“The past is the past,” she said softly. “I don’t want to waste another minute dwelling. I want to be in the present with you now.”
She was always beautiful, but the way she’d matured since I’d last seen her was enough to make it feel like our first time all over again. I pushed aside any thoughts I was having about not being able to please her the second she let her arms drop and allowed me to really see her. She was mine. I knew exactly what she liked. What she loved. Seven years might have changed some things, but I was confident that I could still make her body hum with excitement. Instinctively, we knew what each other liked, even time apart couldn’t change that. Being able to touch her again, to kiss her, to hold her, it was the best second chance I’d ever gotten. I would make sure that I never took a single moment with her for granted.
She reached for my shirt and I raised my arms as she slid it up and raised up on the tips of her toes to get it over my head. Her chest pressed against mine, and it took every ounce of control I had not to devour her. Her fingers traced down my chest as her eyes followed the ink that stained my skin. When she placed a soft kiss at the center of my chest, a moan rumbled from deep in my throat urging her exploration of my body. The control that she had was much more than I had myself, so I let her lead. It was a big step for her to come back here tonight.
I wanted to reciprocate, but I was anchored in place as her hands moved to my hips. Her thumbs tucking under the waistband of my pants as she continued to pepper kisses across my chest. Wearing sweats that night was one of the best decisions I made that day as I could easily remove them, but this was her show. I let her continue her slow assault on my senses, enjoying every second. Her mouth seemed innocent—her kisses soft and unrushed. But when her tongue slipped between her pouty pink lips and flicked against my nipple, I knew that her intentions were anything but.
When I just couldn’t take it anymore, my hand tangled in the hair at the back of her neck and pulled her face back up to mine. I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her deeply. My tongue swept between her lips and moved against hers as I walked her backwards towards my bed. Deftly, I unhooked her bra before I tugged it from her body and let it drop to the floor.
There were so many things I wanted to say to her, but showing her how I felt about her seemed to be a more pressing issue. My cock was throbbing and begging to be released as I she sat on the edge of the bed and started to scoot back. Her eyes locked on mine, tempting me to follow her. Before she scooted out of my reach, I grabbed the waist of her pants and pulled them down her long tanned legs, leaving just the scrap of fabric she considered underwear.
“You forgot something,” she said with a mischievous grin, snapping the side of her panties with her fingertips.
“I didn’t forget.” I said lowering my body to the bed to hover above her. My head resting just above her stomach. “I need a reminder to take this slow.” I bit my lip, drinking in the image of her, and looked up to see her anxiously anticipating my next move. “Once those are gone, all bets are off,” I warned.
I began kissing my way up her legs—back and forth between the left and right—until I spotted a small pucker of skin on the inside of her left calf. I pressed my lips to the scar, remembering exactly how she got it. It had been my fault. The first time I’d ever given her a ride on my bike she’d been wearing shorts.
“You remember?” she asked softly.