Bree

I struggled all day.

I struggled with myself and my thoughts. I decided that I needed to see Drew but it wasn’t until in the late hours of the afternoon that I headed over to his place.

Our place… well what used to be our place.

There was no longer a wild wood secret passage that led over to it. It had been done up to look more livable. The lake was the same though.

Pure magic.

The afternoon sun beamed down on its surface making the water sparkle. It looked like someone had thrown diamonds on it.

I couldn’t believe I forgot how amazing this place was. And how much it felt like home.

This was the last place that I should call that, because it wasn’t mine. And neither was the man who lived here. A rustling sound from the woods caught my attention and I looked around to see Drew coming down a path. He was carrying a large chunk of wood. The kind you’d put in a fire place. He didn’t see me until he came out of the path and then he stopped to stare at me with surprise filling his face.

“I’m sorry I … Lily told me you bought the place so I was…” I was trying to sound coherent but realized that was verging on me sounding like I wanted to see the lake house. And sure, I wanted to see it, but him more.

It would help if he said something, anything. Instead of staring at me.

“The house looks good.” I decided on sticking with the house. “I can see that my home was in good hands. I mean…not my home.” This was fruitless and I was tripping over my words. “Obviously it’s your house and it looks very nice, even my garden…” I pointed over to the rose garden that I’d tried to maintain but since gardening wasn’t my area of specialty all the flowers died. The garden now had vibrant flowers that added to the scenic beauty of all that lay before them.

It was only when I looked back to him that I realized what I said. “Sorry, not my garden. Your garden looks great. My garden was…”

It was a mistake coming here.

I looked over at the house and all I could remember was my father tearing me away from Drew’s arms. The last time we were here together was the night my world ended.

A tear ran down my cheek and I turned away to walk in the opposite direction.

I must have taken two steps before Drew caught my arm and pulled me back.

His eyes were wide like yesterday, but held a softness to them. A softness I remembered.

I opened my mouth to speak against the tears that streamed down my cheeks but was stopped in an instant when he lowered and pressed his lips to mine.

The touch yesterday to my cheek sent a jolt through my body but this sparked the chasms of my heart and woke it up.

The kiss turned hungry very quickly, and I opened my mouth to welcome the needy thrust of his tongue.

I heard him drop the log and then his hands smoothed over me, down my waist and to my thighs to lift me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me. He took me inside the house and I was aware we were going up the stairs to our bedroom.

But that was all that registered in my mind. That and the smell of sweet vanilla.

Other than that, his lips on mine and me secured to him with my legs around his waist was all I knew, and all I cared about.

Soft silk pressed into my back and then I realized that we’d hit the bed. That was where we really got going.

Our kisses suddenly became a hungry frenzy filled with heat and undiluted passion.

And need.

We tore at each other’s clothes until I was only wearing my panties and he was in his jeans.

He pulled away to look at me, but the loss of his lips on mine made me crazy.

“No, I –” he pressed a finger to my lips silencing me. “Missed you.” Too late. My words came out anyway.

That made him smile but then he brought his finger back to his lips and said, “shhh.”

I watched the beautiful man before me shake his head, and continued to stare in awe as he placed his hand on his heart.

It was amazing what could happen between two people who’d been together for a life time. They could speak without speaking and understand each other perfectly. Even when ten years had passed.

He didn’t want me to talk because he wanted me to feel.

For a moment I worried because I was scared I wouldn’t be able to do that properly with my broken heart but when I felt the overpowering sensation of love pulse through me I smiled and nodded.

My heart was beating again, and it didn’t feel broken.

His smiled widened and he covered my lips again, cupping my face and kissing. Taking me back to the ecstatic bliss I first felt when he kissed me.

Fiery kisses were placed on my neck leaving a trail of heat in the wake as he made his way down.

Down my chest, over my breasts to the tips of my nipples where he paused to suck.

I arched into his mouth and groaned feeling my whole body ache for his touch, aching to be tasted.

His touch was different to how it was ten years ago, and he felt different too with his sculpted body that was a hard as it looked.

He pulled away again and my body missed him, but I was well and truly satisfied by the sight of him stepping out of those jeans and his boxers to unleash his massive cock.

I forgot how big he was.

The next sight that pleased me was him taking a condom out of a packet and sheathing himself with it. I felt myself grow wetter just from the sight and he appreciated my reaction.

He came back to me and ran his fingers over the soft fabric of my panties and over my core pressing against the hard, sensitive bud of my clit. He lowered to kiss me there and moved aside the fabric so he could slide his fingers into me.

“Drew, it’s too much.” I was coming even as I spoke, hardly able to breathe.

He slid my panties down my legs and guided his cock to my core. I was more than ready for him when he slid inside me, and all I felt was intense pleasure. My body buzzed with elation, being reunited with the man it was built for.

He started with a slow grind at first, going in and out of me until I’d adjusted. Once I had, he took hold of my hips once he sped up his pace.

Another moan tore from my lips and I grabbed on to the sheets.

My heart thudded in my chest with each thrust, throbbing as my pulse raced.

Faster. He went faster, until all I saw was stars and a white mass of light speckled behind my lids when I closed my eyes.

Soon we were both moaning into the blast of passion, gasping in the lock of this mad embrace.

Once he started pounding into me I completely lost myself in the moment and the feeling.

He seemed to as well.

Liquid fire tore through my veins as a greedy orgasm gripped me, making my body its slave. I felt dizzy with desire, blissful, blistering from the pleasure that seized me.

A growl, raw and almost primal sounded from his lips and he jackhammered his way to a hot, virile release.

Mindless ecstasy gripped me and my whole body felt as if it was going to set aflame. Fueled to new heights we came as one, passion bursting where we were joined.