I could feel Nick’s body weight pushing me down into the mattress as he slowly moved in and out of me. I felt his girth completely filling me as I felt him deep inside of me.

He felt good. He felt really damn good. After all the things that had happened between us, the lies from months ago, the things earlier that evening, there was no denying how good Nick felt inside me.

As he made love to me, he kept whispering into my ear, telling me how good I felt. He kept telling me he loved me and how much he missed me.

“Tell me you love me, Alexa,” he said in my ear. The request caught me off guard. It caught me so off guard, in fact, that I didn’t respond to him. “Tell me you love me,” he said again, this time thrusting into me a little harder. “Tell me, baby. I want to hear it. Tell me you love me.”

I didn’t know whether or not I should say it. I loved him a lot, but we still had a lot of things to work on. If I said those three little words and decided to break things off, it would crush him. He grabbed my hands and intertwined my fingers with his, pushing them over my head and down onto the bed. I breathed his name into his ear, hoping that would be good enough for the moment.

“I want you to say it,” Nick said as he plunged deeper and harder into me.

I knew what he was thinking. He thought that if he fucked me right, I’d say whatever he wanted to hear. I looked up at him and could see pain and fear in his eyes. “Please tell me you love me,” he begged again.

I could feel the tension building up inside of me. I knew I was getting close and was trying my hardest to concentrate on that as opposed to Nick’s request.

I closed my eyes and was ready to let my climax unleash when I realized my shoulder was wet. It took me a minute to figure out what was happening. Nick was crying.

He wasn’t the type to ever show any kind of emotion, much less cry. It made me feel horrible. I knew that Nick had made many mistakes and bad choices in our relationship. He had lied to me about some pretty important things.

In the end, he owned up to those mistakes and never gave up on what the two of us had together. We’d been apart for months, but he never gave up. I was the only thing he wanted.

What kind of person was I? I could have cut the cord at any time and not given him any attention when he came around.

Instead, I strung him along, allowing him to stay a part of my life but only if he did it from a distance. Why did I do that if I didn’t want to be with him? Was I scared to be alone? Did I just want to know that I was desirable? Nick made sure that I knew he appreciated me. Didn’t he deserve the same in return? Didn’t he deserve love and affection as well? I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I love you, Nick,” I yelled out as I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in close to me. “I love you so much,” I told him.

I watched as Nick stopped in mid-motion and looked down at me, shocked that he’d heard the words he wanted so desperately to hear. The truth is, I wasn’t just saying them because he wanted to hear them. I said them because I meant them.

“I love you, Nick,” I spoke softly.

I told him one more time before bucking my hips up towards him, leading him to grab my legs and pumping in and out of me with a vengeance.

I was moaning loudly as my climax was coming quickly. Nick was pounding me harder and harder until I couldn’t take it anymore. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and squeezed as I got off.

Nick began groaning as he came at the same time. He rammed himself into me again as his climax overtook him. He moved in an out a little slower until he finally pulled himself out and collapsed onto the bed next to me, allowing me to curl up in his arms.

He had a smile on his face as we laid there, him playing with my hair and me running my fingers all over his chest. All of his patience had finally paid off. He knew in his heart that we were going to be together again.

Even when it looked like a lost cause, he always had faith. And there I was, I’d told him I loved him for so long. Not only had I admitted my feelings to Nick, but in a way, I’d admitted them to myself as well.

I could see the relief on Nick’s face. All of the pain that I’d put him through was washed away. Me being there with him made him happy. It was as though the past had never happened. I understood how he felt.

The pain I’d felt from everything he did didn’t seem to matter anymore. I was there, we were together, and I wasn’t going to leave this time. There wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be than right there in his arms.