JOSH
Melanie slides backward until her head is resting on the pillow. I climb over her, raking my eyes over the length of her beautiful body. No one has ever even come close to Melanie for me. This moment is everything I’ve dreamed of for my entire adult life, and I intend to relish it—and her.
I brush my nose against hers and kiss her softly, hovering above her. She tugs me closer, her fingers gripping the nape of my neck as she kisses me deeply. I run a hand down her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin. She reaches between me, gripping my dick and pumping quickly.
I reach for her wrist. “Slow,” I whisper. “Let me take care of you.”
I slide my mouth away from hers, kissing and nibbling across her chest, taking each one of her perfect tits in my mouth and sucking until they pebble for me. She lets out a hiss that sends a jolt straight to my dick. The idea that I get to be with her like this again, after all these years, has me reeling. I can’t wait to show her what I’ve learned.
I drag my tongue down the center of her flat stomach, swirling her navel before moving to her hips, forcing her legs apart. Dragging my hot breath across the lower region, I kiss her inner thighs until my name falls from her lips.
“Please,” she whimpers, raking her hands through my hair in an attempt to pull my face toward her center.
“You want it?” I breathe into her swollen pink lips.
“Very much.” She lets out a soft cry.
I drag a finger up through her wet center, teasing her until I find the swollen nub that makes her gasp. Pulling her lips apart, I sink my tongue into her heat, sucking and nibbling, teasing her opening with a finger.
Melanie’s arousal drips onto my hand as she squirms beneath me, her moans growing louder.
“Josh.” Her legs tremble as she says my name. “Please. I need…”
I suck gently on her clit, and a loud moan escapes her. I pick my head up and look at her, a teasing grin spreading across my face.
“I need you.” Melanie’s voice cracks.
“I know, baby. You have me.” I reach down and pump a finger inside her, then two. “You’re almost there,” I murmur, ducking down and devouring her again.
She cries out, writhing beneath me, and her legs tremble as she finds her release.
“I’m coming,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. I suck harder, tasting her sweetness as she climaxes.
She stills, and I hover over her, kissing her hipbone as she runs her fingers through my hair. I give her a moment to steady her breathing before I crawl back up the length of her body and find her mouth, kissing her softly.
“You taste so sweet,” I say, swirling my tongue with hers. “Did you like that?”
“Uh-huh,” she breathes. Her hand finds my cock, stroking lightly and then faster. I groan, deepening our kiss.
“It’s your turn,” she says, into my mouth.
I grab a hold of her hips and roll her on top so she’s straddling me. She moves down my body, licking and nipping my sides, sending jolts of electricity through me. She glides her tongue across the ink just above my dick, and I’m dizzy with quiet desperation. She grips my cock, licking up the side of the shaft before taking me into her mouth. Her kiss is hungry and aching, like she’s making up for lost time. She cups my balls and pumps my dick into her mouth. A guttural moan escapes me, and I tug at her hair. “Strawberry girl,” I mumble, through erratic breaths.
Melanie picks her head up, a sultry grin crossing her face, and climbs back over me, my dick hovering at her entrance. “Hearing you say that—it’s like it hasn’t been…”
“Twenty-five years,” I finish for her, my teeth catching my lip.
“You want more?” Melanie teases, licking her lips. She reaches down, rubbing the head of my cock over her warm entrance. Our eyes lock and I gasp.
“I don’t have a condom,” I mutter, annoyed at myself for not planning better.
“I’m on the pill,” Melanie offers, angling a tit near my mouth, making it impossible to refuse.
I latch onto it, hungrily sucking and flicking her nipple with my tongue.
“Josh,” Melanie cries.
