Our touches are deliberate.
I pause, searching her face, giving her the chance to stop this, to change her mind. She answers me by pulling me closer again. Her lips brush against mine softly, a certain kiss that leaves no room for doubt.
I guide her back to the bedroom, our steps uneven, laughter breaking through the tension for a moment when we bump into the doorframe. It’s warm, familiar but at the same time it’s been too long. I cup her face again, kissing her slowly this time. Deeper, trying to memorize the moment.
I steer her into the room, and the backs of her legs bump the bed. She grins at me, slowly pulling her joggers down her legs and discarding them in the corner. This woman, the one who hurls herself at the ground to stop a shot coming at her at least sixty-five miles an hour, is such a contradiction. She’s standing before me in a dainty pink thong and a matching lace bra.
“Hen,” I say, reaching my hand up slowly, cupping her cheek again. “You are so beautiful.”
She grins. “Come on, August, are you going to keep staring at me or are you actually going to put your hands on my body.”
I groan. I’ve wanted this moment since my father moved me from UNC to Brown. “I plan on touching that gorgeous body plenty.”
I step forward and close the distance between us, but her hand comes up. “Lose the jeans,” her voice coming out husky in the quiet of my bedroom.
“You got it, baby,” I tell her.
“Don’t treat me like one of them,” she says looking away for a moment before her eyes return to mine. “I’m not one of your bed bunnies; this is me and you.”
“It sure is, sweetheart.” I reach up and push a strand of hair off her face. Then I discard my jeans just as she instructed me too. I watch as her eyes hungrily look over my body. “Climb onto the bed so that we can get reacquainted.”
She grins, her ass hitting the comforter and sliding back. I take in the sight of her, the way the light pink of her underwear contrasts against the black of my comforter. She reaches the middle of my bed and I climb on, crawling to her.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I tell her as I gently pull her into my arms.
“Stop talking,” she says sweetly. “August, just make love to me.”
“That I can do,” I reply, claiming her lips with mine.
I pull her into me, our bodies molding together perfectly, just as they had all those years ago. Her soft curves feeling like honey in my hands as they make their way over every inch of her. I cup her sex through her thong, caressing her slowly but not pushing into her folds. Her eyes are locked on mine, a small moan escaping her lips. I steal it and cover my mouth with hers. I slide on top of her so that she can feel the weight of me.
Her hips rise up immediately and circle, begging for some friction. I continue kissing her gently as her mouth grants access to my tongue. Our tongues begin to dance as do our hips. It’s like we’re two teenagers dry humping each other. But there’s nothing juvenile about what I plan to do to this woman. My hand slowly makes its way down her side over her hips, as I bring it between the two of us. My hand slowly pulls the corner of her dainty pink thong away and I run a finger down her soaking wet folds.
She arches into me and I can hear her moans through our kiss. But I don’t stop. Slowly working my way up and down the wetness before I slowly insert a finger, quickly removing it. I continue this motion until she’s pushing into me so hard that I barely have the space between us to move my hand.
“Is there something that you need?” I ask, pulling away from her.
“Please just touch me.” Her voices comes out all breathy and full of need. She’s on the edge and she needs her release.
“Do you care with what?” I tease her.
She just chuckles. “If you don’t touch me soon, I’m outta here.”
I shake my head. “I’m not dumb enough to ignore that request. I’m not ready for you to leave just yet.” I slowly sit back on my heels, hooking the sides of her thong and dragging it down her body. “Can I have a taste?” I ask her.
“God, yes.”
I don’t waste a second, pushing her legs apart so that I can get a view of her perfectly pink pussy glistening with wetness in the moonlight. I lie down before her, taking her knees and guiding them over my shoulder. I look up at her as she opens her mouth to say something, but it’s that moment that I inhale the scent of her and grin, before placing my mouth on her.
She moans on contact. Hendrix has always been so responsive and tonight is no exception. I continue to work my tongue through her folds while she fists at my comforter, moaning and squirming as I work her over. I insert a finger into her, and her hips shoot off the bed. But I do my best to hold her down. I feel her squirming again and I know she’s close, the way her body is tensing, and the moans are coming out louder and louder.
I look up at her again and our eyes lock. “Let go, baby girl,” I tell her, working her over with the three fingers I’ve inserted inside of her.
I lower my mouth back to her pussy and suck on her clit. That’s the moment that she lets go and screams my name. I rejoice in hearing it fall from her lips without a hint of malice in it.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I say crawling up her body. My hands pop the clasp of her bra and slide it down her shoulders. “And these are so fucking perfect.” Before she can answer me, I take a nipple in my mouth and suck on it while kneading the other.
The moans coming from her tell me that she’s perfectly alright with me continuing to touch her. I want nothing morethan to slide into her warm, wet folds again. I grind my hips into her so that she can feel just how hard my cock is straining against my briefs, longing to be inside of her.
