him and gliding them down until his crown hits the back of my throat.

“Goddamn,” he breathes like a sigh of relief, fingers tightening in my hair. “That’s it.”

Pulling back, I use my lips to stroke him, twisting my hand on the remainder of his shaft. I continue to work him in my mouth, quickly finding a familiar rhythm.

His breathing is labored, coming out in short spurts.

“So much.” He loses his words for a second. “So much better than I’ve been imagining.”

I continue sucking and swirling, humming around his length, and I can almost see the vibration tremble through his entire body.

“Careful, Hal. I need to make this last. I need to get inside of you at least once before this is over.”

I don’t slow down at all.

He looks insane from this view. Big and strong, but weak when it comes to me. He throws his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, and there’s something about knowing that I still have this power over him that has me shifting and moving, trying to find friction between my legs.

“You need to touch yourself?”

I quickly nod as saliva pools around the corners of my lips.

“Put your fingers on your clit.”

Eyes fluttering, I meet his gaze.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good until I can.”

Shifting, I make sure he can fully see me from his view before I use one hand to run over the waistband of my panties, the other continuing to twist and stroke him with my mouth.

I trail my fingers over the fabric, right over my sensitive clit, before tugging them up, using the friction to my advantage, while also showing him.

“Jesus,” he murmurs. “You’re soaked, Hallie baby. Is that all from having me in your mouth?”

I agree, creating tight little circles right over my clit for him to see. I run my middle finger over my seam, watching the way he’s completely mesmerized by it.

“Let me see that.”

As I hold my finger up, he takes it, slipping it into his mouth and sucking it clean with this growl of satisfaction. My eyes go wide at the sight, because holy shit . And more heat pools low in my core when he licks his lips to make sure he gets all of it.

His cock is still in my mouth, so I try to refocus on that, but all I can do is stare at him, noting the feral hunger on his face.

“I need to touch you,” he says, standing over me.

But because he can’t, I decide to touch him, reaching down and cupping his balls.

He falls forward, jerking in my mouth, his legs starting to shake before he tugs my hair to pull my mouth off him.

Looking up, I smile. Big and wide and not at all innocent.

“What happened to making this last?” he asks between labored breaths.

“We have all night to make this last.”

He tilts my head back so he can kiss me, tongue drawing a path over my lower lip. “Do you want me to come in your mouth? Is that what you’re saying?”

I nod eagerly.

He smiles against my lips, kissing me one more time.

Standing straight, he cups the back of my head with one hand, gathering my short hair there, before he uses the other to guide his cock back into my mouth.

“Then do it,” he says. “Make me come, baby.”

Holding my head in place, he rocks his hips into me.

With my hands free, I take the opportunity to touch him. Running over his cut thighs, over his ass, nails raking against his skin. He sets a punishing pace, and it doesn’t take long before his thrusts turn sloppy, his hips jerking without restraint.

He’s close. I can tell by the way he’s breathing. By the sounds he’s making. By the lack of control he has over his own body.

“Gonna come,” is all he says as his grip on the back of my head loosens, giving me the opportunity to pull away.

But I don’t. I pull his hips into me, feeling his tip pierce the back of my throat before I swallow around it.

“ Fuck , Hallie,” he cries out, throwing his head back.

His eyes screw shut, his fingers grip my hair, his hips jerk and twitch as he starts to come down my throat. He keeps coming, holding me steady, and I just watch, fascinated by him. Fascinated by what I can still do to him.

Once his muscles relax and his body uncoils itself, his grip on me loosens. Slowly, he pulls himself out of my mouth.

I wait until those hooded eyes are on me before I make a show of it and swallow.

He shakes his head in disbelief.

“So good.” Rio crouches his naked body, making himself eye level with me. “But I haven’t had sex in a long time. We probably should’ve started slower than that because I don’t know how I’m ever going to recover from this.”

I chuckle, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You’re telling me.”

He grabs my ass, picking me up and carrying me to the bed. Protecting my head, he lays me back before draping his fully naked body on top of mine, pressing me into the mattress. We’re chest to chest. My legs are open around him. And I’m so sensitive, so needy right now, that I can’t help but lift my hips and grind myself into his still partially hard cock.

He plants a hand on my hip, keeping me from moving as he looks down at me, his eyes bouncing between mine. “I don’t think you get what I’m trying to say. I haven’t had sex in a long time.”

It’s the exact same sentence he already said, but the speed with which he repeats it tells me there’s an open door to ask.

I’m cautious though, because most of me doesn’t want to know the answer. “How long is a long time?”

He cradles my jaw, his thumb stroking over my cheekbone, and while his eyes are boring into mine, I look away, hoping I can keep my reaction neutral if I don’t have to see his face when he says it.

“Six years.”

My eyes shoot to his.

“I’ve only ever been with you.”