Harry’s face rose from tonguing her wetness. “Say something?”

Melanie panted, “Don’t stop. Just passing thoughts.”

Her body shuddered as he probed again from clit to entry.

Full of regrets, she needed this. Her hands and voice urged him, “In me.”

Lips tracing up over breasts and nipples, he growled, “We still mouth each other exquisitely.”

Words so ecstatic, cock so gorgeous, her juiciness deeply ploughed, Melanie’s hips heaved, her feelings undeniable.

Over her, he smiled, “God’s gift; our meeting on that train.”

“Rekindling this magic.”

“Why did we ever--?”

“No blame now. O-o-o-only this rapture.”

“And our future.”