“Scottie,” he groans.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I tell him. “And I’m on the pill.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Are you asking me what I think you are?”
I nod. “I need you, Tucker.”
“Fuck,” he rasps, gripping my hips hard enough to leave a bruise. “I haven’t been with anyone since you either.”
In the past, I would have thought that’s a lie.
I’d believe it was just another line someone would use to get what they want from me.
But I don’t feel that with Tucker.
I lower myself on top of him, feeling his shaft against my clit. “Please.”
“You’re soaking my cock, and I’m not even inside of you.”
“Then be inside of me.”
He smirks, shaking his head. Reaching between us, he fistshis cock and swipes the tip across my arousal. “Watch,” he orders. “Watch how my cock slides into you.”
I bit down on my lip and lower myself on him. I feel him stretch me in the best way possible as I sink deeper and deeper.
“Jesus,” he groans. “You’re fucking perfect. You were made for me.”
I move my body up and down, bouncing on his cock slowly at first, before picking up speed. I reach down, placing both hands on his chest to hold me up. He reaches forward, pinching my nipples between his fingers, and it only builds the pressure in my body. If I thought I was on the verge of combustion in the kitchen, then this is a whole nuclear explosion.
It’s strange how quickly my body remembers him. There’s no rush to this like there was that night. There’s no need to prove anything, just careful slowness, like we’re both afraid this might disappear if we move too fast.
Being with him like this again feels familiar and warm. It feels like exhaling after holding your breath underwater. It feels like coming home to something that still fits, even after all the damage.
“Ask me again, Tucker,” I pant.
He tilts his head to the side in confusion, but I don’t slow.
“What am I?”
He smirks, quickly understanding. “Say you’re my girl, baby. Say I’m yours.”
“You’re mine, Tucker.” I say, breathless from picking up speed and feeling the intensity build in my core. “And god, I’m all yours. You fucking have me.”
He bites down on his bottom lip, and thrusts his hips up into me the moment the words leave my lips. I cry out his name, and he does it again. “Ahh,” I moan. “I’m going to?—”
“Yes, you are. I can feel it. You’re fucking squeezing my cock.”
I quicken my movements, going back and forth between bouncing up and down and rolling my hips forward. Mybreathing picks up as I struggle to keep it together. My body coils, and I know he’s close by the look on his face, too.
“Come with me,” I say through breaths. “Please, Tucker.”
“You should already know by now.”Thrust.“I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”Thrust.“I’m at your mercy, Scottie.”
I fall on him, both arms on the side of his face as my fingers intertwine in his hair. I press my lips to his, taking in whatever he has to give me—breathing life into me again. I rock my hips, and he thrusts. It’s hard and fast and rough. But it’s enough to send me right over the edge. He doesn’t let me release my mouth from his as I ride out the orgasm. I pant into his mouth, tongues dancing and stealing each other’s oxygen just before he grunts into my lips, spilling his release inside of me.
I don’t know how to explain this feeling to anyone.
I don’t know what to make of it myself.
