Fuck Them Out

My breath hitched at his words, heat pooling between my legs. The words hung in my throat; even as I opened my mouth to speak, I couldn't form a word.

Suddenly, I felt his body heat burning my back, his breath followed, flushing down my neck, and I felt something rough but soft.

His lips.

They moved, calculated, and careful as if trying to gauge how my body would react, if I would pull away but how could I? 

I've spent a whole fucking year without him, even though I grieved for what we lost, I still longed for him.

When I slept, when I was left alone with my thoughts and emotions to bury me.

And yet here he was… within reach. How could I say no to that?

"No," I replied. The next words caused my breath to quiver. "I wouldn't object."

A thick growl vibrated from deep within his throat. What happened next was so fast I couldn't think.