Pushing her panties to the side, I rubbed her slit and slowly slid two fingers into her tight heat. She arched her back and thrust her tits forward. I immediately latched on to one of her nipples and greedily sucked it deep into my mouth as I started moving my fingers inside of her.
“Fuck, Mace,” I groaned when she began moving her hips against my hand. I felt her walls tighten and quickly removed my fingers. “I don’t fucking think so. When you come, it’s going to be on my cock.”
I had been so focused on her, and how it felt to have her in my arms again, I hadn’t realized she’d been busy, too. “Okay,” she breathed as she used my shoulders to raise herself up. Then, she slid down my shaft in one slow glide, causing us both to groan.
She felt so fucking good. Better than I remembered. Better than anyone ever had. She rolled her hips as she moved over me, and I suddenly realized just why she felt so good.
Grabbing her hips, I stilled her movements, causing her to whine in protest. “Hang on, babe. I need to get a condom.”
She wiggled against me and clenched her inner muscles. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m clean. I got checked after I caught the bastard cheating on me.”
“Didn’t doubt that, Macy. I am, too, but I don’t want to get you pregnant,” I explained.
Her face fell, and she focused on something in the distance. “I can’t get pregnant,” she said quietly.
I opened my mouth, but before I could utter a sound, she added, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I remained quiet and waited for her to meet my eyes. When she finally did, I asked, “You sure?”
Her inner muscles tightened around me. I groaned in pleasure, and she grinned. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
After a brief moment of futilely arguing with myself, I released my grip on her hips and slapped her ass with one hand. “Ride me, Mace.”
And, fuck, did she ride me. It was all I could do to hold back my release until she got hers. The moment she did, I stood from the bike, bent her over the seat, and plunged back inside.
“You want to come again, baby?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Is that so? How many times?” I asked, just like I did every time we were together all those years ago.
“Fuck. Aaron, please.”
I pulled out and turned her around to face me. Hooking my arms under her knees, I lifted her hips and surged forward as she grabbed on to my shoulders.
“How many times, Mace?” I demanded, staring into her eyes.
I couldn’t stop the grin that overtook my face when she answered the same way she always had. “As many times as you can make me, Aaron.”
She held my gaze, and the uncharacteristic vulnerability in hers almost brought me to my knees. Instead, I slowed my movements and gently pressed my lips to hers.
“Macy, baby, I’m so fucking happy you’re back,” I confessed.
She pulled me closer and pressed her lips to mine as if I was going to disappear at any given moment. It wasn’t long before the salt from her tears invaded our kiss.
I significantly slowed my pace and tried to break the kiss, but she dug her fingernails into my scalp and locked her ankles behind my back. With my lips still pressed to hers, I asked, “How did we let this happen, Macy?”
She buried her face into my neck and clawed at my back as she started to sob. “I don’t know,” she cried. “I’m so fucking stupid.”
“No, baby. No. We were young. Too fucking young. And, shit, a lot happened that we didn’t know how to deal with. We can’t change the past, baby, but we do have a say in what happens next.”
“Aaron, what are—?”
“I want to give this a shot again. Me and you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”