I’m negligent in failing to remove his shoes so he could step out of his pants.
He shuffles three more steps, and then the world shifts as he bends, pressing me into the couch.
His mouth leaves mine.
My panties leave my body.
And then he’s on top of me, all hard planes and thick muscles. “Tell me when your arm hurts.”
“It doesn’t hurt.” I’m gasping for breath. My vagina is empty and I don’t like it. My breasts ache.
He used to love to worship my breasts.
“Tell me if it does,” he orders.
“’Kay.”
“Good girl. Now spread your legs, because I cannot hold out one more second.”
I wrap my legs around his hips, andoh my god, how have I lived without this man?
He glides his thick length inside me, and my nerves erupt with joy with every inch, his cock parting my inner walls and rubbing my sensitive flesh and making me feel whole.
I wrap my left arm around him while he thrusts into me, fast and hard and deeper and deeper andso fucking goodwhile I tilt my pelvis to ride along with him.
“You—heaven,” he gasps, holding me captive with his gaze.
“Missed—you,” I gasp back.
“God, Addie.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Best—ever. Fucking—gorgeous.”
The tears sting as my body clenches around his, a precursor to the massive wave of my climax that hits a moment later.
I squeeze my eyes shut and tighten my legs around his hips.
He groans and dips his head to the crook of my neck, stilling while his cock pulses hard inside me.
This.
This is what I want.
Ecstasy. Wild, frenzied, desperate ecstasy with a man who makes me feelmore.
With a man I could love.
If I let myself.
If I take the leap.
“My god, you’re sexy,” he murmurs as his body sags against mine.
My vagina is still pulsating with the lingering aftershocks of my own orgasm, but my limbs are starting to relax too.
The tears, though?
