Page 66 of Come Back To Me

Kenzi pulled away from me, and I thought she was going to stop, but instead she reached between us and lifted my shirt over her head. With the moonlight coming through my floor-to-ceiling windows, I could make out the curve of her breasts, the dip in her waist. God, it was a sight I thought I’d never see again. I hesitated, and Kenzi picked up on it.

“I wish I could explain how I feel,” she licked her lips, “but I’m tired of looking for explanations, Vaughan. For now, it’s you and me and nothing else.”

“I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy.”

Kenzi’s mouth tilted to the side. “I know, but I’m asking you to make an exception.”

“And if I can’t?”

“You will.” She sounded confident. Sure. “I may not remember, but what I feel right here,” she rested her palm on her chest, “is only something you make me feel. And I’m asking you to let me feel it a little bit longer.”

I swallowed. “What do you feel?”

“Like you’re the part of me I’m still looking for and can’t yet find.”

My heart jumped at that, and the flicker of hope that had been ignited earlier grew to a steady burn. “And if you regret this in the morning?”

“I won’t. I can’t. So will you give me this?”

The line between what I had to do and what I wanted to do blurred until it was wiped away completely. How could I deny her?

I couldn’t. It was that simple. I was only a man, after all.

With trembling hands, I traced her spine, resting my hand on her hip. She leaned in and I met her half way, slanting my mouth over hers. Her tongue snuck out, tentative at first, but after a lick she grew more confident, her tongue finding mine with vigor. The tips of her fingers traveled down my chest, resting above the band of my boxer briefs and rather than shy away from the hard-on pressing against her stomach, she let out the barest of whimpers. I cradled her head with my arm, and used my free hand to trace the dimples in the arch of her back, feeling a surge of satisfaction when she shivered.

In a flash we rolled over and I settled between Kenzi’s legs, trying not to sigh with the relief of coming home. To me it was home, but to Kenzi it was sating what she thought was nothing more than her body’s curiosity. She was using me, and after months of being without her I was happy to allow it. Whatever happened in the morning I would deal with, but for right now, I wanted this.

With my forearms beside her head, I gazed down at Kenzi.

“Can I…”

She touched my boxer briefs. I nodded, and lifted up just enough to give the fabric room to move down my thighs. Kenzi bent her knees and pulled my underwear down the rest of the way using her feet, and then deftly removed the thin scrap of her panties keeping us from being completely flesh-to-flesh. With her legs still bent, her palms rested on my ass, and she pulled me down until I could make out exactly where we touched.

“Kenzi, I…” Anything I might have said died a swift death because fuck me, I was in hell and in heaven all at once. Hell because I wanted to be inside her so bad, and heaven because I didn’t want to be anywhere else. The atmosphere around us turned heady, thick with lust and a carnal need to connect.

“Stop thinking,” she whispered, “be here with me.”

She must have seen the war waging in my eyes because she lifted her head, and kissed me like our lives depended on it. And in the end I did what she asked of me. I always would.

I reached blindly for my bedside drawer, and felt around until the tips of my fingers met a foil wrapper. I took it out, stopping just long enough to make sure Kenzi wanted this with absolute certainty. Her answer was to watch me roll the condom down my hard length, and then spread her legs. I teased her a little, sucking on the rose buds of her nipples until she was writhing beneath me. She was on the cusp of her first orgasm when I stopped, and positioned the head of my cock at her entrance. It occurred to me then that she wouldn’t have remembered our first time, her first time, and yet she didn’t look afraid or uncertain. So I followed her cues, and slowly pushed inside. She gasped, arching her back, widening her legs to take more and more of me with every unhurried sweep. She wriggled her hips and I muffled a grunt when I felt how deep I was.

“Jesus,” I cursed, straining every muscle in my body to keep from moving the way I desperately wanted to. This was not a fuck and I wasn’t about to treat it like one by giving in to my baser urges.

“Vaughan.” Kenzi sighed my name and it set my skin alight. “Look at me.”

Our eyes collided, a world made up of my past and her present, the weight of knowing they were really the same thing heavy between my shoulders. When I stayed still, Kenzi wrapped her legs around my waist and started moving her hips in slow circles. I watched her, completely entranced, and listened to how she gasped and whimpered each time. She was breathtaking, so open and unapologetic about taking what she wanted.

It was the feel of her hand wrapping around the base of my cock that had me snapping out of my stupor.

“There you are,” she said. “You disappeared.”

When I could no longer keep my arms braced alongside her head, I lowered myself and used an arm to pillow Kenzi’s head, while I used the other to tilt her hips. We were as close as two people could be.

“I never left,” I told her, dropping my head into her neck and setting a steady pace. I tortured both of us, hedging when we were both on the edge of oblivion. I wanted to prolong it as long as possible, but eventually I had to give in. Kenzi’s mouth opened and my fingers dug into her subtle flesh as I buried myself inside her, welcoming the feel of us crashing together. My chest heaved with exertion, our skin damp with sweat. One last twist of my hips triggered another wave of aftershocks, and when I lifted my head to look at Kenzi, I noticed the tears sliding down her temples. I kissed them away, and the words that followed tumbled from my lips as a whispered plea.

“Come back to me, Kenzi. Please, just come back to me.”

We stayed that way, wrapped up in each other, and it was only after we’d crawled back under the covers that I thought she’d said, “I’m trying”.