“As much as I want to pretend that I’m a noble gentleman, and I’m backing up to give you space, that shit just ain’t true. I’m going to my room to get a condom, Sevyn, and when I return, I won’t be the same man you’ve known before. My patience with trying to do the right thing has worn thin, and that gentleman shit is out the door.”
“Oh.”
I headed to my room and grabbed a condom before I returned within seconds, praying that she hadn’t changed her mind. I stumbled through the door and skidded to a damn stop when I saw her splayed out on her bed playing with herself.
She circled her nipple with the fingers of her left hand, while she played in her pussy with her right one. She pulled her fingers back and sucked them greedily while watching me through lowered lashes.
“Either you were just fucking with my head before, or I’ve turned you into a pussy fiend, and you’re addicted to the way your pussy tastes. Which one is it, Sevyn?”
“I was a sweet girl until you came peddling this juice my way. You never should have tempted me to taste my own pussy. You’re my pusher, baby.”
Aww fuck! My balls grew tight, and my throat felt clogged as I struggled to rip the damn condom open. But it wasn’t long before I was covered and had climbed on the bed so that I could get balls deep inside of her.
But no matter how much shit she talked, I refused to manhandle her. She wasn’t ready for that. I pinned her into the mattress and spread her legs wide. She wrapped them around my back as I lowered and pressed my lips to hers.
They were warm and slightly coated with the tempting taste of her pussy juices. I sucked them gluttonously as I slowly slid inside of her. She was tight as hell, and I never would have guessed that.
My eyes drifted close as she cloaked me with her flesh and made a secure nest for me to rest inside of. Sevyn ran her hands over the back of my head, across my shoulders, and down my back until they rested on my hips.
She pulled me closer. “Don’t be shy, Deuce. I want to feel you deep inside until you’re touching my spine.”
“Gahdamn, woman.”
I pushed deeper into her tightness, enjoying the work that I had to put in to burrow inside. She cried out, but I didn’t give a shit. I was only doing what she invited me to do. I squeezed my hand around her neck to stifle her cries.
Her eyes widened, and tears slipped from them as her mouth slightly parted. I covered her mouth, kissing her while I felt my way around inside of her, becoming acquainted with her sugar walls.
Sevyn was a generous lover, giving me more as I demanded, even when she couldn’t handle it. She held nothing back as she bucked up, gyrating her hips wildly and welcoming me deeper inside.
Her hands explored every part of my body as she traced my tattoos, dragged her nails over my scars, and stared into my eyes with so much emotion it was gut-wrenching. I wondered what she saw when she looked into my eyes, what her soul felt being locked in with mine.
I knew that I could never walk away from her. Someday, I would need to tell her the truth, but I wouldn’t know what to do if she walked away. I couldn’t live without this girl. The thought of that terrified me because it was similar to how I felt about Lena.
Was I ready for that level of commitment? Was I ready to remove one woman out of my heart or to the back of it to make room for another one? I had to, because it wasn’t fair to offer it to Sevyn unless it was completely intact for her.
“I need you so desperately, Deuce. You make me feel wanted, complete, and seen,” she whispered as tears fell from her eyes.
“That’s because I do see you, baby. All I see these days is you.”
I rolled onto my side and pulled her with me. I slowly made love to her, allowing her to get as deep in my heart as shewanted to, all the while pushing Lena further and further to the rear. Guilt reared its ugly head, but I squashed it down as I gave everything that I had to the woman whose body I was loving.
Sevyn pushed me onto my back, straddled me, and rode my dick so hard and fast, that I wondered if she was trying to exorcise a demon. Whether it was being extracted from her or my dick, I was uncertain, but I let her have her way. Whatever needed to come out of either of us I was down with, as long as she kept doing what she was doing.
She whipped her head back and forth as her hair flew wildly around her. Gone was the depressed girl from minutes ago. In her place was a sexual vixen who was confident in her skills. She pressed her thighs against my legs and tightened her pussy around my dick as she commanded my nut out of me.
No matter how weak I was becoming, I held on until she finally released on me. Her head was thrown back, her back arched, and breasts pointed skyward as she coated me with another squirting session. My thumb rolled gently over her clitoris as she released. The sight of her in the throes of passion tilted me over the edge too. It had been almost six months since I had sex, and despite the guilt trying to burrow inside of me, I felt satisfied.
I wasn’t sure if we had expunged our exes out of either of our hearts or not, but I knew that I was feeling too damn good to let go when it was over. I removed the condom from my dick, and I got up and cleaned myself before I returned to clean her. She was quiet but seemingly satiated with a wistful smile on her face.
Neither of us spoke. I climbed into bed behind her and pulled the covers over us. I pulled her closer to me and held her in my arms. We fell asleep peacefully and relaxed in a way that signified we not only needed each other, we belonged together.
“Go ahead and get it.”
“It’s too expensive, Deuce.”
“I’m buying it for you. Why you checking my pockets?”
“I told you that I can buy things for myself.”
