Chapter 08.02 (18+)

On Friday evening, I went to my girlfriend’s place for an early dinner. She had set the table and prepared a meal, looking just as stunning as she had every other day that week.

I handed her the flowers I’d brought, kissed her after slipping off my shoes, and she smiled.

“Sit down,” she said, gesturing toward the dining table.

“Babe.” I grinned as she started serving, but I didn’t sit. “You do realize that dinner doesn’t necessarily mean dinner?” I laughed.

“I thought you were hungry,” she said, cheeks heating as I wrapped my arms around her from behind.

“Put everything in the fridge,” I murmured, trailing slow kisses up her neck. “We won’t be eating for a while. I’m craving something else more.”

Within minutes, the table was cleared. We kissed breathlessly as I led her to the bedroom. She unbuttoned my shirt while I tugged at hers. I pushed her skirt down impatiently, my hands greedy, while she slipped out gracefully, smirking at my rush.

When we reached her bed, I laid her down and slid beside her, both of us left in only our underwear.

“I missed you,” she whispered against my lips.

“I’m sorry for being an idiot,” I murmured back, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside without breaking the kiss.

My mouth wandered down her body, licking the valley of her breasts until she groaned, her back arching. I sucked at one nipple, whispering against it, “I missed you,” before teasing it harder with my tongue. Jenny’s fingers traced fire across my skin, her breathing sharp and needy as I moved to the other breast.

“I missed you too,” I said against her nipple, drawing a moan from her lips.

“They also missed you,” she teased breathlessly.

Her thong came next, sliding off her hips as I kissed every inch of new skin. She lifted to help me, trembling as I slowed, savoring her curves, her heat.

I was already aching, but I made myself taste her lightly—just a graze of my tongue across her clit.

“No,” she gasped suddenly. “Please don’t…”

I stopped instantly, climbing up to her lips. “Babe, what’s wrong? You don’t want to?”

Her face burned. “I want you so badly,” she whispered. “But this year was long for me too. I want to feel you first.” Her hand slipped down, closing around my hardness through my boxers. The slow, teasing stroke nearly undid me.

I groaned against her mouth. “If that’s what you want…” I tore my boxers off. “But I’m tasting you later, and you won’t escape it.”

“I want you to,” she whispered, spreading herself wide, pulling me between her legs.

I kissed her breasts again as I pressed forward, sliding inside slowly, deeply. Her cry tore through the room as she clenched around me so tightly I froze.

“Is something wrong, Babe?” I whispered in her ear.

“N-no,” she stammered, blushing furiously. “Do you remember… your bathroom? Just—go on.”

I smiled at the memory, kissed her neck, and started moving. Her hips rose to meet mine, guiding me, her body demanding more. Soon she tightened again, shuddering as her orgasm hit, sharp and fast, her voice breaking into gasps.

It wasn’t the same sound I remembered, so I reached down, circling her clit. She screamed, trembling violently as another climax ripped through her.

“There’s still more,” I whispered into her mouth.

“The last one’s coming,” she moaned, her eyes half-wild.

I quickened my pace, grinding deep. Her head fell back, throat bare for me to kiss—just as she always did when she was about to lose herself completely. Her body clamped down around me with brutal force, and her scream filled the room as she shattered again.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Jenny—” I groaned, thrusting hard, spilling deep inside her as the pleasure ripped me apart.

We didn’t speak, only kissed, clinging desperately while the aftershocks rolled through us, our bodies still pulsing together long after the first wave had passed.

“Thank you for coming back to me,” I murmured, stroking her shoulder as Jenny collapsed beside me after our final ‘review’ session.

“I just hope we won’t end up regretting this,” she said softly.

I grinned. “Judging by the last few hours, you didn’t seem the least bit regretful.”

She laughed, nudging me with her foot. “We won’t,” I said gently. “This past year was a wake-up call. I love you, and I’ll never let myself forget how much you mean to me.”

“You know today is our anniversary?” I asked suddenly, glancing at the clock.

“I know,” she said with a smile. “This was a... creative celebration.”

“It was perfect,” I corrected her. Then added, “But will you still come to dinner with me?”

“I will,” she said. “At least we’ll get dressed for that one.”

“It’ll be a quick dinner, then,” I laughed, pulling her into a long, deep kiss.