Chapter 85

"Maybe I was just waiting for you again," she said.

We made love. There was no other way to describe it. It was slow and tender. I stayed on top and stroked in and out of her lovingly. The old tricks of what turned her on and what pushed her closer to orgasm came back easily. I would give her a long, slow stroke, then follow it with the occasional sharp, quick thrust up toward her cervix, and it sent a shockwave of pleasure through her. We kept kissing. I licked her ears and neck. We built a wave of pleasure, pushing it higher and higher until it finally crashed over Jess. She put her arms around me and pulled me to her as her body seized up. She quivered and shuddered and held me close to her. Her moans turned sharper and louder as the orgasm persisted.

"Jesus Christ," she said, her body trembling with aftershocks, "that was so intense. I missed what you do to me. I missed every little bit of it."

I kissed her and said, "Welcome