She sobbed with need. “Want you…”
“I’ve got you,” he promised.
His fingers pushed up the wide leg of her shorts and found her slippery entrance, already swollen with desire.
“God damn it,” he groaned, his voice hoarse. “Missed your sweet honey on my fingers.”
He shifted, his fingers sliding out of her so he could lick them clean. Then he firmly removed her fingers from his cock, yanked her shorts off, and lifted her hips in his hands.
The way he paused for a moment, his eyes closed, she wasn’t sure if he was going to continue. If maybe this was too much, too intimate, for a moment they were both probably trying to shove into memory banks even as it was happening.
Then he closed the gap and licked slowly between her folds, all the way to her clit. Where he stopped, inhaled deeply, and fell on her, pulling her whole sex into his mouth. Lips, clit, and dripping wet entrance, all consumed at once, before he pulled off, grinning, and found her gaze. Holding her attention like a hypnotist, he sucked each individual part of her, his gaze growing hotter and more dangerous as she rocketed towards an orgasm.
“Josh,” she pleaded.
He pressed her thighs apart, then casually spread his hand exactly where she needed it, and dropped his thumb just to the right of her clit.
Her magic spot.
Even after three years, he knew exactly how to get her off.
One well-timed roll of his thumb and she snapped her hips up off his hands, as if the orgasm he’d just given her could make her take flight.
“Yes, baby. That’s it. Look at you…I love making you come.” He caught her in the air and pressed his cheek against her thigh, his breath hot against her spread wide sex. “So fucking pretty. Can you give me another one?”
“No.”
He laughed. “Yes you can.”
“Josh!” She was still twitching. “Please, let me make you come, too.”
He climbed up her body, letting her touch him again. She teased her fingers over his belly until his body went hard as a rock, until every bit of him was on edge, and then she slid her hand into his sweatpants.
The tip of his cock was wet, and she whimpered at how rewarding that was to feel against her fingers.
She missed sex so much. Making someone else come was so much more fun than getting herself off. And feeling his arousal was a promise—that if she kept it up, she’d get a reward.
And it had been three long years since she’d had any kind of reward.
Josh braced himself above her as she slowly jerked him between their bodies. At first, her hand worked inside his sweats, but as he grew and her strokes got faster, her hand pulled him out of the soft confines, and then his pre-come started streaking against her belly.
He yanked up his shirt.
She hitched her legs higher around his hips.
He thrust his cock through the tight grip of her hand, pulling his balls up tight against her still twitching pussy.
“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are,” he whispered. “Do you know how sexy that is?”
She stroked him harder.
He braced himself on one arm, his fingers right beside her face, brushing her cheek. With the other hand, he traced down her body, pinching her nipples and then sliding down to her clit.
“Josh,” she moaned. She meant it as a warning—please, let us be even here—but it came out sounding like a plea. Simplyplease.
“Shhh,” he murmured, covering her mouth with his.
He slid a finger inside her, fucking her with his hand in time with his hand through her fist. Up against her belly. Wet sounds, slick sensations everywhere.
