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I raised my free hand to her face, brushin’ my thumb underneath her eye. She leaned into my palm, and I swear to God, that lil’ movement almost took me out. I spent so much time wonderin’ if I’d ever get to touch her like this again. Wonderin’ if she’d remember what it felt like to be close to me. Now, she was right here, lookin’ up at me with those same eyes I fell in love with when I was seventeen. I lowered my head, stoppin’ just short of her mouth. She didn’t move away.

“Juicy,” I whispered.

“Hmm?”

I looked at her lips, then back into her eyes. I knew I should’ve been thinkin’ about everything waitin’ outside this room. Ni, Emery, the fuckin’ mess we were makin’ by even standin’ this close. But I couldn’t think about none of that shit at that moment. I wanted her. I wanted to kiss her without havin’ to stop myself. Without pretendin’ I ain’t spent the last fifteen years missin’ every fuckin’ thing about her.

I closed the distance and pressed my lips to hers. I didn’t even realize I was holdin’ my breath until she kissed me back. Her hand slid up my chest, then around the back of my neck, pullin’ me closer. I let go of her hand and wrapped my arm around her waist, holdin’ her against me as I kissed her again. I had imagined this shit so many times that I knew better than to trust my own head. But this wasn’t no fuckin’ dream.

My Juicy was right here, kissin’ me like she missed me just as much as I missed her. I pulled back enough to look at her, restin’ my forehead against hers. We were both breathin’ hard, and I couldn’t stop lookin’ at her mouth.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I whispered.

She ran her fingers over the back of my head. “Then stop acting like you don’t.”

“You got me, baby.”

Her eyes searched mine for a second before she pulled me down and kissed me again. Whatever restraint I had was gone. My hands moved, touchin’ everywhere I’d been dreamin’ about since I saw her at that gala. I ain’t know how much closer I could pull her into my body; I wanted her in my fuckin’ skin. She moaned into my mouth, then slid her tongue between my lips. I didn’t fight it. I ain’t care about controllin’ shit. Whatever she wanted, I wanted it too.

She finally pulled back, grippin’ my shirt. “Come here.”

When she started walkin’ toward the bed, I could barely move. Juicy was almost draggin’ me behind her. She stopped, then looked up at me. A nigga was shakin’ like a fuckin’ stripper. Her palm rubbed up and down my chest, calmin’ me just enough.

“It’s okay,” she said, bringin’ my hand to her chest. “I’m right here.”

I looked down at where she had my hand pressed against her chest, and her heart was beatin’ just as hard as mine. All this time, I thought I was the only one losin’ my fuckin’ mind.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

She stepped closer, slid her arms around my neck, and kissed me again. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I reached around her body and pulled the zipper on her dress until the straps started fallin’. Somewhere between her dress hittin’ the floor and the buttons flyin’ off my shirt, I finally had her in my bed.

My lips moved over her chest while her hands rubbed my back. Juicy’s body melted into the bed when my tongue swirled around her nipple. I flicked my tongue back and forth, and her body trembled under me.

“Juvie…”

“Hmmm.” I hummed, suckin’ her nipple deep into my mouth.

I kissed the rose tattoo on her rib that used to be my name. Then, I kissed all over her stomach. Her breath caught as I kissed her thighs. I ain’t have to tell her to put her legs over my shoulders; she knew. My fingers sank into the softest part of her thighs, and I pulled her closer. When I looked up, she was already starin’ down at me, her eyes glossy. I didn’t take my eyes off her as I licked her clit back and forth real slow, and her mouth dropped open.

The low moan she let out almost made me close my eyes, but I had to watch her. I had to see her fall apart. I needed to see that I made her feel the way she made me feel. My lips wrapped around her clit, and her stomach caved. I sucked her pussy deep, takin’ my time, ’cause I ain’t want this shit to end. She tried to pull back, but I gripped her thighs, holdin’ her right there.

“Juuuvieee… Oh, my God!” she cried as her hips jerked.

She reached down, grippin’ the back of my head, grindin’ her pussy into my mouth. She was so wet I could barely keep my lips wrapped around her clit. Her head dropped back, and her legs trembled around my head. I held her tighter, groanin’ into her. My dick was so hard, listenin’ to her call my name over and over again.

“Pleeease, baby!” she whined, voice breakin’ down.

All I wanted was to see her face when she came. I needed to feel her body give in when she couldn’t take no more. Every breath she took came in faster. Her legs wouldn’t stop shakin’, but she still wouldn’t look away. Her legs locked around my head, and I let her. I sucked deeper, held her tighter, until I felt her clit thump between my lips. When she came, she didn’t make a sound at first. Then, she sobbed, and her whole body broke down.

I let her ride it out, rubbed her body until her legs loosened around my head. She gripped my face, pullin’ my mouth to hers. Her legs stayed on my shoulders as I settled my weight over her body while she kissed me, suckin’ my lips, tastin’ what had my head spinnin’. I reached between us and spread her lips. She raised her hips, pullin’ me inside, and my body almost collapsed.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I breathed against her lips. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

I drove deeper, and she gasped. Her walls clenched around me, holdin’ me tight. She gripped my shoulders, raisin’ her hips to meet mine every time I pulled back. I couldn’t take that shit; it was drivin’ me crazy. This time, I stayed buried deep inside her, movin’ my hips, only pullin’ back enough so I wouldn’t crush her wit’ my weight. Her eyes snapped shut, but I needed her to look at me. I needed her to see what she was doin’ to me.

“Look at me, Juicy. Please,” I begged, holdin’ her tighter.