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his shoulders and growled, “Not this time, Sinclair. Don't get me wrong. I adore what you're doing, but I need more."
    "More?” he said, looking happy and dazed.
    "Yes,” Kylie said, taking her toes and running them over the bulging fly of his slacks. “And if I remember correctly, I couldn't handle much more than what you have to give.” She giggled. Kylie felt free for the first time in years. To laugh with him again. To joke with him as they used to. The fear was still there, lurking to the sides of her emotions, but it would fade. With Wade, the fear never stood a chance. She took a deep breath, laughing a little harder. Her heart was light with the happiness she felt.
    "Right,” he said, eagerly, stripping in mere minutes. “I don't—” He frowned, glancing around.
    "I'm on the pill.” Kylie laughed again at his look of befuddlement. “Now hurry up and get over here.” She eyed his cock and licked her lips. “I've waited long enough. I think I may have set a record in waiting."
    Kylie moaned at the warm smoothness of his skin. She grasped his hard cock, stroking its silky length, running her thumb over the swollen head. It was Wade's turn to moan.
    "Sweet Jesus,” he hissed.
    "Let's leave him out of this,” she murmured. “You feel so good."
    "Yes. Yes I do.” He grinned. “Better than ever when you do that thing you're doing."
    "You mean this?” Kylie asked coyly, increasing her tempo. Giving him a little squeeze.
    "Ooh, now I remember."
    "What?"
    "How good you are at pushing me over the edge,” he hissed and pulled his erection from her soothing fingers.
    His hardness traced her labia, ran over her clit, and finally started a maddening circling pattern around her opening.
    "Not fair!"
    "No?"
    "Definitely not,” Kylie said, thrusting with desperation toward his cock. He was teasing her.
    "I give,” Wade said and slid into her with a sigh. The length of him filled her, stretching her for just a moment. Kylie sucked in a breath and felt her body adjust to accommodate him. And then he was liquid steel, thrusting into her. His face a mask of seriousness, his eyes dark and intent. “I missed this,” he said, his eyes rolling back just a touch.
    Kylie couldn't answer around the lump that had magically filled her throat. Tears pricked her eyes and she closed them to steady herself. It seemed like ages since they had been this close. Since their bodies had mingled and danced and arched. She remembered the feeling now. The feeling of being one with Wade. She took in a deep breath and steadied her beating heart. Part of her almost felt as if she were dreaming. It couldn't possibly be them together again. But it was and that made her throat close up even more. She had him back. Finally, he was back where he belonged.
    "You okay?” he said against her ear, kissing her neck as he drove into her. Pushing her higher and farther with each stroke. She felt her willing flesh clamp around him, mold to him, hug him with each thrust.
    Kylie nodded because she didn't trust her voice. The lump in her throat had doubled in size and she felt a single tear escape no matter how hard she squinted. Wade became still, his heat hovering over her. She opened her eyes.
    "You're crying. Did I hurt you?"
    "No.” Still he remained unmoving, staring at her with worried eyes. Kylie put her hands to his hips and pulled him forward, pushing her pelvis up and against him. Forcing him to move deep inside of her.
    Wade bit his lip. Closed his eyes. Shook his head. It was clear he was trying to control his urge to move with her, into her.
    "I'm just happy.” She sighed, pushing up a little harder. Her movements became aggressive and desperate. She could feel the velvety head of his cock brushing the hidden source of her pleasure. Heat coursed through her lips, burning in the pit of her stomach as her pussy started a tentative flutter of orgasm.
    "You always cry when you're happy?” he asked, giving up the fight and meeting her thrust