Page 85 of The Replay

But I've missed this. I've missed… him.

"Mari. Fuck." He doesn't stop pounding into me, and I whine at the sensation. "You're going… it's… Fuuuuuck."

His cock twitches inside of me, and his release floods me again.

I'm still not in control of myself, but I manage a deep, hiccuped breath. I frown, lost in my release and the tender sentimentality that waits in its wake.

We both make small sounds when he pulls back and falls on the mattress next to me.

"Mari."

I'm not surprised when he leans next to me and puts a hand on my belly. A part of me knows exactly what he'll do. In my daze, I smile.

His hand slides down my body. "Look at me."

I open my eyes.

"Don't move." His fingers glide down swollen, sensitive flesh.

I let out a small whine. His fingers land right on my entrance, where he holds. He's stopping his cum from dripping out of my body yet.

"You're still trying to make a claim on my body like this?" I ask.

"Let me do this right." He presses his fingers against me, and casts his eyes my way. "For tonight."

I'm still catching my breath, and maybe that's why my heart skips a beat. My lips curl into a smile. Despite how heavy my limbs feel, I lift my legs and trap his hand between my thighs, happy to keep him there.

I've never met anyone else that complemented me like this. In sex and in everything else, I think. Of course I've noticed its absence in my mind. This feeling. Like I'm held by a cloud. Like the sun shines right through it, refracting off every little drop of water, painting rainbows on my skin.

It makes sense that I'm hyperaware of having it— him— again forsome time.

The corner of his mouth curls up. I lift a hand to his face and he leans into it.

"Still so good between us." I sigh. "At least this way."

His smile turns into a smirk. He pulls his hand away from me and, giving me a playful look, he drags his wet fingers up my body, drawing mindless lines on my skin. His art ends with his fingers in his mouth, where he finishes the cleaning job with his tongue.

"Mmh," he utters, before putting his fingers in my mouth too.

It's both of us together, he used to say.Of course I think it's hot as hell.

He grins, and looks as smug as he used to back then. With a big sigh, he lets himself fall on the mattress. His far hand goes behind his head for support, while the one closest to me caresses my thigh.

"You think we're done for the night?" I ask.

He could be at the beach, relaxing on the sand, sunbathing while on a wonderful vacation, he looks so carefree.

"Maybe," he says. "Do you have plans for the next couple of hours?"

I laugh. "I don't even know what time it is."

"Can't check. I don't know where my phone is. Might still be in my car."

"You got out of it fast."

He raises an eyebrow at me, his eyes barely open. "You were hoping I would."

"I didn't think I was going to get what I wanted." I smile. "But I'm so glad I did."