After the fast, front seat fuck, Reardon had driven us to his place for some much needed lovemaking. My hands spreading over his back and running down to the crescents of his ass, whispering into the tight ropes of his throat, “Yes, Reardon. Baby, I…” I’d lost my voice inside a moan when he’d risen to his forearms, head hanging low and his face strained as his muscles. “Shay, uh!” He coiled his arms around me, curling our bodies into some sort of divinity. “I missed you. Missed you so much, I couldn’t even–” He gasped when I folded my ankles together at the base of his spine. “Ah...Shay…” I’d forgotten lover’s whispers, tucked inside groans and thrusts and hands held beside my head. I’d forgotten love. Making love. Pressed together, slick and hot, we’d slowed, expanding in and out with his sensual lunges. “This feels…” “You’re so…” “Yes…” “Need you…” “Reardon!” Nipping my shoulder, he’d plunged so hard he shoved me to the headboard, coming apart inside me.
