She closed her eyes as a single tear slid down her face.
If that made her cry, there was no way I could show her the magic eye picture I’d bought after our first trip to Pier 39 and still kept in my wallet. No one knew about that custom stereogram that had two words on it and asked her to be mine forever. Not even Alex or Nick.
Another tear slid down her face and I could see that this was getting emotional and that was not the direction I wanted this night to go. To get things back on track, I slid my hand beneath her T-shirt, my fingertips grazed the side of her waist and ribs. My thumb brushed the half-moon of the lower curve of her breasts.
Her body quivered as she sucked in a shaky breath as she grasped my biceps tightly.
I could sense some hesitation and I wondered if this was too much for her. “Do you still want—"
“Yes,” she breathed as she lifted her arms.
I tugged the T-shirt up and off. It fell to the ground, and I stared at her bare breasts which were rising and falling in labored pants. I’d given her time to take in my matured body, and she allowed me the same pleasure. She stood, topless as I drank her in.
Her body still held the hourglass shape that had always driven me fucking crazy, and now it was even more defined. Her hips were wider, her breasts were fuller, and her stomach still cinched at the waist. Her pink nipples that sat on top of her generous mounds which were pebbled and standing at attention. Seeing her half naked caused my pants to tighten painfully as my cock swelled behind its zippered restraint.
Urgency roared in me, but I forced myself to take things slow. I lowered my head and gently pressed my lips to her shoulder before moving my mouth to her neck. She tilted her head to the side as I peppered barely-there kisses up her neck and nipped the sensitive area just below her ear.
A soft moan escaped from the back of her throat and vibrated against my mouth. I licked the area I’d just lightly bit. She loved having her neck kissed, almost as much as she loved having her breasts and sex kissed. I continued planting open-mouthed kisses on her neck until her breathing grew even more labored.
Her fingertips grazed my scalp as she raked her hands through my hair. I wasn’t the only one who remembered the other’s turn-ons. I’d alwayslovedit when she played with my hair. When her nails scraped along my scalp the sensation shot straight to my cock, driving me damn near the edge and over it. But she wasn’t the one in the driver’s seat, and I had no plans of going anywhere without her.
My hands moved down to her ass, and I gripped it, hard, as I picked her up. Her legs wrapped around me, and I turned and lowered her down onto the bed. I never stopped kissing her as I scooted us both up toward the headboard.
The mattress dipped beneath our weight as I rolled my hips between her legs, pressing my rock-hard erection against her sex.
Her hands fisted in my hair as I ground against her. I held myself up on one forearm and the other hand moved up her body to her breast. My mouth travelled south, over her shoulder, down her chest and met my hand at her nipple, which was knotted and begging for my attention.
Instead of giving her body exactly what it needed, I teased her. Using only my fingertip, I trailed along the tiny goosebump edges of her areola. Each pass I made the bumps became more defined and her nipple puckered tighter.
I continued rolling my hips which pressed my cock into her as I turned my attention to her other breast, giving it equal time but never touching her nipple.
“Maddox.” My name was a demand as her fingers fisted in my hair and tugged with just enough pressure that my balls tightened against my body.
Unrestrained need crashed over me, and a growl ripped from my chest.
She knew how to push my buttons just like I knew how to push hers, but I wouldn’t be rushed. Not tonight. Not when I only had one night.
Using just the tip of my tongue, I traced the same area that my finger had. She sighed in frustration that her tactic hadn’t worked. I continued circling the tip of her breast until finally my tongue flicked the hardened nub.
Her hips jerked up as I closed my mouth over her nipple and sucked it into my mouth, then scraped my teeth across it.
“Yes, yes,” she cried as her hips lifted, pressing her sex harder against my throbbing erection.
I could feel the heat between her legs and my balls tingled with release. We’d gotten off by dry humping more times than I could count. But that’s not what was going to happen tonight.
After all this time, when I made her come, I was going to feel her, taste her and then be inside her.
I knew she was close and that I could take her up and over the edge like this, but since that wasn’t going to happen, I rose up onto my knees, causing her arms to flop beside her on the bed. I stood as I unbuttoned my pants and kicked off my shoes.
She began to push her sweats down, but I stopped her. “No.”
Her hands stilled before she lowered her arms to her sides as a flush rose up on her cheeks. She’d always liked when I took control of things, which I’d had no problem doing as an inexperienced, cocky teenager and I sure as hell had no problem doing as a grown man.
She watched intently as I unzipped my pants and pushed both my boxer briefs and trousers down and off. I took myself in my hand and stroked up and down my shaft twice before pressing hard against the base to push my balls down away from my body to buy myself some more time. She licked her lips seductively, tempting me to put my dick in her mouth and let her suck me. But I knew if I did that, it would be game over. I would shoot my load in the back of her throat as soon as I felt her lips and tongue.
Instead of giving into my base desire, I leaned over and tugged her sweatpants and panties down and off her legs. I moved onto the bed and pushed her thighs apart as I rested on my forearms and kissed her ribs then down over her stomach. As I did, I noticed that I wasn’t the only one who had new marks on their body. She had a scar on her lower belly.
“What is this from?”
