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“I’ll stay with you whether you want to have sex right now or not. You know that right?”

“I know.” The butterflies in my stomach swoop en masse. “But thanks for saying so. Do you have a condom?”

He hesitates.

“Yes, Ed. Yes again and again.”

And the man is still not moving.

“Would you like me to write it down?”

“I am apparently still shit at saying no to you,” he grumbles. “You get me with those beautiful eyes, and it’s all over.”

Fair enough. For him, it has to be a losing battle. Because I’m more than willing and he’s still hard against me. The pressure of his body, the sound and scent and everything of him means I’m wet and aching. Though it’s nicely aided by some slight hip wiggling. The sensation of sliding his hard length through my labia is mighty stimulating. He reaches out, hand rustling about, grabbing something from the bedside drawer.

Excellent.

Before he can attempt anything else, I kiss him deep and hard. Giving it my all. Getting us back to the good place. Hands clutching and hearts pounding. Where every touch is a thrill. We’re tongues, teeth, and lips. Everything taken back to our basics. Skin sliding against skin, fingers endlessly exploring. I’m still a bundle of nerves, but I love it. He rolls us over, so I’m on top. Then he stops to tear open the wrapper, to roll the condom down the length of his cock. I, of course, watch with interest.

“You be on top,” he says, voice deep and raw once again. “That way if you freak out or anything again, you’re in control.”

“Okay.”

“Now I’m putting this on, but that doesn’t mean we have to use it.” He reaches back, gripping the wooden bars of the bedhead. “I’m just going to lie here. You’re in charge. Promise.”

“Right. Sounds good. Where should I start?”

“Why don’t you kiss me, Clem?” He raises his chin, bringing my attention back to his kiss-swollen damp lips. “You could ride my face if you wanted.”

A tantalizing idea. But I’m kind of stuck on the idea of my vagina and his penis getting together sometime soon. So I go for option one and kiss him instead. It’s wet and messy and hot as hell. I never want it to end.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he tells me between kisses. “We can do whatever you want to do. Just take your time.”

Guess he’s forgotten about not only my lack of patience but general fascination for everything Ed. Because I go immediately for his cock, lining it up with my entrance and pushing back slowly. Very slowly. The way his gaze fixes on me, his pupils dilating . . . the man is hypnotic. Sweat beads on both of our skins. The musculature in his arms flexes, fingers tightening on the headboard as he groans. “Christ, I’ve missed you.”

Maybe he’s talking a little to her, to the previous version of me. But for once I don’t mind. Truth be told, I’d kind of wondered how a girl like her managed to get a guy like him. Not just to get him but to have him. To own him. What had Tessa said about us? That I was like an itch under his skin. Maybe the answer is that old-me and Ed really had it going on once the bedroom doors were closed. And maybe I was about to find out.

Besides, it didn’t make much sense to be jealous of her. After all, I get to be here now and she doesn’t, the poor bitch. I get to have the wide blunt head of his cock pushing into me, his body beneath me. Deeper I take him in, feeling him moving slow but sure inside of me. Every muscle in his body tenses and, honestly, getting to sit astride him this way is divine. I am a fucking goddess in all the ways. And I don’t stop until the whole length of his dick is in me completely. Eyelids closed, I just feel. The awareness of him so thick and solid inside of me . . . it’s incredible.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod.

With my hands on his chest, I start to move, taking my time. The slow glide of him out of me lights up some very special nerves. But then the harder push back onto him is kind of awesome too. Leisurely, I build up the pace, letting my body guide me. What position and speed feels best. We’re well beyond tingles now. My whole body is electric, the charge building and building. And the expression on Ed’s face, the exacting set of his mouth and the endless depths of his eyes. His rib cage rises and falls, nostrils flaring slightly as he struggles with the need to stay still. I’m guessing he doesn’t usually lie passive in bed. Pretty sure he’s the type to take charge and give orders. But it works for me. We’re reaching for that high together. And when it hits . . . my insides lock onto him in both agony and bliss. It’s so good it hurts. Every bit of me tenses before every atom’s exploding.

Ed’s hips buck beneath me, shoving his cock into me again and again. Then he makes this sound somewhere between a grunt and a growl. Something cracks loudly. Wood breaking, maybe? But I’m too high to care. My body goes liquid, collapsed across his chest. We’re just two people smeared together with sweat and other bodily fluids. Meanwhile, my mind just keeps floating, reluctant to return.

“Hey,” he eventually whispers, arms still raised above his head as promised. His heart beats strong and sure beneath my ear. “Clem, you okay? What are you thinking?”

“You broke the headboard.” I rise slowly, still catching my breath, and I smile. “Cool. Let’s do it again.”