My hands are around her waist, and my lips are on hers. Her soft, plush, round lips. They welcomed mine with the same heat of our first night.
I crash against her as her hands dart their way into my hair. Fuck. I can smell her cherry lotion, and I want to fucking eat her up. Our tongues fight as I slam her against the fridge.
She uses my shoulders to hoist herself up, grounding her pussy against my crotch, and I growl into her mouth.
“Fuck, Princess, I thought I’d never get to taste you again.”
“If you took your head out of your ass sooner…” she mumbles, trailing her kisses around my face and down my neck. I can’t help but grind my extremely hard cock against her jeans.
“I need these off,” I mutter, my hands moving to them. They are wet from her ride in the storm, and I undo her button. It pops between my hands, and I nearly come in my damn pants at the sight of her lace underwear.
The damp denim clings to her skin as I set her down to slide the jeans down first.
Her hands find mine trying to rush, but I tut at her.
“Let me enjoy this Princess.” I say, dropping to my knees. Her pussy right in my face and I kiss her. My lips meet the skin through the lace, and she is trembling in my arms. Her hands find my hair, yanking me away.
“I need you in me now, Wrangler.” Her voice is low as she commands what she wants. “Bareback.” She winks, and I chuckle as I stare down at her.
I can’t deny my Princess, now can I? I take a longer, deeper kiss, my tongue wetting her panties as she grinds into my face. My fingers play with the material next, sliding them slowly down as she shakes under my touch
I chuckle at my impatient princess. Standing up, I yank her into my arms, latching my lips to hers as I carry her to my couch.
“That’s all you had to say, Princess.” Laying her down, I smother her neck with my lips, and help her out of her shirt as she pulls at my belt. My hips jerk following her hands, andI groan as she cups me through my jeans. Oh, fuck, how I’ve dreamt about doing this again.
“I want all of you, baby. Take this off.” She says in a growl. Hastily, I remove all my clothing, racing back to her. She laughs as I attack her with my lips and hands again. Her smile fucking warms my chest.
This is all I ever fucking wanted. Her fucking smiling at me. Only me. In my home. Under me.
“Are you sure?” I ask. The last thing I want is for her to regret this. Doubt planted its seed a long time ago, and I need her to be absolutely sure. There is no going back to the way things used to be.
“Oh, I’m sure, Wrangler. Now, fuck me.”
I run my fingers down her center, lapping up her wetness and bringing my fingers to my tongue. “You taste as good as I fucking remember.”
I stand finding my footing on the hardwood floor of my living room. The fire I started before she got here crackles, and the orange light brightens her skin like a halo of beauty and confidence against my dark green couch. Which of course was her choosing, and I’m thankful for the image of her on it. I wish I could take a picture through my eyes and keep the sight of her like this ingrained in my head forever.
I lean down and kiss her again. My lips finding hers as my fingers enter her first. Her walls gripe and jerk at the thought of feeling that vice grip around my cock.
Moving my fingers rhythmically in and out, she moans, biting her lips as her hand cups my face and brings me down to meet her soft lips again. I can’t get enough of her. I glide my fingers faster, getting her worked up as she soaks my hand.
“Fuck Renna,” I mumble as her body presses against mine.
Knowing her body is now ready for me, I line m cock with her entrance and slide in, not stopping until I reach the hilt. I pause to watch, catching her face twist with pleasure.
Her pussy welcomes me. Like coming home, her walls squeeze me, and I can’t hold still anymore. I thrust back, my hips moving, watching her face, catching her signals as I bring us closer.
Propping one leg up, I grab the back of the couch as I thrust into her. Fast and fucking hard, enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she shouts my name. Music to my damn ears. She’s just as desperate as I am. Her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust, clawing at my back. Her nails, I’m sure, are leaving marks, enough to burn the shit out of my back and I want her to dig deeper.
“Fuck, Princess, you feel so- “
“I know.” She moans.
“Sucking me right in.” I whisper against her neck, kissing her smooth skin. I can’t get enough of her. After tonight, I know I never will.
“I’m coming,” she says, hooking her legs around me and swinging her body up.I let her throw me down as my back meets the couch now, and she straddles my hips with my cock still inside her.
She crashes her lips to mine as she grinds and feels her walls grasp me tight as she comes. My balls tighten as I help lift her hips each time she bounces up as she rides our orgasm.
