Guy nodded. “Okay.”
A moment of tension passed between us, lightning bolts of need crackling in our stare. I wanted it, of course. I wanted to be able to surrender and say yes and just be with him, but I was so afraid of the pain.
But the need surged on.
The need broke me.
I smashed my face to his, pulling our lips together and rolling him to his back. His tongue met mine in a rush, my heartthreatening to crack my breastbone with its thunderous force. Guy held me like I was something precious, his hands gripping my ribs, moaning into my mouth. He shifted to have a hand across my back and the other stroking down my spine, so tender and gentle with me.
My hips sought him in a rhythm, grinding my center against his hardness while our kisses tore on. Biting, sucking, strokes of the tongue to soothe. Unfettered desire.
Guy’s hands shook as he groped at my bra closure, just like they had the first time we were together. Without breaking our kiss, I reached back to take over, shoving the offending fabric out of the way.
“Kitty,” he yelped out in desperation. “I need to see you.”
“Not as bad as I need to feel you,” I replied, sitting up briefly before shifting down his body.
“Not fair. I need you first,” he said, clawing at my arms to attempt to pull me back up.
“69?” I offered.
Guy broke a smile as I lowered the waistband of his underwear, freeing him and meeting that part of him again. I stroked him like my life depended on it, like I needed to touch him more than I needed to breathe. While I waited for his answer, I took matters into my own hands. Or my own mouth.
The taste of his precum on my tongue was a homecoming I didn’t expect. I groaned with a mouth full of Guy, not realizing how even little things like that were missing in my life. I felt the rush of blood flow to his dick and more precum that matched his satisfied growl. I needed that. Needed him. Wasn’t sure how I’d been without him all that time.
“Kitty baby, you know you go first,” he said, darkness tinging his tone. “You’d better do as I say.”
I looked him in the eye and spat on his dick in response, adding impossible wetness. I wanted him to give me his worst.
“That was your last warning,” he said, tracing a finger along myjaw. “Get up here.”
Meeting his fiery gaze, I wiped my lips and crawled back up his body. A powerful smack landed against my backside, a hiss escaping me. I panted in Guy’s face, my jaw falling open.
“If you don’t want another of those, you’d better sit my favorite pussy in the world on this face.”
I did as he asked, mostly because having Guy’s mouth back on me in that way was preferable to his spanks, no matter how pleasurable those were. I rested my bottom on his chest, my knees next to his head. Guy inhaled sharply.
“My favorite scent, Birdy,” he said with reverence. “For years I’ve tried to remember everything about you.”
“How’d you do?”
“There’s nothing like the real you,” he said, drawing a finger down my slit and making me shiver. “It’s your taste that haunts me the most.”
His eyes cut to the headboard. “Better hold on.”
Guy’s tongue sank into me, and it’s like he forgot nothing. He remembered exactly how I liked it, something no one else mastered like he did. He sucked on me, alternating broad strokes of his tongue with teasing flicks. His hands found my thighs, pushing me open wider as my hands gripped the headboard. His eyes met mine, then followed his hands over my breasts, down to my ass. I sighed out his name, overwhelmed as my orgasm loomed. I bucked into his face, fully riding him as a long moan of encouragement left him.
I’d had good times with other guys and even felt bonded during sex, but nothing compared to the sacred intimacy that Guy and I shared. Sometimes it was a treacherous high, but always with a soft net to catch me. Guy was both danger and security. I came, completely breathless in a shaking, quivering rush of emotions.
“Nobody does it like you, Guy. No one,” I breathed as I came down.
“Because nobody knows you like I do,” he said. “We belong toeach other.”
He was campaigning for what he wanted, hard. I wanted it, too, but I still didn’t see how it could all work. Between that and my orgasm, I was wiped out. I climbed off his chest and laid down beside him.
“Good?”
“You know it was,” I teased. “But I need a minute. It’s really intense being back like this.”
