“Ah, fuck…” she whimpers, looking up at me with glistening eyes.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I groan.
“And you’re so hard. Please…”
Starved for her taste, I bring my fingers up to engulf them between my lips. Fuck, she tastes divine. I spent three months trying to map out her exact taste, to conjure it at will, but nothing will ever be close to this, to my precious dork’s enchanting taste. Earthy, needy, and mine. As I kiss her again to share her flavor, I settle my cock between her damp folds and grind onto her, coating my length with her arousal.
“Lex, please,” she begs.
“What do you want?”
“Your cock. I want your cock inside me.Please…” She practically sobs the last words, as desperate as I am for it.
Because I make no move to get inside her, she reaches between us and wraps her slim fingers around my thick girth. Like the greedy little thing she is, she guides me to her slit, jolting when I graze her swollen clit. Part of me knows I can’t take her like this, not without preparing her for it more, but she’s so fucking wet that maybe I can risk it. My hips move forward once our angle is right, taking what I crave to the point of madness.
We moan in unison as my tip enters her, and I tremble from the pleasure of it. The sensation seems so foreign yet so familiar. Aside from the dreams that kept torturing me, I’ve been deprived of this, of her warm tightness, the intimacy, our closeness…
When she lets out a frustrated whimper at my stillness, I breach further in. The next sound she makes is veiled with ache, so I halt my slow intrusion. I’m about to pull back when she grabs my ass to keep me right there.
“It’ll pass, keep going,” she begs.
“You’re not ready for me yet.”
“I am. Please, baby… I need you.”
I want to believe she knows what she can take, and I’m too fucking eager to fight her on it, so I push forward again, making half of my cock dip into her tightness.
The small scream she lets out is more pain than pleasure, and the tears that shimmer in her eyes aren’t solely from frustration anymore.
“Fuck,” I grunt, pushing myself up.
“No, keep going,” she demands, failing to keep me in her.
“I promised myself I’d never hurt you with my cock again, Andrea,” I utter. “Never make you bleed like that again.”
She mumbles a protest as her head falls back, and to distract her, I lower to a perky nipple that taunts me from under her blue dress and bite around it. I mirror the attention on the other side and then work my way down.
Fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed her greed, her scent, her taste… I’ve missed the ravenous darkness of her eyes when we get lost in moments of passion. The warmth of her skin and its dampness when we fuck hard. I missed the way she moans or begs my name, like a prayer and a curse. And I missed the famished hunger that consumes us whenever we’re together.
My starved and hurried kisses soon reach her bare skin, right under her navel. Seconds later, I’m at her pussy. Fuck, I almost forgot how pretty she is everywhere. Perfection from head to toe. And that part, an array of pinks, soft like satin, and so fucking wet.
“Just one,” she decides, spreading her legs even wider. “You give me one orgasm, and then you fuck me.”
“So bossy.”
“I know you, Lex. I know you’ll eat me out for hours if I let you. But I need your cock in me. And I need it now.”
There she is. The assertive, confident, and demanding force of nature I fell in love with. Ever since my return, she’s been a meek, compliant version of herself, one that only reminded me how much she was hurt by everything that happened. But the woman I love was hiding in there the whole time, and she returned in full force during our argument.
I think that’s why I broke, why I’m about to eat her pussy like she’s the last meal I’ll ever get. She reminded me of why I love her, and of how she’s so much stronger than I give her credit for.
Because the underwear covers part of her, which I suddenly find unacceptable, I hook my fingers on each side and tug until it snaps.
“I loved those,” she scolds, rising to her elbows to stare down at me.
“They were in my way.” Once the garment is torn away from her and discarded, I look again at her bare pussy. “Look at you… I haven’t touched you yet, but you’re already so wet you’re soaking the sheets.”
“Jesus Christ, Alexander… stop teasing and start eating,” she demands, lifting her hips toward my face.
