She rolled her eyes. “Continue doing what we were … doing.”
“Mm. Making you cum as many times as I want?” I took her hand and put it against my cock, still hidden beneath the fabric of my pants. Her eyes widened. “That’s right. That’s how ready I am for you.”
“Were you hard … when I was crying?” she demanded, staring at me for a handful of long seconds before bursting into laughter. “That’s messed up, Misha.”
“I can’t help myself, malysh. I want you. It’s been a while for me too.”
“Years?” She looked at me with doubt, and that was it. I made the decision to make her forget about all these insecurities once and for all.
“The only thing that matters now is you and me … right here, right now.”
I took her dress off and reached around her while kissing her to unclasp her bra, freeing her gorgeous breasts for our mutual enjoyment. They were so much fuller than I remembered, and they suited the rest of her body perfectly. I took a deliciously peaked nipple in my mouth just to hear her moan. I could live on the sounds she made alone for the rest of my life, I was convinced. Sadie just fucking did it for me. I didn’t need any other sources of sustenance.
We might’ve been little more than kids when we first fell in bed together, but this time, I was more than prepared. It didn’t matter that Sadie was amply wet from oral. I reached to the nightstand beside the bed and slicked up my fingers with the bottle of lube I’d asked for. I carefully laid out a condom even as I stroked her with my slick fingers.
Sadie was so gorgeous. She was still loose and ready from her first orgasm. Just a handful of thrusts from my fingers was all it took for her to draw up her knees, spread her legs, and watch me with half-lidded eyes.
“You’re loving this,” I observed, shedding my pants and rolling the condom over my painfully hard length.
“Love this,” she agreed, lax and happy and ready for more.
She was just as tight as I remembered. I would've been lying if I’d said I hadn’t thought about how her having three kids would change things. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. The only thing that was worth a thought was that we were here together. Now. That it was better than the memories I still clung to.
“Perfect,” I said, hooking her legs over my shoulders. “You’re so perfect for me, malysh.”
“Yes,” she agreed, and I grinned, remembering just how out of it she’d been that first time, fucked out and gorgeous.
I wanted to make her lose her mind with pleasure again — then remind her that I was the cause.
I struck a cloying, teasing rhythm, leaving my cock mostly inside her and pumping my hips. I timed it with my fingers against her clit, watching as her eyes rolled back and she lost a little more of herself.
I’d give it all back. I just wanted to drink her in for a little while.
But four years was four years. I needed this. Needed her. And as much as I hated it, I needed the release.
“Cum for me, Sadie,” I told her, watching her eyes flicker and widen in something like excited panic as I stroked her and then leveraged into her in earnest, withdrawing almost completely before slamming home again. I was thankful for the privacy of the penthouse as she shrieked her release. I didn’t even care about the noises I was making — she more than drowned me out — as her body tightened around me and I couldn’t hold off anymore.
“So good,” she whimpered as I slipped out of her and tossed the condom aside.
“You’re so good,” I told her, pulling the covers over us.
I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to stay awake and enjoy every second of this time with Sadie. The quiet rise and fall of her chest. The puffs of her breath. The way her curls splayed out over the surface of the pillow.
But I couldn’t fight it forever. I curled up around her, memorizing the way her shape fit against mine, and slept.
* * *
I awoke suddenly at the brightening of one of the room’s lights — and Sadie’s hissed curse. I patted the mattress beside me to be sure, but it was empty.
“Don’t go.” I might’ve still been jet-lagged from all the travel I’d been doing, but not enough to miss the sight of Sadie about to leave me in my hotel room.
“I have to, Misha.”
“You just got here.”
“You just got here,” she corrected. “I’ve been here all along. And I need to go. My mom’s been watching my kids all night. She deserves a break, and I want to be there by the time they’re awake.”
I tried not to scowl, but judging by Sadie’s exasperated sigh, I didn’t do a very good job of it.