He lifted his head just enough to look at me, his lips wet and shining, his eyes dark and full of that possessive need I could never run from, and before I could even catch my breath, he dropped his mouth back down to my pussy and kissed it like he had been starving for it. His tongue slid slow over my clit, and Ifelt the heat rush straight through my body, pulling a sound out of me I couldn’t hold back.
“Pressure… oh my God,” I whispered, my voice shaking so bad it barely sounded like me.
He wrapped his arms under my thighs and held me exactly where he wanted me, his mouth opening wider while he sucked my clit slow and deep, letting every pull drag another gasp out of my chest. His tongue flicked against the tip, gentle at first, then deeper, then slower again like he wanted to tease every reaction out of me.
“Baby, you taste so damn good,” he moaned against me, and the vibration made my whole stomach tighten. “I missed my pussy.”
My hands slid back into his waves, and even though I tried to keep my hips still, my body kept rising to meet his mouth because he was hitting the perfect spot with every lick. He licked me in slow, lazy circles that made my toes curl, then he sucked again, harder this time, and my voice cracked as the pressure built up inside me.
“Baby… please don’t stop… I can’t… it feels too good…”
He groaned into my pussy like the sound of my voice did something to him he couldn’t fight, and he held me tighter, his hands gripping my thighs so I couldn’t move anywhere except deeper into his mouth. He spread me open with his thumbs and slid his tongue inside me, moving slow and deep until my thighs shook around his shoulders.
My breath turned into a chain of shaky little moans because my body was winding up fast, and I could feel it coming before I could even tell him.
“Baby… Pressure, I’m… I’m right there… please…”
“That’s what I want,” he murmured against my pussy, kissing my clit again and again. “Give it to me, baby. Let me taste all of it.”
His mouth locked around my clit, warm, wet and hungry, and he sucked it right into his mouth while his tongue stroked the center of it again and again. My back lifted off the bed. My chest tightened. My thighs shook so hard I couldn’t hold them still.
“Pressure… I’m cumin’… I’m cumin’, baby…”
“Come for me,” he whispered, and then he sucked me deeper while his tongue flicked fast, and that was it. The orgasm tore through me so hard I grabbed the sheets and cried out, my whole body shaking in his hands. My hips jerked, my stomach tightened, and I felt myself release against his mouth as the pleasure rushed through me in waves that didn’t stop.
He didn’t let go of me, and he didn’t ease up.
He sucked through every pulse, licking everything I gave him, moaning like the taste of me was something he needed to stay alive.
“That’s it, baby… give me all that… I missed you… God, I missed you…”
Even as the orgasm kept rolling through me, he licked the inside of my thighs, slow, and it made me shiver all over again. He dragged his mouth up my stomach, kissing every inch, licking the soft places that made my breath come out in little gasps. He sucked the top of my breast and then the other, pulling my nipple into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue until another moan slipped out my throat.
By the time he reached my neck, I was trembling under him, my body still recovering, and he kissed my skin like he wanted to mark every inch he touched.
When he finally reached my lips, he kissed me slow, deep, and messy, letting me taste myself on his tongue as he settled his weight between my legs.
I felt the condom drag across my skin when he adjusted himself, and when he pushed into me, he did it slow, like he wastrying to adjust to something that wasn’t sitting right inside his soul.
At first, he moved the way he always did, deep and sure, his chest pressed against mine while his lips traveled across my cheek and jaw. But after a few strokes, his rhythm slipped. His hips slowed. His breathing shifted like something inside him was fighting back.
I felt the frustration in every push he tried to give me.
“Baby,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking as he tried to stay inside me. “I can’t. It don’t feel right. It don’t feel like you.”
His mouth kissed the side of my neck, then the corner of my mouth, then my lips again, moving like he was begging me with every piece of him before the words even hit the air. He sucked the side of my throat slow and deep, kissing me in a way that made my legs shake around his waist.
“Baby please,” he murmured with his mouth on my neck, trying to push deeper but losing the pace he needed. “Please let me feel my pussy. Please let me feel what’s mine. I can’t do it like this. It’s fuckin’ me up.”
His kisses got desperate. They moved from my neck to my shoulder and then back to my lips like he was fighting not to lose it. His forehead pressed to mine, and his breaths came uneven and shaky, and his voice trembled like he was holding himself together only because he was inside me.
“I’m getting soft,” he admitted in a whisper that felt like it slipped out before he could stop it. “Baby please. I need you raw. I need all of you. I need my pussy.”
My heart twisted because I knew him, and I knew the difference between selfish and starving. This was that deep, stubborn love he carried when it came to me, that need to be connected in a way he didn’t share with anybody else.
“Pressure,” I whispered back, already knowing I was about to fold.
He kissed me slow and deep, almost desperate, his hand cupping the back of my neck like he was trying to keep me close long enough to breathe.
