Then I kissed her flesh as if it was her mouth. Softly. Sweetly. It was enough to set us off once again.
No sooner did Aspen flip the rope from behind her head, than she scurried to the divan’s edge. Panting, we fired into motion. I shot upright and trailed her, skidding to the ledge while she dropped onto my lap. With Aspen’s spine pressing against my torso, I hooked my fingers onto her shoulders, bracing myself for leverage.
Widening her limbs to reach my pelvis, Aspen’s rampant fingers worked between her thighs, jerking on the closures of my pants. The sensation of her stripping only this fragment of clothing wracked me to the bone. If she wished, I would grant her access to any part she craved, in any place we stood. I would let her undress me until the end of my days.
The panels flapped apart. I sighed, the liberation a merciful relief. My feverish cock sprang from the vent, cool air brushing the head.
This tender mercy didn’t last, the column of flesh aching for another type of friction, more exquisite than the former. Yet Aspen delayed, tormenting me by draping her fingers over my crown, then fisting its girth.
A carnivorous echo pulled from my chest. One might think the clan had housed an animal in here.
“So handsome,” she whispered while siphoning down to my sac. “You were always so fucking handsome. When I was seventeen, I hated you for that. And I loved you for it too.”
“And now?” I choked out, watching between us as she toyed with my erection.
“Tonight, I know better. It was never hate.” Her finger swiped more fluid from the pome of my dick. “It was heartbreak. But I don’t regret that because it was the journey I needed to take, to love you honestly later.”
While holding my bare cock, she twisted and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Sometimes we have to feel the pain first, to earn the happiness.”
My mouth brushed hers. “I will fight to deserve you for eternity.”
She grinned into my lips. “So will I.”
Then Aspen wheeled away. I hitched a breath as she braced my crown to her drenched aperture.
Because I could not view a forsaken thing from this vantage point, I grunted. Aligning my torso with Aspen’s back, I bent her forward enough to witness her cunt hovering over my shaft. The length stretched high, and the cap broadened, the skin pigmenting to a ruddy hue.
Heat from Aspen’s womanhood brimmed above my tip, eliciting a bead of cum to the surface. She uttered an irresistible sound before straightening, blocking the rest of my view.
Not that I presently gave a damn. I only need to see, feel, taste, touch, and hear this woman. Long ago, she had claimed all my senses, and I willingly succumbed to it.
Astride my waist, Aspen scooted into me. Humming, I tucked myself closer, the better to fuck her this way.
Comfortable, she fanned out her knees and rose over my cock. Then her pussy sank over me with a patient descent that flung my eyes to the back of my head.
Oh… Seasons fucking help me.
My tongue unleashed a string of indecipherable noises. Her pussy spread, suctioning around my width, every sleek inch lowering. She landed on my lap, wholly seated on my cock, a moan curling off her tongue.
Joined to capacity, we hunched into one another and savored the connection. Panting harshly alongside her, my forehead dropped to Aspen’s nape. Nature have pity, she squeezed and wetted me to the base.
After a shuddering moment, my head lifted, and we pumped in tandem. Our waists churned, my cock pumping upward, as her cunt levered down. The pace steadied,generously languid, so that I felt every smooth clutch of her walls.
Each time she hit my waist, the abrasion wrangled a soft groan from me. Each time my dick staked her deeply, the traction coaxed another moan from her lips.
The slow burn of lovemaking dissolved our surroundings, every detail blurring into mist. Tears clotted my throat. For I hadn’t experienced such an extraordinary link since my brother, and I never thought I would again.
She must have detected these awestricken thoughts, the sheer wonder of them. Indeed, this woman read me better than I read others.
“I dreamed of this as a girl,” she confided, bumping her hips into mine. “I thought I had stopped dreaming, but I hadn’t. Years later, the dream only took a different shape, as sharp as a weapon.”
“Powerful,” I muttered, bobbing my cock quicker.
“Strong,” she mewled.
“Honed.”
“Fierce.”
