As I pushed my cock into her, I couldn’t fucking believe I was with Sadie.

I was hesitant to call it making love because I still didn’t know where we would end up in the future, but this was the biggest step forward we had ever taken. And not because we were having sex, but because she was starting to remember.

I focused on her gorgeous body. She was petite beneath me, her body slender, strong, and muscular. She’d always had a body to die for, but the years of extra training since the accident had paid off, and she was at her peak.

Her breathing was hard and fast, her breasts were against my chest, and the sex was hot as fuck. I wanted her to orgasm. I wanted her to scream my name. I wanted to hear it from her lips, and the need was getting worse.

“Brian,” she said, just as I thought it. It wasn’t a scream, but it was good enough.

“Yeah,” I said, my hips pumping into her sweet pussy, her legs on either side of me.

“Slow down,” she said.

I frowned, but I did as she asked.

“I want to be on top of you,” she said.

For a moment, I had thought she would tell me to stop. I nodded and pulled out, checking the condom as I did. I sat back on the couch, out of breath, not because I was unfit, but because she was hot as hell. I sat back, and she crawled toward me, hips rolled, breasts swinging. She was seductive as hell, and I wanted her to get on my cock as soon as she could.

She climbed onto me, straddling my hips. She lowered herself onto my cock and let out a breath as she buried me deep inside of her. She shifted a little, getting a feel for me, before she started rocking back and forth, moving her hips.

She slid up and down my cock, torturing me with her tight pussy. I had her breasts in front of me, and I reached for them, squeezing them, tugging lightly at her nipples. She gasped, closed her eyes, and tipped her head back. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, a brilliant contrast against her milky skin.

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer to me, helping her with her rhythm. Her lips were parted, moans escaping, and I reached between her legs with one hand, pressing my thumb against her clit.

She gasped, eyes shooting open. They were the color of slate with her pupils so dilated, I could barely see the gray rim of her irises. She rocked her body back and forth, rubbing her clit against my thumb.

Her breathing changed, gasps turning into moans, and her eyebrows knitted together, her face orgasmic. 

It didn’t take long before her body tightened, her walls clamped down on my cock, and spasms rocked her body. She cried out, and her body curled around mine. She leaned forward, head against my shoulder, and for a moment, she didn’t breathe as she hit her climax. Then she gasped for air, her body going slack.

I held her hips, pulling her against me. Her ass lifted a little, and it was the angle I needed. I bucked my hips, fucking her from beneath, drawing out her orgasm.

She moaned and whimpered against my shoulder. Her breasts lightly tapped against my chest as I fucked her, and she let me take her like that.

Finally, she sat up. She took my face in her hands and kissed me.

“Let me take you from behind, baby,” I said. I knew I was pushing it, asking for something that might be too much. I expected her to say no, and if she did, it would be okay.

She didn’t. She smiled shyly and nodded.

I wanted to take her in every way I could, but this was the first time and didn’t want to overdo it. This might have been pushing it already.

She got off me, gasping when I slid out. I knew she was sensitive.

When we both stood, she turned around, her ass pointing at me, and she was a sight to behold. Her back was muscular and strong, but still feminine. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed.

I slid my hand down, finding her entrance, feeling her wetness. I guided my cock toward it, checking the condom again, and pushed into her from behind.

She cried out when I did and tipped her head back. I started moving in and out of her, and she felt fantastic from behind. Her ass was beautiful, the cheeks round and firm.

I started fucking her harder. The muscles on her back rippled under her skin, and I put a palm flat between her shoulder blades, feeling her muscles move. I had a fascination with her body because I trained, too, and I knew what went into it.

I fucked her harder and harder, and she cried out, bracing herself against the couch. I reached around and grabbed her breast, squeezing, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. When she moaned and whimpered, I smiled.

I let go of her breast and moved my hand down, leaning forward so I could reach her. I slid my hand between her legs and found her clit.

She whimpered. I was careful not to be too hard on her, and I lightly ran my fingers over her clit. I wanted her to come again. I wanted to bring her to climax another time, and then I wanted to come inside her.

Her moans and gasps became irregular, and spasms shuddered through her body as she neared another orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” I said. “Come for me.”

She cried out when I said it, and a moment later, she rolled into her second orgasm. Her body was tight around mine when she climaxed. Her back arched and her legs trembled. I felt her milk my cock, and I held onto her hips. I pounded into her, and she cried out. It didn’t take long before I reached my own orgasm. I felt the release and groaned, pumping into her. I emptied myself into her, and she gasped, shivered, and moaned.

When it was over, her orgasm faded, too, and we stayed like that with me still inside of her and her hands still on the back of my couch. We were both out of breath.

I pulled out of her. She gasped when I did. She turned and collapsed on the couch. I slid the condom off and disappeared to the bathroom to get rid of it.

When I got back, she lay on the couch, sated, sleepy. I held out my hand to her.

“Come with me,” I said.

She took my hand, let me pull her up, and I led her up the stairs and to my bedroom. She looked around the room, marveling at it. I took her to the bed and peeled back the covers. I got in, pulling her with me, and covered us up. She snuggled into the crook of my arm, her head on my chest, and this was what I wanted. I wanted to cuddle with her, to hold her. We might have fucked, but I didn’t want it to be about that.

It wasn’t about that at all.

“Is that what it was like the first time?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No. This was much, much better.”

“It was my first time,” she said.

I shifted a little so I could look at her. She looked up at me, and she was shy, now.

“What do you mean?”

“I haven’t, you know. Since the accident.”

I digested that for a moment. “So, I was your first again?”

She smiled and nodded. I pulled her against me, holding her tightly. There was something very special about that.

She yawned, and I was tired, too. I closed my eyes. She sighed.

“I’m glad you’re here,” I said.

“Hmm?” she responded, already falling asleep. I kissed her hair and let it go. It was one more thing she wouldn’t remember, but the most important things, she wouldn’t forget. Not again. I would see to it.

When I woke up again, the light in the room was all wrong. I blinked. Sadie lay draped across my chest, her hair in my face. I reached for my phone and checked the time.

“Shit,” I said and wriggled out from beneath her.

“What is it?” she asked, lifting her head and blinking sleepily at me.

“I’m late for training.”

I jumped out of bed and got dressed, not bothering with a shower. I would do that after.

When I was ready, she had pulled on her clothes that we’d left in the living room, and she was ready to leave.

A woman that could get ready fast. I liked that.

“I’ll drop you on the way,” I said to her.

Her place was halfway between the training center and my place. She lived in a good neighborhood, and her apartment building looked nice. It was good to know she had done well for herself, that despite everything, she was going somewhere with her life.

“Thank you, for last night,” she said.

“You’re okay?” I asked.

She nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

I shrugged. “I guess I’m still nervous now and then that you’ll decide it’s too much for you.”

I hadn’t wanted to say it to her, but it was what I was worried about, and I figured if she was so open with me all the time, I owed her the same.

She nodded, looking at her hands. “I know. And I understand. But this time, I want to figure out what’s going on. Before, I wanted to run from everything I didn’t understand. I’ve changed, I think.”

I nodded. “You have changed, in many ways. But in many ways, you’re still the same, too.”

She smiled at that.

“That’s such a nice thing to hear,” she said. “When I lost my memories, I felt like I’d lost myself.”

I shook my head. She didn’t have to be worried about that. We were starting over, and she could be a new person altogether. I would still give her a chance. I would give her a million chances, repeatedly, no matter how much it hurt me. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing, or if I should have been protecting myself instead, but it was Sadie.

I would do anything for Sadie, and now that it looked like there was hope again, I would keep doing whatever was needed to grow this new thing between us. Even if it meant just being here for her.

The sex was a bonus, of course, but I would be there for her to just talk, no matter how long she needed it for.

 

***

 

I got to the training center half an hour late and joined the guys at the back end of their warmup.

“You’re late,” Coach yelled.

“Sorry,” I said. I grinned at Hanson who raised his eyebrows at me.

“You’re in a good mood,” he said. “Did you get some?”

“Fuck, yeah,” I said.

In the best way possible, but I didn’t say that. He grinned. We would talk after training.

When we were done showering and back in the locker room, packing up, Hanson came to stand next to me.

“Care to share?”

I shrugged. “I think Sadie is giving me another chance,” I said.

Hanson’s face was pure surprise. “You mean, it was her?”

“Well, yeah. What other girl has ever made me smile so big?”

“Good point,” he said.

And it was true. I couldn’t help grinning. She was starting to open up to me again, if last night was any kind of indicator. Maybe she would remember more and more. For the first time in a long time, hope felt good.