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She raises her ass up, allowing the pants to pull free from her legs. I take the time to appreciate what age and motherhood has done to her body. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as my cock grows in admiration.

“Boone … what are you doing?” she murmurs.

I shake my head, releasing my lip. “You’re breathtaking, Kenzie.”

I bend over and hook her panties with my thumbs, shimmying them down her thighs and uncovering my holy grail. Trailing my hands up her calves to the inside of her knees, I splay them on her thighs and spread them wide.

Her ass grinds into the bed with anticipation. I press my lips to her center, making her squirm. Slipping my tongue over her, I flick her clit with the tip. She tastes even better than I remember or could ever appreciate until now.

She fists my hair, raising her hips to meet the onslaught of my tongue. I bring her to the edge before backing off, earning me a groan.

“Wh-what are you doin’?” She lifts her heavy lids to meet my eyes.

I drop my boxers, climbing between her legs. “Getting rid of the barriers,” saying as I place my hand on her back and unhook her bra. It falls from her shoulders, and she slips her arms out.

I lay between her thighs, posed to find glory once again. She tangles her fingers in the back of my head, forcing my mouth to hers. Her need evident, I slide into her, finding a pace all our own.

Our bodies move together as if they’ve never been apart. She meets my every bump with a grind of her own. Need, want, desire and love consume us as we linger as long as humanly possible in one another.

Her gaze locks with mine, pouring years of hunger and longing into every deliberate shift, to and fro, from our bodies. Neither of us willing to break away, nor look away, in fear it will be just a dream.

With every slip and slide of my cock, her body bucks, pulling more from me and increasing our pace. My resolve weakens when she mewls as I pound deeper into her, my knees digging into the bed helping us move faster, harder, imprinting it to memory.

Her leg hooks around my hip, when she plants her foot beside me. The sound of our bodies slapping, filling the room. She pushes from the bed, needing more of me. Begging for me to pound into her.

My name falls from her lips, calling me to stay and never leave her again. She breaks over me as I spill into her. Her body tells me what her words cannot. My heart answers, promising devotedly to be her … always.

We lay here, sedated. I give myself a pat on the back for lasting as long as I did, but I couldn’t do it any other way. I’ve waited for her, body and soul, and there was no way I was going down fast.

“Are you smiling or laughing?” She rolls into my side, peering up at me.

I run my hand over my face, embarrassed. “You’d never believe me.”

“Try me.”

I side-eye her. “I thought I just did, do you already need a do over?”

“Oh my god. No!” She pinches my side, and I jump. Wrapping her in my arm, I pull her closer.

“I … well, you see… I… how do I say this?” I hesitate before letting it go. “I haven’t been with anyone else, Kenzie.”

She raises her head, moving to catch my gaze. “Say what?”

“I didn’t sleep with anyone while we’ve been apart.” I shrug. “I told you, no one could replace you.”

She caresses my face. “I understand, and knew I could never make that mistake again.”

“Stop.” I press my lips to hers. “You don’t need to pay for it the rest of our lives.”

A lone tear breaks free. “But don’t you see, I will. I’ll never forgive myself for what I did to us.”

“I should’ve told you how I felt about you. I regret not showing you how much you meant to me.” I study her face, never wanting to miss it again. “If I had, you wouldn’t have been hurt.”

She shakes her head. “No, Boone.”

“Yes, Kenzie.”

“I broke us, Boone. All of the years of put downs and bullying me into thinking I wasn’t good enough for you, and I knew better. You showed me every day what I meant to you, but their words ate at me. So, when I heard you were taking her, I felt betrayed … used. I went crazy with jealousy and self-loathing. I wanted to hurt you, and all I could think was how much I was hurting.