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Tatum
We made it back to the cabin in record time, and Murphy pressed me against the front door.
My knees went weak, and I held onto his shirt to steady myself.
Murphy’s thumb brushed my cheek, and his eyes connected with mine.
“We doing this?” he asked.
I chewed on my bottom lip and nodded. “Yes.” I needed Murphy more than I needed my next breath.
He pulled me to him, jammed the key into the lock, and we stumbled into the cabin. Murphy grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up with such force that I didn’t have any choice but to raise my arms.
His hands went to the buttons on his new shirt, but he gave up after that. “Fuck it,” he growled. He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me into his arms. He stalked down the hallway and into the bedroom. As quickly as he picked me up, I was down on the bed with Murphy on top of me. “Been waiting five years for this. I never forgot you, Tatum.”
I reached up and cupped his cheek. “It’s always been you, Murphy. No one could ever compare to you.”
He pressed a kiss to my palm and then trailed kisses down my arm. He pulled the cup of my bra down and twisted his head down to cover my nipple with his mouth. “So fucking sweet,” he breathed against my skin.
“Oh god,” I moaned. I arched my back and pressed my body to him. His hands went to the waist of my pants, and he tugged them down. His hand pushed my underwear down, and he cupped my wet pussy.
“Wet for me,” he growled. His middle finger slid between my lips, and I gasped at the electric current racing through me.
“Murphy,” I gasped. Oh. My. God. I remembered we were great together five years ago, but I had forgotten just how good.
His fingers started moving, touching, pinching, and sliding while his mouth tugged on my nipple. With each pull on my nipple, more wetness surged between my legs. His other hand rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger while I just struggled not to come right then and there. It had been a long time since anyone had made me feel the way Murphy did.
My hips bucked into his touch, and I dug my heels into the bed.
His mouth left my nipple and came to mine.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growled while his fingers brought me closer to the edge.
“Murphy,” I gasped.
“More?”
“Please.”
“You’re going to come all over my hand, and then I’m going to bury my dick so deep inside we won’t be able to tell where you end and I begin.”
My arms moved around his shoulders, and my hips moved with his hand. “Yes,” I moaned. I wanted all of that and anything else Murphy would give me.
His fingers moved fast, my orgasm rushing over me. His hand left my nipple and delved into my hair. His lips assaulted mine, mimicking the swirls and licks his fingers were doing. “Mine,” he growled against my lips. “You’ve always been mine.”
“Yes,” I cried out, my orgasm washing over me like a rogue wave, covering me and taking my breath away.
“Good girl,” Murphy whispered. His hand left my pussy, and he got on his knees between my legs. I watched in a haze as he worked his pants off and tossed them on the floor. He finished pulling my pants off, and they joined his on the floor.
“Spread wide for me, baby girl,” he ordered.
I spread my legs and waited.
Murphy hesitated, his eyes running over my body before him.
“I’m yours,” I whispered. He wasn’t touching me, but I felt him all over me.
His eyes heated with lust, and he slowly moved over me. He wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed gently. “My baby girl,” he whispered. His hand moved down, trailing his fingertips between my breasts, down my stomach. “Mine.”
Murphy was the only one for me. I couldn’t deny it.
“I need you, Murphy,” I pleaded. His hands had made me come, but now I needed all of him.
His body moved over mine, and he pushed into me like we were puzzle pieces made for each other.
“Yes,” I breathed into his ear.
My hips moved with his thrusts, taking him deep and needing more. My knees lifted, his thrusts hitting deeper.
God, this felt good. Murphy felt good.
My hands glided down his back, and I trailed my nails back up.
I lifted my hips and wrapped my legs around him.
His thrusts quickened, and a growl rumbled from his lips.
“Faster, faster,” I pleaded. “I’m close.” It had been so long since I felt Murphy, and it was too much. I couldn’t handle it.
My orgasm washed over me again, and Murphy followed behind. His deep, guttural groans urged me on. I dug my heels into his back and arched into him. “Yes,” I shouted. His weight bore down on me while he tried to catch his breath.
“Fucking hell,” he gasped. Sweat beaded on his brow, and his breathing slowed. “Mine.” He whispered it like a vow.
He shifted some of his weight onto his forearm and rolled to the side. He tucked me to his side, and I laid my head on his chest.
“I missed that,” he whispered.
I nodded and pressed a kiss to his skin. “So good.”
He reached out, grabbed the blanket's corner, and pulled it over us.
“Everything okay?” I asked. I knew I was great, but I guess I needed to hear it from Murphy.
“Oh yeah.”
“Positive?” I asked softly.
“My dick wet from your pussy and my come inside you? Fuck yeah, baby girl. I’m great.”
Well then.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“You good?”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “Never better.” And I hadn’t been. Not five years ago. Not when Murphy had left me, and I figured out my life.
Right here, right now. This was the best I had ever been, and I hoped that feeling never went away.