Rewind It Back (Windy City, #5)(107)

When she settles back onto the mattress, she’s still spasming around my fingers and it takes a moment for me to slowly ease them out.

Flushed cheeks and chest. Glistening pussy. Perfectly fucking wrecked.

I climb my naked body right on top of hers, kissing a path up her heated skin. “Tell me what else you want, Hal.”

She’s completely dazed, living in that post-orgasm fog when she says, “Everything.”

And that’s exactly what I plan on giving her. For a lot longer than tonight.

Slipping an arm under her body, I take her with me when I pull myself to sit up against the headboard. With my legs sprawled out in front of me, taking up most of the bed, Hallie straddles my lap.

“Shit,” I hiss from the blinding bliss when she scoots closer, sliding her pussy over my very ready and equally willing cock. “You’re so fucking warm, Hal. So goddamn wet.”

I run my hands over her thighs, still not fully convinced she’s here, that this is happening, and that I somehow got so lucky to find her again.

Hallie brackets my face, bringing my attention to her, and just like that, the tone in the room shifts completely. It’s still charged, but sweet and heavy, like we both know what we’re about to do isn’t as simple as calling it sex.

She runs her thumbs over my cheeks, her hazel eyes boring into mine. “I missed you so much.”

Those words have my heart lurching in a way I forgot it could.

“You’re everything to me, Hallie. I’ve been addicted to you since I was a kid, and clearly nothing has changed. I don’t want to be without you again.”

She shakes her head to tell me we won’t be, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on my lips before resting her forehead on mine.

“Condom. Nightstand.”

She chuckles but doesn’t make a move for one. “And how old are those?”

“I bought them a couple of months ago. Just in case.”

“How forward-thinking of you,” she teases. “But we don’t need them. I got back on birth control.”

I smooth my hands down her spine. “And when did you do that?”

“A couple of months ago. Just in case.”

“Hmm,” I hum. “I think that was around the time you threw me a middle finger and told me to go fuck myself.”

“Yeah, and you deserved it.”

I huff a laugh because yeah . . . I did deserve it. I probably still deserve it, but I’m trying to not think about that while I have her naked and sitting on my lap.

Her hips start moving again, running over my length.

“Put me inside you and let me watch you do it.”

She moans at my words, her hips circling over me, and I’m sitting here fucking dying in anticipation. She lifts on her knees, taking my cock and running it over her core, coating me in her.

“You’re killing me.” I throw my head back to the headboard behind me. “Keep doing it.”

So she does, running herself over me, using her hand to stroke me in tandem. She taps the head of my cock against her clit, and it’s a maddening tease, but that’s nothing in comparison to when she lines me up with her entrance and sinks down only a centimeter or two.

It’s as if time stands still in that moment, like it’s the last-second reminder that we’re putting the past behind us and moving forward.

Hallie checks on me. I check on her.

Her legs are trembling from holding herself in place without sinking down, so I wrap an arm around her waist to hold her up, so she doesn’t have to. Then I lean in and kiss her collarbone before slowly lifting my hips.

I only go in an inch or so, letting her adjust slowly.

I try to focus on the way her pupils are blown out, on the way she can hardly catch her breath. But so much of my attention is locked in on how fucking unreal she feels.

“So good, baby,” I praise. “You’re doing so good.”

She reaches behind me, bracing her hands on the headboard to give herself leverage. “I have to go slow.”

“Take your time. You already feel incredible.”

I run a hand over her hips until my thumb grazes over her clit.

She moans, sinking down another inch.

“Good girl, Hal. Just like that.”

Cupping the back of her head, I pull her down to kiss me.

It’s hot, the way her tongue slips into the mouth when she drops another inch. The way she scratches the skin of my chest when she takes another.

But when she fully sits, letting me sink inside her . . . holy hell. There are no words to describe that.

Neither of us moves as we try to catch our breath. I hold her tightly to me, allowing her to get her bearings.

“Are you okay?” I ask quietly.

She nods, lifting her face away from me to smile. “Perfect.”

She rocks her hips forward, rubbing her clit against my pelvis. “That’s it,” I encourage. “Use me, Hallie. Make yourself feel good.”

She rocks back and forth in little motions, and it doesn’t take long before I can tell she’s close again. Which is for the best, because I know I’m not going to last long. As if we were thinking the same thing, she lifts up and drops back down, giving me the green light to go.

Two hands on her ass, I hold her in place as I push up into her, fucking her from underneath. I work us together, our sweat-slicked bodies clinging to one another. She latches her lips on my neck as the room fills with the sounds of slapping, wet skin, and I suck on her nipples as she adds her pretty little moans into the mix.