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intense connection more. I sat down hard and screamed as the thick, corded shaft entered me sharply. Air left my lungs as my center clenched and pulsated around his rigid length inside me. Falling forward, I centered my palm flat on his chest over his heart and looked into his bright green eyes.
    “Wes”—I patted his chest—“you’re real.”
    “And you’re a sight for sore eyes.” He inhaled, his eyes telling me everything. How much he missed me. His desire for me. And how the love we had brought him home. “Christ, you’re insanely beautiful.” His grip tightened around the fleshy part of my hips, bruising in its intensity.
    I didn’t care. I wanted his mark on me. Knowing he’d given it to me physically meant he was home, there in person to give it. I’d never let him go again.
    Wes moved his hands to my tank top, and I lifted it over my head and tossed it aside. Then I rocked against him. He sucked a breath between his teeth and closed his eyes.
    “Don’t close your eyes!” My voice shook.
    Wes licked his lips, pressed me up so that his dick was just barely in me before letting gravity take over and I slammed back down. We both gasped at the depth. His cock swelled as I squeezed.
    “Why, baby?” he asked, thrusting up into me. His rock-hard cock grated along the perfect spot inside.
    I caressed his face, touching each of his features with my fingertips, making sure he was real. When I got to his lips, he sucked and nibbled at my fingers, sending a jolt of pure ecstasy through me. My pussy clamped down, and moisture slickened the area where our bodies met.
    Rocking back and forth, up and down, he let me set the pace.
    “Why?” he asked again, toying with my nipples, plucking and elongating them into painful points begging for the warmth of his mouth.
    Centering my hands on his chest, I lifted up and crashed down, grinding my clit into his pelvic bone. “Shit, sweetheart. You’re going to make me come.”
    “That’s the plan.” Along with the distraction from his question.
    Wes wouldn’t have it. He secured my waist on the down-stroke, preventing me from moving. It was like being tacked to the wall, only I was pinned with a giant throbbing succulent piece of male flesh. I whimpered, stuffed so full, but being denied the pleasure of riding him until I came.
    “Tell me.”
    I rolled my head, loosening the tension in my neck that felt like it had been there my entire life. “Baby, in my dreams, our eyes are closed,” I said simply. It was an answer, vague, hiding the truth.
    “Did you dream about me a lot?” His question surprised me, went right to the heart of the nagging fear that I was experiencing now. I would wake up alone, broken, and with a hole in my heart so large the entire Pacific Ocean could pour in and not drown me.
    At first I didn’t answer until he stirred his dick within me, stroking in a circular pattern, making my clit throb and the rest of my body quake. “Did you, sweetheart?”
    I nodded and bit my lip, enjoying every twitch inside. I never wanted him to leave my body. If I was honest, I never wanted him to leave. Period.
    “Did you come thinking of me?” His eyes blazed a darkening forest green, the pupils widening.
    I sighed and relaxed when he let me shimmy my hips, hunting and pecking for the tiniest bit of relief.
    Inhaling softly, I answered him. I’d do anything for him, even if it embarrassed me. He’d come home. “Sometimes. Mostly, you’d vanish, and I’d be in a strange bed alone.”
    He gripped my hips, helped push me up, and controlled my pace as I came down, inch by inch. His fat cock pushed through sensitive tissues slowly, sending tingles of my impending orgasm through my core.
    “Don’t close your eyes,” I said again.
    “I’m not going anywhere.”
    Wes lifted up and shoved himself back until his upper body rested against headboard. His dick went impossibly deep and I gasped, dropping my head back, the length of my hair falling down,