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control the ache that was building up, I arched my breasts till they were rubbing against his shirt, hoping that would tame my need for him to be in me. I hadn’t wanted any other man as much as I wanted him right now. The previous rejection I attempted was quickly forgotten. I could only see him, nothing else existed.
    My hands were still itching with the need to touch more of him. They wouldn’t be satisfied until they felt rock hard flesh. I slid my hands from around his neck and let them lay flat on his iron shoulders, squeezing, testing to see if he was real.
    Satisfied that the man I had above me wasn’t a mirage, I let my hands lead down to his chest. The massive muscles clenched under my gentle touch, so solid and warm even through his shirt. I was on autopilot, all of my actions out of my control. Of their own volition, my hands floated down further, working over the ridges of his stomach. My subconscious took over doing what it wanted.
    The intense itch that was making me want to scream started to subside, but the need lingered, not yet satisfied. Slowly, I rubbed back and forth on his rock hard stomach, enjoying the feel of them under my palms. While touching him, I felt like I was dying from heat and thirst. The ripples reminded me of the dips and rises of the Sahara.
    He felt like a stranger, but one I definitely wanted to know better. Not someone I’d dated for five years.
    The surge of need to feel closer overtook me. Leaning up, pressing my breasts to his rugged chest once more, I took his face between my hands, kissing those lips that had been over half my body. Hard urgency I had been able to hold back till now came pouring out, taking him off guard.
    Somewhere in the cloud of desire that was swirling around us, I found the power to stop. Before he had a chance to reciprocate, I yanked myself away, not finished with my exploration of the god that hung above me. There was so much more I wanted to feel.
    My greedy hands committed his chest and stomach to memory, continuing on a downward path with my eyes following. His rigid muscles tensed under me, making me look up to meet his gaze again.
    He was in control when he first showed up, but now it was my turn to take what I wanted, and I wasn’t taking any prisoners. I lightly skimmed over the outside of his very tight jeans, delicately grazing over the thick bulge.
    “Oh, God, John.” I closed my eyes tipping my head back, breaking our connection and took in a deep breath, my breasts rubbed harder against John’s still clothed chest. The already tender nipples puckered more in response to his body. With my index finger, I slowly traced the outline of his cock, letting the palm of my hand trail behind as I went. A soft groan escaped my lips as he grew even more under my touch.
    I bit my lip to stop any more noises from escaping.
    John rested his forehead against mine. “Faith, I’ve missed you so much,” he said, letting out a painful groan.
    He buried his face in the crook of my neck kissing and licking in slow desperation up to a sensitive spot he knew I had under my ear. His hips rolled with my touch.
    His hand moved to one breast, needing more from me, tweaking and rolling my nipple. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing me back into a frenzy. He couldn’t get enough of me, or from me. He had to have contact with my skin in some way. It had been too long. We were on a sinking ship and he was doing all he could to make us stay afloat. If we stopped the contact, we would drown for sure.
    “It’s always been you Faith,” he whispered. “And it can be us again now that I’ve found you.”
    His words were like a cold pail of water dumping all over me, making me stop what I had been doing. It couldn’t be us again. Not now. Not ever. I can’t be doing this to him again.
    I slipped out from under John’s hard body and harder stare, fumbling as I went. John was left hovering over, his eyes closed in frustration.
    I sat up, filling an open