“Lie back on the bed.” I reach to the nightstand and grab a condom, and within seconds, I’m sheathed and ready to devour her. Placing my knees on the bed, I crawl to her and settle between her thighs.
“This is my first time. I mean, not really, but… I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be nervous. If you want me to stop, just tell me. There are no expectations here.”
“What if I’m bad at it?”
“You’re not.” I tap the side of my head, letting her know I remember.
“That was the old me. What if the new me isn’t?”
“You’re still you, Laney. You’re the same vibrant, gorgeous, loving girl who stole my heart all those years ago. You might be missing a few of the pieces of what made you that way, but you’re still you. My heart still beats for you.”
“Have you always been a sweet talker?”
I chuckle. “Only with you.”
“Slow. I think I’d like you slow.”
“Anything you want, beautiful.” Resting my weight on my elbows on either side of her head, I push her hair out of her eyes. “If at any time you want me to stop, just say the word.” She nods. I align my cock with her pussy and push in—slowly, an inch at a time, giving her time to get used to my size. “It’s been too long,” I whisper. My lips find hers and I get lost in her.
“More,” she mumbles against my lips. “I need more.”
I push in further and bite down on my cheek. She feels too fucking good. “I missed you.”
“There was really no one else?”
“No. I tried a few times. I’m not going to lie. I wanted to get over you. I foolishly thought that would help, but I could never go through with it. Not when you were all I could see.”
She moves her hand to rest over my heart. “You have a great big heart in that chest of yours, Kenton Baldwin.”
“It’s tied up,” I confess. “There’s this girl, blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a body that could bring a man to his knees. She got her hooks in me a few years ago, and never let go, and now—” I kiss her because I want to and because I can. “There’s this other girl, cute as hell, big blue eyes like her momma, and dark hair like her daddy. Like me. She’s following in her momma’s footsteps.”
Her eyes well with tears. “I’m so happy we found you.”
“Me too, baby.” I slide all the way in, and my eyes roll back in my head. My head falls and I bury it in her neck, breathing her in. I relish the feel of her body surrounding mine, her warmth, and her embrace.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders, hugging me tightly. “Are you okay?” she murmurs.
“I’m just memorizing this moment. I never thought I’d be here again with you, and now that I am, I’m taking the time to savor it. To savor you. I didn’t do that enough before. We were always sneaking in time before your parents needed you home. Your mom kept you busy to keep you away from me.”
Her legs lock behind my ass, and her arms tighten around my shoulders. “Make love to me, Kenton.”
So I do.
Slowly, I glide in and out—over and over again, all while staring into her eyes. The connection we share is deep. It’s rooted in our souls, and I know her body remembers as she takes me inside her. Her mind might not know me, but her body does. We’re in perfect sync. With every thrust, every touch, every kiss, we come together like a beautiful song.
Time passes by as we get lost in each other.
Kiss after kiss.
Touch after touch.
I can’t get enough of her. I never want this moment to end. “Never again, Laney. I can never lose you again.”
“Never.” Her body tightens around me. She calls out my name, and I’m done. I can’t hold on any longer as I spill over inside her, filling the condom that separates us.
My forehead rests against hers until I can catch my breath. I then slowly ease myself from her body and climb out of bed. I rush toward the bathroom, toss the condom in the trash, and grab a washcloth to clean us up with. I know it’s not her first time, but in a way, it is, and I need to show her what she means to me by taking care of her. It’s my job to take care of her, and I will forever and always.
After cleaning us both up, I toss the washcloth into the hamper and crawl back into bed. I open my arms for her and she comes willingly, resting her head on my chest. My hand traces her spine as we enjoy this moment.
“What are you thinking about?”