“Fuck, Jamie,”she whispers, her fingers digging into my shoulders.“What are we doing?”
“Making up for lost time,”I growl, my mouth finding hers again. My hands move to her jeans,unbuttoning them seamlessly with one hand. My hand moves into her warmth, and I trace the edge of her panties. After a few seconds of torture, I pull her jeans and panties off, flinging them away.
She’s already wet, her arousal evident as I slip a finger inside her, her walls clenching around me.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,”I groan, my voice thick with desire.“Tell me you’ve been thinking about this too.”
Ellie moans and shakes her head, her eyes closing as I begin to move faster inside her.
“Oh, you haven’t?” I ask with a teasing lilt to my voice. “How many times have you dreamt of me since we reconnected? How many times have you played with yourself to the thought of me? Tell me, Sweetheart.”
It’s a dare more than a demand. I want to make her squirm, for reasons other than my fingers diving into her pussy.
“Jamie…” she says breathlessly. “Please.”
Her hips buck against my hand as I add a second finger, thrusting into her with slow, deliberate strokes. Her head falls back, her tits heaving as she bites her lip to stifle her moans.
“What, El? What do you want from me?” I ask, tilting my head.
“I…” I stop, beginning to pull my fingers out slowly. “I want you.” she practically whispers.
Oh, that won’t do. “What was that, Sweetheart? I couldn’t hear you.”
“I want you. Please… please make me cum,” she whines, and my erection grows tenfold. Fuck she’s gorgeous.
I nod and resume pushing my fingers into her pussy. She pants and moans and writhes under me like she can’t get enough. I can’t believe I walked away from this. What the fuck was I thinking?
With a swift motion, I unbuckle my belt with my other hand, my pants sliding down my legs as I free my aching cock. It’s been too long, too many years of pretending leaving her was easy. I need to be inside her.
Positioning myself at her entrance, her eyes meet mine as I push inside her. She’s tight, so fucking tight, her body welcoming me like it’s been waiting for this moment just as long as I have.
“Fuckkkkk,”I groan, my hands gripping her hips as I begin to move. She moans loudly, and I cover her mouth with my hand. She breathes through her nose, inhaling and exhaling rapidly. I move slow at first, each thrust deliberate, savoring the way she feels around me. Her nails dig into my back, her eyes widening as I fill her completely.
“Do you want more?” I ask, making sure she really want this.
Ellie nods.
Removing my hand from her mouth, I kiss her hard. She kisses me back, her fingernails running down my arms and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
With a low growl, I pick up the pace, my hips snapping against hers as I pound into her with relentless force. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the locker room, the scent of sex and sweat mingling in the air.
“Oh my god,”she cries, her head tossing back as she clenches around me.“Jesus, Jamie… fuck, don’t stop.”
I won’t stop. Not now, not ever. I’m lost in her, in the way her body moves with mine, in the way she moans my name like it’s a prayer. My balls tighten, the pressure building as I feel my orgasm approaching.
“Cum with me, Ellie,”I grit out, my voice raw.“Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”
Her eyes meet mine, her expression a mix of desire and vulnerability as she nods. With a final, desperate thrust, I push her over the edge, her body shaking as she cries out, her walls milking my cock as she cums.
I follow after her, pulling my dick out quickly and painting her with my release. Holy shit, what just happened?
For a long moment, we just stay like this, our breaths intertwining, our hearts pounding in unison. I leave a gentle kiss on her forehead, and she smiles. Grabbing a towel from the closet, I help her clean up. When that’s done, we frantically get dressed. I temporarily forgot we were in the damn locker room. As I pull my pants on and fasten my belt, I watch Ellie’s face go from rosy cheeked and bright, to ashen and worried. Or regretful. I can’t really tell.
“I have to go,” she says softly, backing away toward the door. What the hell?
“Ellie, wait,” I reach out to grab her wrist. Her eyes move down to where I’m holding her, then back up to my face. I see the tears forming in her eyes, and it’s like a gut punch. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, a lone tear running down her cheek. “We shouldn’t have done that…”
