I writhe under the instant, overwhelming pleasure and, at the same time, spread myself wider—too much, too good, too soon. He growls against me, the vibration ripping a whimper from my throat, and tightens his grip. No escape. No mercy. Just his mouth devouring me like he’s starving and I’m the only thing that could ever satisfy him.
“I love how you taste,” he murmurs between licks, voice muffled against my slick heat. “Love the sounds you make when I do this—” He sucks my clit hard into his mouth.
I bow my back off the bed from the immediate contact, the relentless pressure. Something between a moan and a scream tears from my throat. My fingers twist in his wet hair, pulling him closer even as my thighs shake around his head.
He explores every inch, lapping deep, then shallow, tracing every fold like he’s memorizing me again. No part of me escapes his mouth. Pleasure coils tighter, hotter, until I’m right on the edge, hips grinding seamlessly against his face.
Then he pulls back.
“Not yet.”
“Please—” The word sobs out of me. “Scott, please, I need?—”
“I know what you need, little one.” He slides two thick fingers inside me, curling just right against that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. He pumps slowly, watching my face. “You need to come, don’t you? Need me to let you fall apart on my tongue?”
I nod frantically, tears slipping free again—not from pain this time, but from how badly I want this. Want him. “Yes. God, yes. Please.”
“Such pretty begging.” He lowers his head again, lips closing over my clit, and this time he doesn’t stop. Fingers thrust in rhythm with his sucking, tongue relentless.
The orgasm hits like a freight train. My whole body locks, thighs clamping around his head as I shatter with a scream—hard, blinding, vision whiting out for a second. I scream his name, hips grinding against his face while he works me through every pulsing aftershock, drawing it out until I’m boneless and trembling.
When I finally come back to myself, he’s kissing his way up my body—slow, worshipping trails over my hip, my waist. He pauses at my stomach, lips brushing skin, voice rough. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. For all of it.”
He sheds his shorts in one motion. Then he settles between my legs, hard length nudging my entrance—hot, thick, already seeping at the crest. I grind against him on pure instinct, chasing that friction, trying to bury him inside, and we both groan.
This doesn’t fix anything.
It doesn’t erase ten years. Doesn’t rebuild the trust he shattered when he walked away. My heart is still bruised black-and-blue, and one mind-blowing orgasm isn’t going to change that. But right now, with his body heat surrounding me and the rain still hammering the windows, I don’t want to think about tomorrow’s unpredictability.
I just want this.
He leans down. “I’m right here. Right now. Let me have you.”
The kiss that follows is messy, hungry, angry—tongues clashing as he swallows the sob caught in my throat. My nails rake down his back, marking him, needing him closer even if it’s only for tonight.
He nudges my entrance farther. My whole body trembles. Not just from desire, but from fear, hope, and everything I’ve buried for a decade.
“Please, Scott.”
He pushes in—slow, so slow, stretching me with a delicious burn that blurs pain and pleasure until they’re one aching pulse. My breath catches, a broken sound, as he fills me inch by agonizing inch. He’s overwhelming, or maybe I’m just too raw after years of emptiness that never quite echoed like this. My nails dig deeper into his back, anchoring me as sensation and emotion twist together in my chest.
When he’s buried to the hilt, he stills, forehead pressed to mine, breath ragged against my lips. Beads of sweat form at his temple. “I’ve missed you,” he rasps. “You feel like coming home.”
He kisses my lips as he withdraws almost completely, before driving back in one thrust. We both gasp, sharp and shared.
The rhythm builds, relentless. Each thrust is harder, deeper. I wrap him in my legs.
“You take me so perfectly, little one,” he growls, voice fraying. “Every inch, like you were waiting for me all this time.”
His words spark heat low in my belly; I clench hard around him, and he groans deep in his throat. “You like that? Like being my good girl?”
“Yes,” I cry out, the praise unraveling me further. Only need remains when it comes to him.
His hand slips between us, fingers finding that swollen bundle of nerves and circling with agonizing slowness. “Then come for me again. Let me feel you shatter.”
Him stroking me deep, his relentless thumb at my core, pushes me further at the edge until a wave of overwhelming pleasure crashes through me in blinding waves. I cry out, body pulsing around him. I clamp hard as I fall over into the fiery pleasure.
He murmurs praise against my ear. “That’s it…just like that… Give it all to me.”
