I roll over and arch my back up as quickly as I can, not wanting to wait a single second more for his mouth to be on me.
When his tongue slides over my pussy I feel my whole body spasm. My back arches farther, wanting to give him as much of me as my body will allow.
“Look how sexy you look with that ass up in the air like that. You arch it so good for me.”
Those are his last words before he goes to work, making good on his promise. His tongue glides through me, and I can feel my pussy start to drip down my thighs. I don’t think I’ve ever been quite this turned on. My body feels like molten lava.
Within seconds, my hands are gripping the blanket covering the bed as I scream his name, my pussy spasming as he fucks me with his tongue. His hands reach up and grip my ass as I ride out the rest of my orgasm. It feels never-ending. So good it almost hurts.
I don’t have any time to recover before Weston is filling me up from behind, stretching me out. “Oh my God.”
“That’s funny. I’m pretty sure that’s not my name. Maybe I need to fuck you a little harder for you to remember.”
He immediately picks up his pace, and I wonder how the fuck he went twelve years without any of this. Because one time with him again reminds me just how great he is. Our bodies work together in perfect tandem. My body comes alive for him like he’s its lifeline. Probably because he’s my lifeline.
“Fuck baby, this pussy is so tight. It’s gripping my cock.” His hands travel up my arched back until they land on my waist. He grips on and pumps harder into me. “I need you to reach around and play with your clit for me. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
My hands immediately follow his command, desperate for another round of release, as my fingers start rubbing circles across my clit. The tension quickly builds in me. Hearing Weston’s groans of pleasure behind me adds fuel to the fire, turning me on with every sound that comes out of him. It makes me feel so damn good to know it feels like this for him, too. Too good, too fucking good to ever miss out on again.
“I need you to come for me, squeeze my cock with that perfect little pussy. And please, tell me I can fill you up.”
“Yes. We’re protected.” Even though my birth control has been pretty much useless this last year, I've never been so happy to be prepared.
“Good, cause I want to see how good you look with my come leaking out of that tight little pussy of yours.”
His filthy words are all I need to be thrown off the edge into the abyss. My body coils tightly around him as I let go.
“Fuck, yes. Squeeze my cock.” Weston’s words sound grated and strained. The groan that comes out of him tells me he wasn’t that far behind me. He comes with a guttural moan.
He slowly pulls his cock out of me, and I feel almost hollow without him there. My breathing is ragged and uneven as I try and catch my breath after that…experience. There is no other word for it besides that.
I feel his fingers drag up my pussy, “Look at how well you took my come, baby. Such a good little cum slut for me. Come around and sit on the edge of the bed.”
Having been fucked into complete submission, I follow his task without a smartass remark, but my brain feels oddly quiet. At peace even.
“Open,” he commands as he taps his fingers against my lips. Once I do, his fingers glide into my mouth. “Suck.”
At this point, I would probably do anything this man said, so I do. I relish the taste of our mixed arousal.
“Do you like tasting how much I fucking love that pussy of yours?”
I nod my head yes because the salty flavor coating my tongue is somehow the best thing I've ever tasted.
He surprises me by leaning forward, and his lips meet mine. When his tongue sweeps against my lips, I open for him. His kiss is all-consuming. He slows, and against my lips he murmurs, “Me too.”
I chuckle against his lips and I feel them stretch out in a smile. He leans back, and I come up for air for the first time. Feeling like a new woman.
“Was that okay? If it’s too much, just let me know. I want to make sure you’re taken care of.”
Just like that, he’s back, and I love it. Having two sides. He’s rough with me where I need him to be, but still my soft place to land.
“It was perfect. Don’t change a thing.”“Good. Now let’s get you cleaned up and get some food in you.”“West, I know that we have a lot to figure out and talk about. But I want you to know I forgive you. And I … I don’t know. Thank you for today.”
“For the orgasms?” He cocks his head, but the stupid smile on his face says it all; he knows exactly what I meant.
I slap his arm. “Yes, that exactly. Thank you for the penis, it was wonderful. I’ll leave you a glowing Yelp review first thing in the morning.”
“Anytime, now go get cleaned up, and I’ll get you some food.”
