Then, in the blink of an eye, she pressed her mouth to mine.
I cloaked her back with my arms, picked her up, and placed her on top of my kitchen table. She spread her legs for me, drawing me in as she hooked her feet around the back of my legs. Her luscious tits pressed into my chest as her hands worked my leather jacket off my shoulders. My tongue slid along the roof of her mouth; her effervescent moans trickled down the back of my throat. Moans I committed to memory. Moans that stiffened my cock. And as I pulled up a chair, I sat down and tossed her legs over my shoulders while she perched back on her elbows.
Because that night, I’d feast on a body I had been dreaming of having against me again for years.
Twelve
Lexi
The moment he told me that he stilled cared about me--still loved me--my walls came tumbling down. My heart held my brain hostage as the voices screaming in my head stopped. With my legs tossed over his shoulders and my back slowly slinking against his kitchen table, my elbows came out from beneath me as his hot breath pulsed against my pussy lips.
Our kiss had been explosive.
But, feeling his face between my thighs again filled my heart with joy.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I said breathlessly.
As his tongue lapped softly up my trimmed slit, I knew I had never stopped loving him. I knew I had never stopped holding out hope that the dreams that tortured me at night would one day turn into reality. As his tongue parted my wet folds, I thought about our family. I couldn’t hold back the fact that he had a daughter, and with every lick of his tongue I wondered if we could really do this.
If we could really be the family, we all deserved in life.
“I never could let you go, Dean.”
My hands flew into his hair, and I pulled him close. His tongue pressed against my clit, and I bucked into his face, seeking an end I hadn’t given myself in months. As my fingers became locked within the tendrils of his hair, I chanted his name like a soft prayer. It felt so natural. So normal. As if we had never once stopped.
And as my body climbed to its precipice, my juices flooded his face.
“There it is,” Dean growled.
I gasped as my back arched. “That’s it. That’s it. Right there, right there, right there!”
My toes curled and my eyes bulged. My hands fell away from his hair as they wrapped around either side of the table. I cried out his name as his fingers filled me to the brim, pumping and spreading, readying my body for his thickness.
I was embarrassed at how many nights I had dreamt of his cock filling me up again. How many times I had softly chanted his name, hoping no one heard the blasphemous sin of masturbating to an ex that had left me without one single word.
And as my back collapsed against the table, my body spent from my orgasm, I allowed my eyes to close as I soaked in the moment.
That is, before his hands wrapped around my ankles. “Come here, sexy.”
He pulled my ass to the edge of the table and my eyes ripped open. I watched as he pulled his thick dick from the confines of his jeans and I swear to fuck on high, it was bigger than I remembered. The bulging veins ran along the sides of his cock, teasing me and taunting me while precum pushed itself to the top. I watched as he lowered his dick. I moaned as he slid it around my clit, teasing the oversensitive mound.
But nothing compared to the electricity that shot through my body once he buried himself with me.
Connecting our hips in a way that brought tears to my eyes.
“Fucking hell, I missed you so much,” he grunted.
With my legs tossed over his shoulders, he fisted my hips. He grabbed me and pulled me against him, fucking his cock with my body. I held on for dear life. I lost my own voice as I hoarsely chanted his name. All I knew was him. All I felt was him. And as I allowed him to overcome me, my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“Oh, Dean. Holy fuck, I love you so much.”
“That’s it. Take this dick. Open wide for me, sexy. Let me make up for lost time.”
My body went limp as he twisted me and contorted me in any way he wished. His hands found mine and he threaded our fingers together before tugging my arms and arching my pussy closer to him. The last inch of him sank deep and my jaw unhinged, unleashing an unearthly groan that somehow escaped from the back of my throat. His hips swiveled, allowing his tightly wound curls to tickle my clit. My pussy clenched around him, milking him and pulsing with the beat of our love as my feet locked behind his head.
“I’m coming,” I said breathlessly. “Dean, I’m coming. Dean. Dean!”
And that was when he stuffed me full and held his position. “That’s it. Drench me, Lexi. Come on this cock.”
