"Oh god--, Grey--"
Her pussy is hot and slick--I lick my way up the length of it, slower this time. She's making desperate, needful sounds. And that's all the patience I have.
I devour her.
I lick and suck, fucking her with my whole mouth. She tastes so fucking good. I slide two fingers into her, curl them. Find that spot, press. Draw her clit into my mouth, suck.
Her back snaps off the bed with a gasp.
That's it, baby. That's my girl.
She's pulling my hair, thighs shaking as I work her relentlessly, feeling her pussy flutter around my fingers. Days without me, and she's already going to come.
I missed you too. I missed you so much.
I suck her clit hard, curl my fingers deeper, knowing exactly what she wants, what she needs until she breaks, screaming my name. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, pulsing and gripping and drawing them deeper, and I work her through it, drawing it out until she's spent. I press soft kisses to her thighs, ease my fingers out. Look up the line of her body, wrecked and panting and perfect.
I strip off my shirt and sweats as she recovers, my finally free, heavy and hot. I grab a condom from the nightstand, then kiss every bit of flesh I can reach until I reach her lips and her body is pressed into the bed by mine. She's boneless, eyes glazed. I shift my weight, the movement pressing my cock against her, hard and aching, and she gasps into my mouth. I kiss along her jaw, down her throat, nip at the pulse point and feel her shiver beneath me.
She breathes my name.
"I'm here," I say against her skin.
My mouth finds hers again, deeper this time. Hungrier. One hand slides into her hair, angling her head so I can taste everyinch of her mouth. The other trails down her ribs, waist, hip, before sliding back up to cup her breast.
She arches into my touch with a whimper that I swallow. Keep kissing her, my thumb circling her nipple, teasing it to a tight peak. When I pinch it, she jolts, hips rolling up to meet mine.
I break the kiss to look at her. Her eyes are heavy lidded but darkening again, pupils blown wide, breath picking up.
"God, I love you," I whisper to the corner of her mouth, her cheek.
She turns her head, catches my lips in another kiss. This one's needier, her tongue seeking, her hands sliding down my back to grip my ass, trying to pull me closer.
I rock against her slowly. The friction makes us both moan.
Hand on her hip, I grip her tight and roll us over.
"Your turn, peaches." I pull her up, guide her to her knees so she's straddling my hips. "Want to watch you take me."
I lie back, look at her kneeling over me, thighs spread, hovering. Tear open the condom, roll it down my cock while she watches. Grip the base, position her over me with a hand on her hip, drawing her down gently until the tip of my cock nudges her entrance.
"Take what you want," I say with a shaking voice. She's shaking too but starts to sink down slow. Just the tip. Then an inch. Then another.
Her mouth drops open with a gasp.
Fuck--she's so tight, so hot, so wet. My jaw clenches, fighting not to move. She pauses halfway, pausing, breathing hard. I stroke her thighs, steadying her, and she grips my wrists for support.
"You're doing so good. God, you're so fucking beautiful."
"god--Grey…" She breathes. "I can feel you everywhere. So full--"
She sinks lower, takes the length of me until she's seated fully.
We both moan--the depth, the fullness--my body locks. Neither of us move. I can feel every flutter, every pulse, gritting my teeth so I don't move. She's molten hot around me, the torture blinding and perfect. She lets go of my wrists to lay her palms on my chest, leaning forward, arms bracketing her breasts. Her hair is across her face, her head turned, I can just see the tip of her nose, her open mouth, the curve of her chin. And then she starts to move, small, experimental rolls of her hips, keeping me deep. Rocking forward and back. Grinding down, fully seated, in long, shallow strokes.
"That's it," I grit out. "Just like that. Take what you need."
She makes this sound--half moan, half whimper--rolls her hips in a slow circle that blows starbursts behind my eyes. She gasps, does it again. Her hips start moving faster, still grinding, now with intention.
