I need her closer.
Grabbing her hips, I pull her flush against me, sliding my hands down to grab at the back of her thighs. She figures out what I’m trying to do and places her legs on either side of me. I can feel her heat through the thin shorts she wears. My cock is bulging against my own shorts, wishing to dive into the warmth. But I don’t rush her. I continue to kiss and tease her while she moans deep in her throat. I take her sounds as a request for more.
And that’s what I give her.
My lips leave hers and slide down her neck. Hendrix cries out when I nip over her throbbing pulse, my hands working their way inside of her shirt so that I can cup her breasts. Before I touch her, really touch her, there’s something that I have to know.
“Are you mine again?” I ask her.
The question startles her. Her eyes widen and snap to mine. “I...” she stammers out. “I have no idea,” she says, finding hervoice again. “I just know that I’m not walking out of this room until you fuck me.”
I grin at her. “I think I can help you with that.”
I lie back, taking her with me so that I can feel the full weight of her on top of me. My lips find hers again, but this time more tender and slower, like I want to memorize this feeling, in case it’s the last time she lets me kiss her like this. Her hands are searching underneath my shirt, for what I’m not sure, but I’ll take her touching me in any way I can get.
I hear a groan come from her lips, so I pull back. It’s not the kind I was expecting—this one sounds frustrated.
I pull back. “Can I help you?”
“I want to feel your skin,” she tells me breathlessly.
I grin at her, realizing what she’s been working on. “Then you shall.” I wiggle my shirt out from underneath of me and slowly pull it over my head. “But I get to have your shirt too.” She grins and does exactly as I ask. “And I really hate that you are wearing pants right now.”
Her grin widens. “They’re shorts, actually.”
“Shorts, pants, whatever. I don’t want anything between me and that pussy. So, baby, lose it all.”
I love the flush that covers her cheeks. She can be so bold and so innocent at the same time. She’s my favorite contradiction.
“That goes for you too,” she tells me as she stands and quickly discards the shorts and her underwear all in one swift motion.
“Yes ma’am.” I wink at her and immediately remove the final pieces of my clothing. “You wanna come here and go for a ride?” I ask her, sitting up and beckoning her with my finger.
“God, yes,” she replies, squealing as she jumps on.
I grin at her. I love seeing her like this—carefree and uninhibited. I never thought she could be this way with me again. I maneuver us so that my back is against the couch which she can use for leverage.
I line my cock up with her entrance, looking her square in the eye, waiting for that nod. She gives it to me and I fill her. Slowly, like I want to memorize the motion should she ever decide that we can’t do this anymore.
“August,” she moans out when I’m fully inside of her. “Nothing has ever felt this good.”
“Good,” I say, pulling her closer. “I want nothing to ever feel like this.”
I let her set the pace. She rides me slowly, tentatively at first. It’s not until I have a nipple in my hand and the other in my mouth that she picks up her pace. It becomes fast and furious, and I can tell by the way she tightens around my cock that she doesn’t have long. Frankly, neither do I.
“You are so fucking amazing,” I tell her as I roll her nipples.
“I’ve missed this and you,” she breathes out.
“I have too. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about you here just like this,” I tell her, my breath coming out ragged as my release continues to build.
I reach down and rub small circles on her clit because I need her to come, I’m not going to make it much longer. Hendrix throws her head back and cries out, and I decide it’s not only my new favorite sight, but sound too.
“Fuck yes, August,” she cries as she comes all over my cock.
I follow her. “You are so fucking amazing,” I tell her as my thrusts slow to a stop.
We sit there staring into each other’s eyes, neither one of us wanting to end the moment.
