His mouth is manipulating mine in ways that should be illegal in all the states as well as half the world as we lay in his bed later, kissing for all we’re worth. At some point our bathing suits came off, and he went to town on my neck, all the way down my chest, to my ribcage and now my stomach. Which is where he is right now, gazing up at me.

“What are you doing?” I’m breathless, sure I know where that mouth of his will be next, but I don’t want to make assumptions.

“I’m feeling a little hungry,” he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth. A move that is so undeniably sexy I want to give him the praise he deserves. I mean I feel myself get wetter as I watch his tongue stroke his lip.

“Are you? What are you hungry for?” I play along, twirling my hard nipple in between my fingers, hoping it spurs him to do what I know he’s going to do.

“What am I always hungry for, sweetness?”

“Donuts,” I answer quickly, not even ashamed to be joking with him during this pivotal moment.

He chuckles, his warm breath fanning against my skin. “Figure you’ll taste just as sweet.” He moves down my body, pushing my thighs apart and dives in.

The Slade of our teenage years had been good at what he did, the Slade today? He’s got a fucking doctorate in going downtown. It feels like he has two mouths as he flicks his tongue against my clit and lightly pushes his finger into me.

“Oh shit.” I push against him, grabbing hold of anything I can, which right now is his hair and a pillow beside me. I use them as leverage as I rock against his attack.

Glancing down, I see his dark eyes staring up at me, and as he works my body, our eyes stay connected. It’s the most spiritual sexual experience I’ve ever had. It’s almost as if he wills me to an orgasm. His eyes get darker, tongue starts flicking faster, and finger fucks me harder. I’m struck stupid as my body let’s go and I begin shaking against him. Not able to help it, I start to close my thighs, but he holds them tight as I feel his jaw working double-time.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God.” I heave against him one more time before falling back against the pillow, my heart pounding, head swimming, and body racing. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

“I have some tricks you haven’t seen yet.” He grins as he wipes his mouth, getting up off the bed.

I watch as he goes across the room, reaching into one of his duffel bags, pulling out a box of condoms. “If you’re not cool with this, please let me know.” He gives his cock two strokes as he walks toward me.

“I’m completely cool with this.” I give him what I hope is a sexy smile as his knees hit the side of the bed.

Going down on Malone has just now become my favorite thing in the world to do. I’ve had some women, don’t get me wrong, I’m not bragging, but in my line of work, you do get some women. And none of them have been as passionate or responsive as she just was. It’s the biggest turn on I’ve had in a long time. I’m hard, my balls are heavy between my legs, and I’m fucking ready to go.

As I get to her, she takes over, helping me put the condom on. “I wish I was in a spot where I could do this nice and sweet,” I groan as her hand encircles me.

“We did that the first time we did this,” she reminds me.

I think back to the night we lost our virginity. It hadn’t been perfect, but it’d been ours. It’d taken us hours. “That was pretty slow, huh?”

She nods. “Now? Now I like it a little fast, a little rough.” She gives me a wink.

“Then I’ll see what I can do to make this good for you.”

Pulling her hips to the edge of the bed, I plunge deep, bottoming out on the first thrust. Together she and I move, executing the push and pull of an age-old rhythm that neither one of us seems to have forgotten. Gripping her hips, I hike her up, tilting her to my liking as I thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw.

“You feel so fucking good.”

I don’t even recognize the voice coming from my body, don’t even know what the fuck I’m saying to her. All I know is that entering her feels like coming home and I never want to leave. Whatever I’ve been searching for all these years, it’s right here. There’s a peace inside her that I haven’t felt since I left. It’s one I don’t want to forget, and something I don’t want skimp on the importance of. This right here, her wrapped around me, her accepting me deep in her body is everything I’ve dreamed of.

“Faster, Slade.” She pushes against me, speeding me up.

I answer her request, putting my thumb on her clit, splaying my palm on her stomach, as I work to bring her to orgasm again. I’m almost there, can feel the storm raging inside me, churning in a circle. “I’m close,” I warn her, short breaths helping me keep my rhythm.

“Me too,” she answers, bringing her hand down to tangle with mine, and together we touch her, getting her off, right as I feel my body tighten and then I let go of the tension I’ve had in myself. We both scream as I let my mind blank, let my body move on its own, and revel in the fact that I’ve just had something with this woman I never thought I’d have again.

“Are you okay?” I ask as I wipe the sweat from my brow. “Maybe we shoulda had candles and romance.” I lean in, kissing her softly.

“Or maybe we shoulda had each other, which we did, and it was perfect in my book.” She wraps her arms around me, holding me tight.

Right then I close my eyes and hope to God I never have to let her go again.