Danny pulls away from my breast as he brings his finger back between my legs, driving into me hard and deep, making me cry out. “God…you’re so wet, Sam. It’s killing me not to fuck you right now. I want you so much.”
“Then take me,” I say, voice strained. “Please.”
“I have a question first,” he says, flicking his tongue across my erect nipple, making me moan as another wave of desire flows from my nipple to fist around my womb. “Do you wish we’d taken a break to see other people, the way your mom kept saying we should back in high school?”
“No,” I say, squirming as he captures my other nipple between his finger and thumb and begins to roll it in mind-muddying circles. “Oh God, Danny, please, I need you.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, continuing his erotic torture. “You don’t wish you’d been with someone else? Just to know what it was like?”
I suck in a breath as I capture his face in my hands urging him to look at me until he finally abandons my nipple and meets my gaze. “Why?” I ask, pulse racing as I imagine what might have spurred this question. “Were you…with someone else?”
“Hell, no,” he says with a passion that crushes my fear. “You’re the only one I want.”
“And you’re the only one I want,” I say, breath rushing out with relief. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to be with like this. I can’t imagine anything better than the way you make me feel.”
My tongue slips out to dampen my lips as tears fill my eyes. “You’re the only person I want to make love to for the rest of my life. Don’t you know that?”
“I do,” he says, gaze softening, until he’s looking at me the same way he looked at me the first time we were together, like something so beautiful he can barely believe I’m real. “I just don’t understand what’s been going on. I feel like you’ve been pushing me away for months.”
“I’m not pushing you away now,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist, making him groan as his cock comes in contact with where I’m so hot and wet. “Let’s forget the past five months. Let’s be you and me again, okay? Please, Danny,” I beg, fighting tears. “Let’s just be you and me.”
“Always.” He threads his fingers into my hair, lifting my head off the pillow as he kisses me with enough passion to make that one word a promise as sacred as any wedding vow.
Moments later, he’s pushing inside me with one long, slow, soulful stroke, his thickness spearing through my aroused flesh, stretching me wide, filling every inch, sending a wave of relief coursing through me as he comes to a stop and holds still deep inside.
It feels so good, so right.
I can’t believe I went without him for so long. I can’t believe I was afraid.
There is nothing in making love to Danny to remind me of dark things. There is only light and love and pleasure so sharp and sweet I’m halfway there by the time he thrusts into me a second time, grinding his pelvis into the bundle of nerves at the top of me. I could come in a heartbeat, but instead I suck in a deep breath and fight the pleasure building inside. I don’t want to go just yet, I want this to last. I want to remember every moment, imprint it on my brain for times when I’m stupid enough to forget how amazing Danny and I are together.
“God, Sam, you’re so perfect,” Danny says, lifting up on his arms as he strokes deeper, giving me a clear view of his stunning chest and the way his abdominal muscles ripple as he thrusts inside me. “You feel so fucking good. I’ve missed you so much.”
“Yes, yes,” I chant in agreement, digging my fingernails into the thick muscles of his ass, pulling him closer with every thrust, feeling like I’ll never get close enough. “Don’t ever leave, babe. Don’t ever leave.”
“Never,” he promises as his thrusts grow faster until he’s riding me hard and we’re both moaning low in our throats each time we come together.
I cling to him, fighting to hold back as ecstasy crests inside me, but this time there’s no keeping it at bay. I come with a blissed-out cry, eyes squeezing shut and stars dancing in the blackness behind my lids.
Moments later Danny joins me, hips jerking one last time before I feel his cock begin to pulse. I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him tight, relishing the heavy weight of him as he relaxes on top of me, catching his breath.
“Love you,” I whisper into his ear before I press a soft kiss to his earlobe.