His hands slide into the back of my scrub pants, cupping my ass and rocking the lower half of my body against his hardness until I moan.

“You love my charm, admit it,” he tells me softly, leaning up to kiss me.

I hear the hint of a southern twang in his voice and my body warms. Even though he grew up in California, his time in the military was spent mostly in the South and he picked up a slight accent that comes out on occasion when he’s half asleep or trying to get into my pants.

I forget about the house that isn’t ours, being built on the land where we dreamed about the future. I forget about everything but the man beneath me and everything he means to me.

“I just love you, Cole. Everything about you.”

His lips make their way across my cheek and down my neck as he inches my pants down.

“Say it again,” he whispers against my neck.

“I love you,” I whisper right back.

“Don’t ever stop,” he demands softly as I lift my hips and help him get my pants the rest of the way down.

I shake my head and smile down at him. “Never.”

He quickly rolls me over on the mat until he’s hovering over top of me, his brown eyes boring into me with all of the love and passion I’ve missed in the last year.

He rolls his hips, every hard inch of him sliding against the lace of my underwear until I moan his name.

“Your knee,” I mumble distractedly as he continues to push and slide between my legs.

He leans down, resting more of his weight on top of me and I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him harder against me.

“My knee is fine. Don’t worry about my knee.”

He kisses his way down my body, his tongue swirling around my lace-covered nipple before he continues on, licking and kissing the skin of my stomach and around my belly button until my hips arch up to meet his mouth.

I’m worried about the weight he’s putting on his knee. I’m afraid he’s going to injure himself and set our therapy back, but right now, I can’t bring myself to stop him. All I can think about is how good it feels to have his hands slide my panties down my legs, his mouth hovering right over my clit so I can feel his warm breath whisper against me.

His hands run up the inside of my thighs until his thumbs glide through my center, spreading me open for him. I want to squeeze my eyes closed in anticipation of what he’s about to do to me, but I won’t let myself. I push up on my elbows and watch him as he dips down, his tongue making the lightest of contact as it slides through me. I whimper when he pulls back, my hips arching forward, begging for more. I need this. I need him. I need the pleasure only Cole can bring me. The sight of his head between my legs is almost enough to push me right over the edge, but I need more. I need everything.

“Please, Cole,” I beg softly, my hands threading through his hair, urging him closer.

One more long, achingly slow lick of his tongue and I can’t help it. I close my eyes and let my head fall back. He takes his time when I want nothing more than for him to speed up and give me release from this pressure that’s building all through my body. His tongue swirls around my clit, sucking it into his mouth as one of his fingers slowly enters me and I’m lost. I’m not conscious of the moans and words that are flying out of my mouth as he devours me with his lips and tongue and my hips thrust against him.

He kisses and sucks gently while his finger pumps hard and deep. My whole body is on fire and, as much as I need to come, I never want it to end. The scruff on his face scratches against me, enhancing the experience, and I shout with pleasure when he adds a second finger and sucks on my clit harder. He’s always known exactly how to touch me and I’ve missed the feel of his lips and tongue so much that I want to cry. My clit tingles and throbs as he swirls his tongue around it over and over until there’s no stopping the orgasm that explodes out of me. I’m loud and vocal through my release, clutching roughly to his hair to keep him in place while I ride the wave of pleasure, wishing it would never end. I feel myself pulsing against his tongue while my hips jerk erratically, trying to prolong this feeling rushing through my body.

Cole moves faster than I thought he could with his bad knee, sliding up my body and pushing his gym shorts down just enough to free his cock. He pushes into me with one hard thrust, both of us moaning at how good it feels.

I bring his face to mine, running my tongue along his lips, tasting myself on him as he drives himself into me so hard that our bodies move up the mat on the floor. I hook my ankles around him, digging the heels of my feet into his ass, urging him to move faster and harder. I don’t need slow and gentle. I don’t need to be treated like I’m a piece of glass. I need to feel him slamming into me, taking my body so roughly he leaves behind bruises. I need to feel alive and Cole is the only one who can do that for me.

His tongue darts through my mouth as his hips piston between my legs. My thighs ache as they squeeze around his hips and it’s the best feeling in the world, aside from his cock filling me and claiming me as his. I’ll never get enough of this. I’ll never stop wanting to feel him driving into me, thrusting in and out of me like he can’t get deep enough, can’t push hard enough.

Our tongues tangle together and I wrap my arms around him, pulling his body as close to mine as I can as he moves even faster and harder between my thighs. My second orgasm flows through me suddenly as his groin slams repeatedly against my clit with each thrust. He pushes himself deep and holds still as he comes inside of me, moaning into my mouth as we continue our kiss and his entire body shakes with the force of his orgasm.