“No divorce talk in this bed.” He flicked open the button on her jeans and slid his hand in to cup her pussy possessively. She was warm and soft, and where his middle finger slotted right against the puffy seam of her sex, she was already slippery for him. He groaned. “Only this,” he murmured as he leaned down to take her mouth. He kissed her hard. Thoroughly, ravishingly hard. “Only you and me, separate from all of the external complications.”
There was a part of him that wished they’d stuck to a secret, private affair. He would have had her longer that way. Maybe he would still be her dirty secret, and fuck, he would take that.
He would take this, even if it was impossible to not touch her out there in the world, if it was all he could have.
The truth was, he didn’t want anything else. Anyone else. All he wanted was Monica, however he could have her.
He dragged his finger up that puffy seam, dragging her arousal up to where her clit was nestled between her pussy lips.
She jolted against his touch, but his hand was firmly wedged in her jeans, and she couldn’t get away from his fingers.
“Ahh, you feel good,” he groaned. “So wet for me. Are you always this wet, baby?”
“No.” She trembled beneath him. “Only for you.”
“Tell me you missed me.”
Her eyes found his. “I missed you.”
“Tell me what you need now.”
She whimpered. “You. Just you.”
“How do you want to come? On my fingers?”
She reached for his belt. “Josh…”
He still didn’t have any protection. Could have grabbed some this morning, and he didn’t think of it.
Fuck. “Anything but that.”
She bit her lower lip. “Because you don’t have any condoms.”
“Yes.”
Her eyes were wide and almost glazed over. “Why don’t you?”
He eased his hand out of her jeans and tugged them down her hips. He needed her bare for him. He knew she was waiting for an answer, but instead, he kissed from one hip bone across to the other, his lips ghosting over her bare belly.
“I like this spot here,” he told her as he drifted back to the centre of her torso, just below her belly button. “Right here. When I’m inside you, I can feel you squeezing around me.”
He slid his fingers into her again, thrusting them all the way deep, and pressed up. Her belly lifted to meet his lips.
“Oh.” Her mouth fell open and she cried out, her hands coming up to clutch his head. “Josh.”
“I don’t have any condoms,” he whispered. “Because I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
Her shocked exhale was the only sound in his bedroom.
Her pussy contracted around his fingers. He pulled them out, until his fingertips teased her entrance, then thrust in again.
Kissed the rise of her belly, then lower. Lower, lower…until he could lick her clit and make her cry out.
“I want you to come for me.” Another lick. “I want you to come, thinking about how the only pussy I want on my tongue is yours.”
“Josh…”
“You like my mouth on you.” He licked her again, savouring her musky sweet taste. “You love it when I suck this hard, pink clit…” She wrenched her hips off the bed and screamed his name. She came in long, shuddering waves that left her gasping.
