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We were meant to be like this, connected with not a shred of anything between us. Protection doesn’t matter, the future doesn’t matter, consequences don’t matter. Not when I know I will never be apart from her. Not now. There is no me without her any longer, for that, I’m sure.
“I swear, you’ve gotten bigger over the years.” She wiggles her hips, my cock weeping inside her, and reaches up to palm my cheek.
Alana isn’t saying this as a joke but to tell me how full she is. As if I don’t feel it, as if my cock isn’t pained with pleasure from being inside her.
Thrusting my hips, even though I’m fully seated inside her, makes us both groan with need.
“Please move. I need it.” She presses her thumb to the corner of my mouth, and I nip at it before kissing it.
“Anything for you.” It’s true.
Then I start to move. Really move. Long, languid strokes where I tip my hips up as soon as I bottom out, hitting her at an angle where she screams each time I’m in to the hilt. It’s driving me mad, this crazed pace, but I can’t stop. Not when I look at the way her features are transforming with pleasure with each thrust.
“Every morning when you come down, I ache to know what color those lips are going to be painted. A siren red, an innocent pink, a subtle peach. But this color is my favorite; the shade where I smudge whatever it is you’re wearing with my own mouth. The color of me tattooed on you, just a little bruised in how intense I’m kissing you.” So, I do just that, marking her lips the color I love to see them.
“I’ve dreamed of this for years. You, making love to me, feeling you bare against me, inside me,” she whispers as I stroke so deep inside her; it’s like we’re one.
“Only you, Alana. Only ever you.” I don’t know if she understands that while I’ve been with other women, she’s the only one I’ll ever do this with.
The only woman I’m actually making love to, the only woman I’ve ever gone bare with.
“Warren, you’re going to make me come.” That breathless rasp is one I’ve heard in my dreams a hundred times.
“Good. Come for me. For us. Show me how good I make you feel, baby.” I grunt because it’s all I can do to keep myself in check.
Her pussy is a goddamn vise around me. Alana pulls me in for a searing kiss as she orgasms so beautifully, and I feel the wetness gush around my dick. That sets me off, the feeling rocketing from my tip. I come in long, deep spurts, coating her insides as my brain turns to mush. Alana is the only thing I register anymore.
For a few seconds, I exist in a world where it’s just her and me.
And I wish we could stay there forever.
19
WARREN
Sometime in the night, Alana and I stir at the same time and fall back into each other.
We lie face-to-face on our sides, with her leg hitched up on my hip as I slowly thrust in and out of her. Driving us wild, making us moan sleepily in a haze that almost feels like we’re dreaming all of this happening. After we come together in the dark, I tuck her back into my body and fall into a deep slumber.
For the first time in years, I wake and don’t immediately haul myself from the bed. With Alana’s hair draped over my arm and the heady scent of our bodies tangling beneath the sheets, I stay right where I am to admire her as her eyes flutter open, becoming conscious of the world. She’s gorgeous, completely natural, and nude, wrapped up in my body. The warmth of her skin catches on mine, the room baked in a golden glow.
It’s the single best moment of my life.
“Morning.” I lean down to kiss her, taking my time as I explore her mouth lazily.
“Morning.” She smiles a megawatt smile, one I’ve realized, over the years, is reserved for times when we’re together.
“I think I want to wake up like this every single day,” I murmur against her lips because I can’t stop tasting them.
“I’d say we have a lot to talk about, but apparently husbands and wives do this all the time, so I guess it’s normal.” She shrugs, bringing her hand up to her face to rub some sleep out of her eyes.
Her rings catch the light, and I take her hand in mine, kissing the diamonds there. “To think, I could have broken the boundaries with diamonds years ago.”
“Hey, I wasn’t the one who set them.” It’s a serious topic we need to discuss, but making it lighthearted feels okay in the morning light. “What do you want to do today?”
She asks the question like we’re just going to gloss right over the fact that we’re best friends who just had sex with each other while fake married, and it’s just so Alana that I burst out into laughter.
This is the woman who swept into her twenty-first surprise birthday party like she knew we’d been planning it for months and just expected us to throw her the bash to end all bashes. Alana’s blunt and keep-it-moving nature is one of the reasons I love her so much.