Being in Xander's arms again and inhaling his scent brings back the old memory of when we were just Xander and Parker. When we were still madly in love and lust without worrying about the rest. We never got enough of each other. At every chance we had, he would spread my legs and fuck me senseless, no matter where we were and with whom. We were unstoppable.

I still remember our last intimacy before I dropped the bomb and left him the next day. I didn't fuck him, though. I made love to him, knowing that it would be our last. It was raw and passionate, as if my soul cracked open when he entered me. I also still remember the words escaping his mouth as he grunted in my ear while his dick thrust into me, claiming every inch of my being.

Those words haunt me forever.

After him, I haven't had the real urge to pursue emotional fulfillment through sex. I tried, but the old Parker died the day she left him.

But now the sensation rushes back in, waking up my familiar needs. Desire tingles my skin, and every cell in my body sparks with the craving for his touch.

I don't know how long we've been standing like this, where my breasts are pressed against his hard torso and his arms are on my back, securing me. What I know is our breaths have picked up the pace, and when I look up, his eyes are already boring into me. He's thinking what I'm thinking, but I know he's waiting for me to make the first move.

My gaze shifts to his lips; his delicious, inviting lips. Consequences be damned.

I tiptoe and close the distance between us, but before our skins are in contact, his hand is already holding the back of my head, locking me in place as he crashes his lips on mine with a groan. In one blink of an eye, our tongues find each other to reunite and relive our old connection.

He tastes sweet like I remember it. And the way he inserts his dominance when he sucks my tongue is always hot as hell. I deepen our kiss, wanting more of him, wanting all of him.

While still locking lips, we scramble to peel off our coats before he hauls me up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. The next thing I know, my back lands on my couch cushion with Xander's body trapping me beneath him.

He breaks our kiss, his breath heavy. "Don't expect me to be a gentleman, Parker. If you don't stop me now, then I won't until I'm inside you again."

His line is like fuel to my urges. I buck my pelvis to meet his groin, his hardness welcoming me. Fuck. I can't think straight. I should stop him, but the heat pooling between my legs wants him to keep doing what he's doing. I know I'm confused and scared now, but being in his arms again is what I want to feel at this very moment.

I respond to him by slipping my hands under his sweater and pulling it over his head. I want to see him.

Following my lead, his fingers skillfully undo my buttons. The dark pupils in his eyes dilate when my satin shirt slides open and reveals my plain black bra. "Fuck. I've missed this." He leans in and buries his face in between my swells, one hand stroking my abdomen and the other sneaking to unhook my bra. As soon as my boobs spring free, Xander kneads my tits and brings one nipple to his mouth.

A moan escapes my lips as the jolt sends more heat to my pussy. I've never been this wet for a very long time. My walls clench from the need to be stretched and filled. Screw foreplay. "Get off my tits. Get your dick out and fuck me now."

Xander glances up at me, and a smirk tugs on the corner of his lips as he gets up to unbuckle his belt and get rid of the rest of the garments. My eyes zero in on his throbbing shaft, the cock I've been fantasizing about each time I played with myself. It looks so much more luscious in real life. I peel off my clothes at the speed of light and position myself on my sofa chaise. I want us as bare as we were born when he's taking me; nothing stands between us.

Stroking his erection, he's taking in my naked body with lust. "I don't have condoms with me. But I know I'm clean."

"I don't fuck around anymore, so I guess we go bareback," I say, rubbing my swollen vulva. "I'm not fertile, but try not to cum inside."

Xander nods and joins me. As he settles in between my spread legs, his shaft slides along my wet slit, replacing my fingers. He slides back and forth and groans. "Fuck, Parker. You're drenched."

A shiver runs through my body at the contact. It's been so long. Too long. "Don't tease, Xander. Put it in now."

And he does. With one powerful thrust, his engorged cock slides to the hilt, deep inside my fuckhole. We grunt at the sensation.

"You're tighter than I remember," he croaks through his panting.

"I think I'm turning virgin again after years of celibacy." I take a deep breath and shift my hips slightly to adjust to his size. My pussy feels so damn full. "I need a bigger dildo from now on."

He drops his head into the crook of my neck and chuckles. "I still can pull out and go easy."

"Don't you dare."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Shut up and just finish me, Xander."

Carefully but with perfect pressure, he fists my hair and tilts my head to give his lips more access to my neck. "Fuck, Parker, I've missed you so much." He traces kisses on my neck and travels up to my jaw before capturing my lips again. "And I've missed this sassy mouth," he says, gently pulling his hips backward until only the tip of his cock remains inside, leaving me empty and needy. When his tongue slides between my parting lips, he plunges his length back inside, balls deep.

I squeal into his mouth, but he doesn't go slow this time. I'm still not fully comfortable with his size, but I also want this so badly. The pain and pleasure of his dick assaulting my cunt, hitting all the right spots, builds familiar ecstasy that only Xander can deliver. I slept with two guys after him, but they never met my expectations. They could never reach what Xander could.

After some time, I'm more adjusted to him, and he moves easily since my vagina releases more juice. He changes angles, speeds, and vigor while watching my reactions as if he wants to make sure my sweet spot is still where it used to be. And he gets it right because my walls start squeezing his cock to welcome my impending climax.

"Shit," Xander growls. "Your cunt is sucking me good. I won't last long if you keep doing that."

"I'm almost there. Don't slow down. Fuck me like you mean it."

I whimper as he speeds up, pinning me onto my couch, his ass rises and falls. My moans meet his groans each time our crotches slam into each other. My pussy tightens even more when the urge for release is getting unbearable.

"Xander... Oh. I'm..." Without warning, my body freezes. All my senses pulsate in my core. And then I shatter into a million pieces.

I'm coming undone.

I'm somewhere else right now, where it's just me and Xander, and our shared pleasure. I can finally forget about the rest and dissolve into our bliss.

"You're so beautiful when you're climaxing," he whispers. I feel his hand caressing my face. "I know you haven't changed. You're still the Parker I know."

His words yank me back to reality. When I open my eyes, I'm met with Xander's tender stare, and my chest nearly explodes at this intimate moment.

It's when I notice he's still inside me and not moving his hips. "You're not done yet."

"No." He thrusts again with slow, long strokes. "I wanted to watch you." He gradually picks up the pace, holding my legs wide open so that he can go as deep as possible. The sound of our wet genitals and our moans permeate the air like music to my ears. Just like the old times. "Cum again for me, Parker. Let's do it together this time."

My hand travels south, and my fingers start playing with my engorged clit. I'm still sensitive all over from my first orgasm, but I want to race with him and meet him at the finish line.

When I finally find my second explosion, Xander growls and quickly pulls out, followed by jets of semen landing on my clits and pelvis. He drops next to me to catch up with his breath once he empties himself. "That was...damn."

"Just like how I remember it," I reply, touching his cum with the tip of my finger and making a circle movement, outwardly, as if I'm drawing a spiral with white water paint on my skin. "You could have dumped this in my mouth. But now I will apply it on my skin like lotion."

He chuckles and props up into a sitting position with his back on me, since my couch is too narrow for us to lie next to each other. "It wouldn't have made it to your mouth. I might have even leaked some inside you. You should take a morning-after pill, just in case."

"Maybe."

He turns his head sideways to look at me. "I know you said you're not ovulating, but you can still get knocked up."

"Hmm. Then I'll bear our child."

He stares at my fingers and then at my face. "Parker, are you...okay?"

In truth, I don't know what to answer. I was more than alright when he touched me or kissed me. I was elevated when he made love to me. But when the bliss ended, and the reality took over, I was thrown back into the same dreadful dark pit I couldn't escape.

In all honestly, our lovemaking feels so much like the last night before I left him three years ago. It's intense yet aching because I'll need to pack my bags and leave once he returns to New York. And he'd better not find me this time.

"Parker?" Xander adjusts his sitting position to face me completely, his expression tense. "Don't you dare think of running away again. You know I won't let you this time. Not after this."