Our past be damned. Consequences be damned. I want this and I want him.
Fuck it.
11
TALLY
I openup to Rust and our tongues tangle in a heated dance.
The rough pads of his thumbs circle my nipples, his palms cupping my breasts. He pulls back and kisses a path over my jaw and my chest, making me melt into his caress as he sucks on my nipple. A graze of his teeth shoots a bolt of desire straight to my core. He gives the same treatment to my other peak before his mouth wanders lower.
He kisses my round belly, tracing my stretch marks with his tongue. “You’re so soft, Tally. So perfect. So beautiful. I love how you feel under my lips and my hands.” His fingers dig into my hips. “I’d happily spend eternity exploring every inch of you with my mouth.”
I blush. Rust makes me feel desired like nobody else ever has.
I tug on his hair. When he comes up, I slide a hand between us and take his hard length into my palm. He shudders as I stroke in a slight corkscrew motion.
“You still remember how I like it,” he whispers, smiling.
I swallow hard. It wasn’t a conscious decision, more like my body remembers his on an animalistic level.
Towering over me, he steers me into the shower, beneath warm water spraying across my skin. The brush of his calloused fingertips over my slit sends a jolt of electricity through my nerves and I jerk against his hand.
“So wet… Is that all because of me?” he rumbles, tracing light, barely-there circles on my clit.
“Y-yes! Didn’t you promise to fuck my brains out? Then do it already!” I mewl frustratedly.
“Patience, woman. Are you on contraception or do you want me to put a baby in that gorgeous belly? Cause I’m tested, clean and happy to oblige.”
A deep, dark pulse echoes between my legs. I’ve never considered kids—never had the time or the right partner—but the way he said that is pert near enough to give me a devastating case of baby fever.
“I got an IUD and I’m recently tested, too. But tell me, when did you become so forward? You used to blush asking for a kiss.”
He smirks. “Oh, Trouble, there’s lots you don’t know about the new, grown-up me. I’m fixin’ to show you what you’ve been missing.”
Rust spins me around and presses my heated cheek against the cool tile wall. He steps in close behind me, moaning as he slides his thick cock between my ass cheeks. I feel him spreading my sex, guiding his length to my dripping entrance.
“Every night for twelve years, I dreamed of this moment,” he rumbles into my ear. “I reckoned if I ever had another chance with you, I’d wanna make you beg for my cock. I thought I’d tease you, bring you to the edge over and over until you’d do anything for a single orgasm.Now I realize that I ain’t got that kinda patience. But there’s one last thing I gotta know…”
I exhale my spiraling sexual frustration in a sigh. “What is it?”
“Are daisies still your favorite flowers?”
Through the fog of arousal I can barely make sense of his absurd question. “Yeah, they are. Why?”
“Good. Just wanted to know what flowers to put on the grave after I murder that pussy.”
A laugh dies in my throat as his hips jerk forward.
His thick shaft splits me and my eyes roll, drifting on a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure. My inner muscles flutter around his girth, struggling to accept his size.
“Relax. I know you can take me,” he drawls, rubbing my shoulders.
He starts thrusting and my pussy molds to his length. As he picks up speed, he wraps a hand around my neck and squeezes briefly as if asking for permission. I let my body answer, bearing down on his cock.
“Goddamn, my dirty little wife likes gettin’ choked. Does my dick make you feel good?”
“Full… I feel so full! I love it!”
