"Melissa," he muttered, then he curled his hand in my hair and dragged my face to his until his mouth collided with mine. "Melissa," he said again as his lips met mine, sending a sizzle of heat through me.
"Yes," I hissed, and then he was lowering himself over me, the full weight of his body pressed against my stomach, my breasts. His knees braced on either side of mine.
I closed my eyes, trying to memorize the feeling of his body. The roughness of his stubble as he kissed me. The smooth contour of his muscles. The heat of his flesh.
One more night.
I shoved aside the melancholy threatening to take hold and grabbed onto the need instead. "Robbie," I whispered his name and dragged my nails along his sides, feeling every little ridge of his ribs, the “V” just above his waist, only pausing when I remembered.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You must be sore and--”
"Don’t even think about stopping," he murmured, cupping my jaw in his hand before laying me low with another searing kiss.
I couldn’t believe it was happening. Not really. Not just that we were together again. On some strange, mystical level, I could get my head around our reunion. But what was so impossible to understand was how perfect it felt. How, in his arms, it was as though no time had passed between us at all. Like nothing had ever gone wrong.
Like I was whole and happy and complete again.
“I want you,” I whispered as he trailed a line of kisses down my neck.
He stopped at my collarbone, licking the sensitive hollow there, before he looked up. “And what is it exactly that you want, beautiful?”
I shivered. “I want…I want you inside me.”
I bit my bottom lip and spread my legs wider as he rubbed his swollen cock against my core. With one hand, he gripped his shaft and circled my clit, his gaze raking over me as he went.
“You’re so fucking incredible. Your body…” He eyes raked over my breasts and lower, before returning up to meet my gaze. “Everything about you,” he said, and I shivered again. “Didn’t think it was possible but all of this…us…you…it’s better than I remembered.”
I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat, nearly overcome with emotion, until he reared back and slowly pushed the thick head of his cock into me.
“Ah, jesus,” he groaned, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes closed. “So good, Melissa. So damned good.”
I wanted to reply, but I had no breath left in me. I was suspended in some sort of pleasure purgatory, one move from coming so hard that I wondered if I’d ever recover.
This was why he’d been my first. This was why he’d been my only. I’d never felt this with anyone else, and knew in my heart I never would.
My vision blurred as he worked himself inside me, inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt. I groaned as my body stretched to accommodate him, but with every second my heart thrummed louder and faster, and the urge to roll my hips became stronger. The second I did, I knew I’d be a goner. It would be all over. But damn if I could help it.
“Please, Robbie,” I muttered, tossing my head back and forth as I strained toward him.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, before thrusting into me, gripping my hips as he filled me.
All at once, our reunion was everything and nothing like I’d imagined. The passion, the heat was there, but it was tempered and fed by something deeper, something I couldn’t put a name to. It was as if Robbie knew everything I wanted, everything I needed before I could say a word. He was a man, no longer a boy, and I was a woman.
The bittersweetness of it all was almost too much to bear.
But then he was there, thrusting deep, working his cock in and out in long, deep strokes. I met him thrust for thrust, his tongue tangling with mine as we drove each other to the edge of sanity.
“I need you,” I rasped, “I need you.”
“I’m yours.”
And he was.
For tonight, for this moment, Robbie was mine again, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, needing him to know what that meant to me. Needing him to need me just as much—in that bone-deep way that I couldn’t shake even if I’d tried.
He lowered his mouth to my breast and sucked my nipple, rolling his tongue around in mind-melting circles. I ran my hand over his shorn hair, urging him to suck longer, harder, but I needn’t have worried. Robbie knew what I needed better than I did.
Which, of course, was why he pulled back to allow me to see the full expanse of his sculpted chest, beautiful chest. Why he dipped his fingers between my legs and rolled his thumb over my aching clit. Why he pushed into me so hard and deep that I could hardly breathe.
With every stroke, every touch, I was getting closer, climbing higher, and he knew it. He was teasing me, coaxing my fire until it erupted into an inferno.
“Come for me.”
“Say my name,” I urged, my body already quivering from the effort of holding back.