I closed the door with my foot, lockin’ it behind us. Then turned to her.

“Strip,” I said, voice deep and low like a bassline.

She blinked, bit her lip. “Here?”

“Right here,” I nodded, steppin’ closer, hands slidin’ up her waist, thumb grazin’ the hem of her shirt. “I wanna see you take it off slow. I wanna watch every inch of you show up for me.”

She shivered. That blush crept up her cheeks, but her hands moved — pulled her shirt over her head, let her bra fall to the floor, jeans next. The whole time, I ain’t take my eyes off her. She was art, and I was starvin’.

“Turn around, mama,” I whispered, hand slidin’ over the curve of her hip. She did what I asked, steppin’ out her last piece of fabric like she was born for me. I slid my fingers down her spine, feelin’ her shiver again. My lips followed, kissin’ along her shoulder, her back, down to the dip of her waist.

She turned back to face me, eyes heavy, chest risin’.

“My turn,” I muttered.

I peeled my shirt off slow, unbuckled my belt without rush, lettin’ my jeans drop taking my shoes off with them. I saw the way she watched me. Like she ain’t never seen me before even though I’d been inside her soul more times than I could count.

She stepped to me first.

Hands on my chest.

“I miss you,” she whispered.

That broke somethin’ in me.

I grabbed her face, kissed her hard — the kind of kiss that mean “I’m here, baby” and “I’m sorry I ever wasn’t.” Our mouths met like they knew each other’s rhythm already. Her hands slid down my sides, grip tight like she tryna hold me in place. I picked her up, carried her to that bed and laid her down like she was glass and fire at the same time.

I kissed down her stomach, took my time — every spot I missed all week got attention. Her thighs trembled, her breath caught. I ain’t even get inside her yet and she was already whisperin’ my name like a prayer.

When I finally lined myself up, I looked in her eyes and paused.

“You sure?” I asked, voice cracked with emotion and heat.

“Zeus…” she whispered, pullin’ me closer, legs wrap tight around my waist. “I want you. All of you.”

I slid in slow, both of us breathin’ hard. She clenched around me like her body was made for mine. I kissed her neck, her jaw, her shoulder — every stroke matched the heartbeat between us. No rush. No ego. Just two people lovin’ in silence and breath.

She moaned into my mouth, hips meetin’ mine like she couldn’t get close enough. Her nails dug into my back, her thighs locked around me tighter. And I gave her everything.

“Say it,” I whispered against her lips.

“I love you,” she breathed out, cryin’ and smilin’ all at once.

I kissed her deeper.

“I need you,” she said again, voice breakin’.

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