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He laughs. “We’ve got a long way to go yet, baby.” Before I can ask him what he means, he twists again so I’m beneath him, then holds the condom and withdraws. He twirls a finger in the air, gesturing for me to roll over, and I turn onto my stomach, then bring down a pillow to hold as he positions himself between my legs. He guides himself down, then slides inside me from behind.

Ohhh, the position changes the angle, and I feel him all the way up, thick and hard. “Fuck,” I say, with enthusiasm, and he eases back.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay, you’re just… not small.”

He chuckles, bends his head, and kisses my neck. Then he fastens his mouth on me and sucks.

I squeal and bat at his head, and he laughs and lifts up.

“You’d better not have given me a hickey,” I scold him.

“I’m going to give you them all over,” he promises, licking up to my ear. “You taste amazing.”

“You’re gross.”

He groans and sucks my earlobe. “Your body drives me crazy…”

I bury my face in the pillow as he starts thrusting hard. “Oh God…”

“Want me to stop?”

“Fuck, no…”

He chuckles and turns my face with a hand so he can kiss me. I sigh as he slides his tongue into my mouth and then moan when he slips his hand beneath me to tug on my nipple.

“Mitch…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Aaahhh…”

He kisses me hungrily, then withdraws, making me drop my head onto the pillow with a groan.

He proceeds to turn me onto my back again, slides immediately inside me, and starts thrusting hard. He continues to do this, repeatedly changing position, me on top, him on top, from behind, side to side, and every time I think he’s close to coming, he changes it up as if he’s making up for lost time and wants to try everything in one night.

Maybe that’s why he’s doing it, because he thinks this is it—this is our only chance to be together. After all, tomorrow we’ll be back in Dad’s cottage with Millie, and I doubt we’ll have another opportunity to be together again. Perhaps he’s already booked his flight back to Wellington.

My throat tightens, but I hold in the emotion, because this is supposed to be fun and carefree, two good friends enjoying one another sexually, a physical fling to satisfy the craving we’ve had for so long. It’s not supposed to be deep and meaningful. But it’s impossible to stop the tears pricking my eyes.

I’m on my back again, and he’s on top, but as he lifts up and looks into my eyes, I can see that he’s spotted my emotion. He slows, his brows drawing together.

“Want me to stop?” he murmurs.

I shake my head, but don’t trust myself to speak.

He waits a moment, then starts moving again.

This time, he stays on top of me, but he takes my hands in his and pins them above my head as he starts moving with purpose. I’d have said I couldn’t come with just penetration, but he’s done something… moved up an inch… changed the angle… and he’s somehow grinding against me, right on my clit… fuck.

“Oh God,” I say, because all I can do is lie there and watch him take me.

“Beautiful baby,” he says, thrusting hard. Ahhh, it’s so hot in here. He bends to kiss me, and our skin peels apart as he lifts up again. I’ve been on the edge for so long, and so emotional, that I’m trembling, and I can’t stop a tear tipping over my lashes and trickling down my temple.

He notices, and I half-expect him to stop, but he just bends and touches his tongue to it, then kisses me again.

It’s as if all the years of frustration finally fade away, and we finally reach the point we’ve been heading towards since we first met all that time ago outside my father’s office. We’ve taken lots of detours, and we got lost along the way. But at last, we’re back on track, even if it is for a brief time.