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Rio

I can’t tell what’s going through her head. Her eyes are wider than I’ve ever seen them. Her lips are parted slightly.

I push her hair away from her face. “What are you thinking, Hallie?”

She’s quiet for a moment and I try not to focus on how fucking stunning she is, lying underneath me, tits perched up against my chest, pussy lined up perfectly with my cock. I’m attempting to be a gentleman and give her a moment if she needs to freak out after realizing how utterly gone I’ve been for her for the last fifteen years of my life.

She shakes her head. “That can’t be true.”

“Oh, I can promise you, it is. I’m practically a born-again virgin at this point, so if you can do me a favor and deflower me again, that’d be great.”

Okay, well, that didn’t work. I’m trying to make light of the situation, but I just used the word deflower in a sentence, and she’s still lying there in utter disbelief.

“But you said you’ve been dating all this time.”

“I’ve been on dates. First dates that don’t lead to a second.” I laugh at myself again. “I haven’t even kissed someone else.”

She shakes her head again. “Why?”

“Do you realize how unfair it’d be if I actually got in a relationship with someone else? When all I think about is you? When I compared every person to you? There was no comparison to you.”

“Rio.”

I wait for her to say something else, but she doesn’t. I wait for the shock to pass, but it won’t.

Then suddenly, those wide hazel eyes looking up at me in disbelief begin to gloss over.

“Hey,” I say softly but urgently. “Hallie, baby, don’t cry.”

This is not at all the reaction I was expecting. I kind of thought she’d tease me a little bit before putting me out of my misery. But then I realize that me telling her this might not be reassuring. It might make her feel bad that I waited for her, but she didn’t do the same. But I would never expect her to wait, especially after I ended things the way I did.

“Hallie.” I wipe away a rogue tear that falls out of the corner of her eye. “There’s no need to cry about this. I would never expect you to wait for me.”

“But I did.”

I rear back slightly, my thumb halting mid-stroke of her cheek. “No, you didn’t.”

She huffs a laugh, but it sounds as shocked and startled as I feel. “I’ve only ever been with you.”

“Why?”

“Why did you wait?” she counters.

Because I’ve only ever wanted to be with you.

My own answer hits me square in the chest, knowing her sentiment is the same.

She’s not crying anymore. Now she’s laughing, her head falling back to the pillow behind her while I’m lying on top of her completely naked and in shock.

I’m such a goddamn idiot for staying away as long as I did.

“What the hell is wrong with us?” I ask, somewhat rhetorically.

“I have no fucking clue.” She can’t stop laughing and apparently, it’s contagious because now I’m laughing too.

I hide my face in the crook of her neck, and she wraps her hand around my back and it feels good. It feels good to be able to laugh with each other instead of regretting the time lost. What else are we going to do about it now other than laugh at our own stubbornness?

She bends her knee at my side, and I palm it, running my hand down the length of her thigh.

“What are you thinking?”

She’s got this brilliant smile on her lips, those hazel eyes now clear and sparkling.

“I’m thinking...” She runs her fingers over my ribs, and I can’t get over how fucking unreal it feels to have her touching me again. “I’m thinking that you should probably fuck me now. I’ve been awfully patient.”

She has been. And realistically, I could go again already. I’m not going to lie, I got pretty fucking turned on hearing that she waited for me, but between that incredible blow job and the whole shower thing, she’s gotten me off twice before I’ve even given her one, if we’re not counting that phone call.

“I’ve got some work to put in first,” I say against her lips, leaning in to kiss her.

There’s nothing fumbling or frantic about this kiss. It’s soft and languid, taking our time as our bodies move together. Reaching between her and the mattress, I unclasp her bra, pulling it off her and tossing it to the floor.

Perfect fucking tits on full display, as they should be.

I take a handful and squeeze, circling my thumb over her nipple before I pinch it between my fingers, memorizing every little sound that comes out of her mouth.

“I want you inside of me,” she breathes.

Fuck me , those words alone could make me come again, which only acts as a reminder I need to take care of her at least once before I do. I create a path, licking and kissing down her neck and chest before taking one nipple in my mouth and flicking it with my tongue.

“ Yes ,” she hisses, arching into me. “More of that.”

I do as I’m told, moving to the other to give equal attention. I swirl and flick, offering her a preview of exactly what I’m about to do to another part of her, before I work my way down her stomach. Kissing her soft skin. Gently biting when I can’t resist. And when I’m lying all the way between her legs, I don’t stop, continuing to lick a line straight down her already-soaked panties.

“Fuck,” she cries. “More, please.”

“Such good manners, baby. But you don’t have to say please. You tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

I smile against her, rolling my tongue in a stiff circle over her clit. Her head is thrown back, her fingers gripping the sheets at her sides.

“I will, but tell me what you want before I do that.”

She’s so fucking sensitive, so responsive, that when I take the waistband of her underwear between my teeth and let it snap back against her skin, she’s trembling.

“I want you to take those off of me and lick me until I come.”

“There we go.”

I stand from the bed, between her legs. My cock is already hard again, proudly pointing right at her. She’s got her eyes fixated on it, licking her lips, so I give it a couple of tugs, working my fist over myself.

“Don’t tease me, DeLuca. It’s my turn. Get on your knees and get to work.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Chuckling, I shake my head at her, pulling her underwear down her legs and tossing it to the side.

There’s not a shy bone in her body when she bends her knees and widens her legs, letting me get a proper view of her.

I groan at the sight, all swollen and wet. “Goddamn, baby, I love your body.”

She hums under the praise. “I was just thinking how much I love yours.”

“It’s a little different from the last time you saw me naked, huh?”

I would almost call my old body scrawny compared to the build I’ve earned over the last six years. I run a hand over my chest and stomach, bringing her attention to some of the things that have changed.

She shakes her head. “I loved that one too.”

Dear God, I’m obsessed with her.

How rare to find someone who understands and appreciates you for exactly who you are at each phase of your life. She liked me before anyone else ever did. She saw my potential when I couldn’t. She doesn’t give a shit about my job and that alone is refreshing. Fuck, she’s the reason I’m even playing hockey. If it wasn’t for her encouragement all those years ago, I would’ve quit a long time ago.

Sinking to my knees, I hook my hands around her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed to show her just how appreciative I can be. But I have to give myself a moment to get my shit together because being this close to her, smelling her, knowing I’m finally about to taste her again, I could easily lose any restraint I’m pretending to have.

“You’re soaking, Hallie.”

She nods to herself, squirming against the bed.

“Do you need me to take care of this for you?”

“Pl—” She stops herself from being polite. “Yes.”

I hold her legs down, spreading her wide, and my eyes fall to that little freckle on the inside of her thigh.

I lick it and Hallie bucks off the bed.

“So sensitive.”

She whimpers.

I can’t help myself from groaning like a starved man when I lick a long path over her center, swirling around her clit. A desperate sound escapes her before one hand slaps over her mouth, the other fisted in the sheets.

“Take your hand away.”

“I’m too loud.”

“I don’t give a fuck. This is my house. We aren’t hiding shit here. Scream all you want. I want to hear what I’m doing to you.”

She takes her hand away, so I give her clit another flick with my tongue to see if she puts it back.

“Good girl,” I praise when she doesn’t. Instead, she cries this sweet little sound that goes straight to my cock.

Hallie lifts her hips, bucking and rolling, seeking my mouth.

So I give it to her, latching onto her perfect fucking pussy, sucking her clit before rolling over it with my tongue in a way I know she loves. It doesn’t matter that it’s been six years since I’ve done this. It quickly comes back to me. My body knows her body almost better than my own.

The noises coming out of this woman’s mouth are going to haunt me in my dreams in the best way possible. I’ll be adding this soundtrack when I’m on the road again and back to fucking my own fist.

I do this thing with my tongue that I remember always drove her mad. It has her tightening her thighs around me as a tremor runs through her body.

“You know exactly what I like. That’s so good, Rio.”

Hearing her say my name while like this has my balls unexpectedly tightening. I quickly grasp the base of my dick, needing to slow myself down, focusing all my attention on making sure I don’t come again.

Her tits are heaving when she perches up on her elbows to look down at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Almost came from you saying my name.”

She gets this satisfied smirk on her lips.

“Don’t get so cocky, love. If you make me come again, you’re going to have to wait that much longer until I can fuck you.”

She shrugs casually, lying back down. “I know of some ways you can pass the time.”

Damn. I missed her. I missed everything about her.

I bury my face between her legs again, letting her know just how badly I’ve been missing her. I concentrate on her clit, because I know that’s what she likes the most, while circling her entrance with my fingers, coating myself in her before I sink them inside.

“ Yes . Yes. Oh God,” she cries, fingers pinching her nipples. “So close.”

I brush my fingertips forward, teasing her front wall, and just like that, she’s tightening around them, her entire body contracting as she comes on my fingers and tongue.

I don’t stop, letting her ride it out, and goddamn is she stunning while she does. She’s practically levitating off the bed, her nipples tight as she teases them, her hips erratically bucking against my face.

When she settles back onto the mattress, she’s still spasming around my fingers and it takes a moment for me to slowly ease them out.

Flushed cheeks and chest. Glistening pussy. Perfectly fucking wrecked.

I climb my naked body right on top of hers, kissing a path up her heated skin. “Tell me what else you want, Hal.”

She’s completely dazed, living in that post-orgasm fog when she says, “Everything.”

And that’s exactly what I plan on giving her. For a lot longer than tonight.

Slipping an arm under her body, I take her with me when I pull myself to sit up against the headboard. With my legs sprawled out in front of me, taking up most of the bed, Hallie straddles my lap.

“Shit,” I hiss from the blinding bliss when she scoots closer, sliding her pussy over my very ready and equally willing cock. “You’re so fucking warm, Hal. So goddamn wet.”

I run my hands over her thighs, still not fully convinced she’s here, that this is happening, and that I somehow got so lucky to find her again.

Hallie brackets my face, bringing my attention to her, and just like that, the tone in the room shifts completely. It’s still charged, but sweet and heavy, like we both know what we’re about to do isn’t as simple as calling it sex.

She runs her thumbs over my cheeks, her hazel eyes boring into mine. “I missed you so much.”

Those words have my heart lurching in a way I forgot it could.

“You’re everything to me, Hallie. I’ve been addicted to you since I was a kid, and clearly nothing has changed. I don’t want to be without you again.”

She shakes her head to tell me we won’t be, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on my lips before resting her forehead on mine.

“Condom. Nightstand.”

She chuckles but doesn’t make a move for one. “And how old are those?”

“I bought them a couple of months ago. Just in case.”

“How forward-thinking of you,” she teases. “But we don’t need them. I got back on birth control.”

I smooth my hands down her spine. “And when did you do that?”

“A couple of months ago. Just in case.”

“Hmm,” I hum. “I think that was around the time you threw me a middle finger and told me to go fuck myself.”

“Yeah, and you deserved it.”

I huff a laugh because yeah... I did deserve it. I probably still deserve it, but I’m trying to not think about that while I have her naked and sitting on my lap.

Her hips start moving again, running over my length.

“Put me inside you and let me watch you do it.”

She moans at my words, her hips circling over me, and I’m sitting here fucking dying in anticipation. She lifts on her knees, taking my cock and running it over her core, coating me in her.

“You’re killing me.” I throw my head back to the headboard behind me. “Keep doing it.”

So she does, running herself over me, using her hand to stroke me in tandem. She taps the head of my cock against her clit, and it’s a maddening tease, but that’s nothing in comparison to when she lines me up with her entrance and sinks down only a centimeter or two.

It’s as if time stands still in that moment, like it’s the last-second reminder that we’re putting the past behind us and moving forward.

Hallie checks on me. I check on her.

Her legs are trembling from holding herself in place without sinking down, so I wrap an arm around her waist to hold her up, so she doesn’t have to. Then I lean in and kiss her collarbone before slowly lifting my hips.

I only go in an inch or so, letting her adjust slowly.

I try to focus on the way her pupils are blown out, on the way she can hardly catch her breath. But so much of my attention is locked in on how fucking unreal she feels.

“So good, baby,” I praise. “You’re doing so good.”

She reaches behind me, bracing her hands on the headboard to give herself leverage. “I have to go slow.”

“Take your time. You already feel incredible.”

I run a hand over her hips until my thumb grazes over her clit.

She moans, sinking down another inch.

“Good girl, Hal. Just like that.”

Cupping the back of her head, I pull her down to kiss me.

It’s hot, the way her tongue slips into the mouth when she drops another inch. The way she scratches the skin of my chest when she takes another.

But when she fully sits, letting me sink inside her... holy hell . There are no words to describe that.

Neither of us moves as we try to catch our breath. I hold her tightly to me, allowing her to get her bearings.

“Are you okay?” I ask quietly.

She nods, lifting her face away from me to smile. “Perfect.”

She rocks her hips forward, rubbing her clit against my pelvis. “That’s it,” I encourage. “Use me, Hallie. Make yourself feel good.”

She rocks back and forth in little motions, and it doesn’t take long before I can tell she’s close again. Which is for the best, because I know I’m not going to last long. As if we were thinking the same thing, she lifts up and drops back down, giving me the green light to go.

Two hands on her ass, I hold her in place as I push up into her, fucking her from underneath. I work us together, our sweat-slicked bodies clinging to one another. She latches her lips on my neck as the room fills with the sounds of slapping, wet skin, and I suck on her nipples as she adds her pretty little moans into the mix.

I give her a chance to take over. Her tits bounce as she rides me and for a moment, I lean my head back and watch. My perfect fucking girl. She’s always been my perfect girl.

“You know exactly what I like, baby. You’ve always known what I like.”

She whimpers.

“Do you know what else I like?”

She nods frantically. “When I come while you’re inside of me.”

Jesus. Hearing her say it out loud puts me that much closer to the edge.

“Can you do that for me?”

She’s a panting mess, her lips finding mine again. “I think I’m...”

I know she is. She’s tightening around me, so I don’t change anything. I do exactly what I’m already doing until her hips stutter and stomach pulls taut, falling completely apart on me.

It might be the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her. Untethered. Undone.

Mine.

And the realization that I may have gotten so lucky that, for the second time in my life, she may actually be mine, has me coming with her. I spill into her while chanting her name like a fucking prayer against her lips.

Which is fitting, because she feels like my answered prayer.

And as we come down together, I make sure to tell her that.