I hiss as he ever so gently rakes his teeth over my nipple.
“God…Ewan,” I rasp.
He goes slow, but my body only wants fast, fast, fast.
If I let him go slowly, I’ll have too much time to think.
But I’m under his control, under his thrall, you might say.
I need this, and he wants to give it to me, but on his terms. And he doesn’t want me exerting myself or pushing things along.
I’m both angry and elated about all of this.
Ewan rolls me onto my back and takes the other breast into his mouth, licking over that nipple while caressing the opposite breast with his rough, calloused hands.
My eyes roll back in my head at the dual sensations. Inside my skirt, I’m soaking wet. My pussy lips throb with need, and my panties are absolutely ruined.
I hook my legs around him, my body practically begging him to get closer, to fuck me.
He pulls back slightly, watching me.
He knows what I want.
Ewan’s strong hand hitches my skirt up, and he takes a handful of my ass, squeezing it. I buck forward, and he growls my name.
My skirt is now bunched up around my waist, but I can’t find the will to care because Ewan’s fingers have now found theirway to my split, burrowing under my damp panties. He pulls the gusset to the side, and my whole body trembles.
“Ewan,” I whimper, but he’s pulling back, watching me. Staring, as if he’s never seen me naked before.
One hard knuckle explores along my swollen folds. The light touch nearly makes me claw at him.
“Relax for me, baby.”
Heat flares through me as he goes deeper, splitting me open, stroking my cunt.
“Oh my god…”
Ewan smiles. “I told you I was here to help you recover. Endorphins help with that.”
Ewan drags his rough hand over my softest, most sensitive parts. I’m so turned on, I have to reach my hand up to squeeze my own breast.
“There you are…there’s my girl.”
Softly, Ewan thumbs my clit.
I explode.
The first orgasm I’ve had with another person in eleven years hits so hard I could levitate off the bed. I fist the front of his shirt to tether myself.
A cry rips from my throat as I ride his hand, wringing every last bit of my release from his expert touch.
I remember this. I remember exactly this. The only thing different is that it’s better.
Much, much better.
He tugs my ruined panties all the way off, tossing them to the side. As he does this, I wriggle out of my skirt and fling it across the room.
His nostrils flare as he looks down at me. And then, he spreads me all the way open, hooking my legs over his shoulders.
