“Yeah?” His voice is hoarse.
I look down at my hand, pumping him. “I want to taste.”
I remember the first time I tried and how it took a lot of tries before I figured out how to make him come with my mouth; just as it took him a few tries to lick me in a way that made me come. We learned how to make love together, how to fuck, how to have sex.
It was playful between us then, but now, there’s so much hunger that it’s more than play.
I go on my knees, sinking to the floor, wanting to taste him.
My hands wrap around the base of hiscock, my tongue darting out to lick a salty bead of ejaculate from the tip. He groans, his hips jerking forward as I take him deeper into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth.
“That’s it, Dove.” His fingers tangle in my hair, and then he moves with slow, deliberate thrusts. “Take it all.”
I gag, tears springing to my eyes, but I don’t stop. Don’t let him pull away either.
I’m in control. I need to be in control.
I love the way he fills my throat, the way his erection pulses against my tongue, the way he mutters filthy promises of what he’s going to do to me.
“You’ve got to stop, baby, or I’ll come,” he pleads.
I let him pull away as I gasp for breath.
“Your lips are swollen.” He traces them with a finger. “So beautiful.”
He hauls me to my feet, his hands roaming my body as he kisses me, his tongue plunging into my mouth with savage intensity. He can taste himself on my tongue, and it’s erotic as hell.
“Turn around.”
I know what he likes, what I used to like. He loves to eat me from behind.
This is like making love with someone I know very well, but it’s still new and full of promise.
He kneels behind me and cups my ass. “Dove. I can smell you.”
I push my hips out and he begins to lick me, eat me, taste me, devour me.
It’s intense, and I start moaning loudly, crying out. Then he slides a finger inside me and begins to pump.
“Come for me now, Dove, because when I’m inside you, I’m going to blow in seconds.”
I look back at him and smile. “Too old to go twice in a night?” I tease.
He smacks my ass. And then pinches my clit before pushing two fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me, rubbing against my G-spot.
I scream, my body convulsing as I fall off the edge.
He all but hauls me to bed and slides over me.
The tip of his cock teases my entrance, nudging against my soaked folds before he thrusts into me in one brutal stroke.
“Fuck, Dove. You’re so tight.” His hands grip my hips as he pounds in and out with reckless abandon. “I’m home, my Dove. I’m home.”
I feel it, too—a sense of homecoming.
I come undone beneath him again, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I scratch his back as he fucks me through my release, his cock throbbing inside me as he chases his own.
“Come for me,” I beg, my voice broken and pleading.
