I move my hands down her arms, over her hips. One palm travels to her thigh and my fingers move upwards, so fucking slow, giving her every opportunity to stop me. Instead, she lifts her hips, giving me access to her pussy. I take that as the green light and slide my fingers through her folds.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I groan into her kiss.
“Is that a bad thing?” she asks, pulling away from my mouth.
I smile. “No, it’s fucking good, Addi,” I tell her as my fingers circle her clit. Her hips move in rhythm with my hand. “How does it feel?”
“Good,” she moans. “Really good.”
Moving my fingers south, I gently push two into her opening, keeping my eyes on her face. “And now?” I ask. “How does it feel?” I withdraw my fingers and push them back in. I can tell by how fucking wet she is that she’s enjoying this, but I need her to tell me.
Addison closes her eyes. “So good.”
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Addison’s eyes spring open. There’s so much emotion in them I almost stop what we’re doing, but then she smiles at me. “I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you more than anything else.”
Her lips crash onto mine and then she pulls back again. “Lex, make me come.”
“You want to come, Addi?” I press the pad of my thumb against her clit.
Addison’s head bobs up and down. “Yes, I want to come. So bad.”
I circle my thumb around her harden bud while pumping my fingers into her pussy faster, harder with each thrust. It doesn’t take long before her pussy clenches around me and her body shivers with pleasure.
Addison’s mouth returns to mine as she falls apart right on top of me. It takes all of my self-control not to roll her over and push my cock into her.
She sits back up, and her lips spread into the biggest fucking smile I’ve seen on her face since I got her back. “That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing.” I remove my fingers from her pussy and bring them to my mouth, sucking them in. “And you taste fucking amazing too.”
Somehow, her already blushed cheeks become a brighter red. “Thank you?”
Her hands move down my chest as she shifts backwards a little on her knees. Her fingers reach the waistband of my boxers. “Can I?” she asks, her fingers hooking inside.
I nod my head, not taking my eyes off her. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her she doesn’t have to do this, but she already knows that. Her tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip as she pulls my briefs down, letting my cock spring free.
“It’s so pretty.”
“Addison,” I growl. “Do not call my cock pretty.”
“Why not?” she questions curiously as her hand tentatively wraps around it.
“Forget it. You can call it whatever you want. It’s yours anyway,” I grunt as her palm starts stroking my length up and down.
“Do you have a condom?”
“My wallet.” I nod towards the bedside table.
Leaning over me, Addison lets go of my cock and grabs the wallet. I should have reached for it myself so she didn’t have to stop touching me. She opens my wallet and stares inside. I know what’s caught her attention.
“What you’re looking for is in the back pocket, Addi,” I tell her.
“Why do you have a picture of me in here?” She turns the wallet around to show me, as if I haven’t looked at that image every day since she left school.
“Because you’re the best thing I’ve ever had. I wanted to remember that there are good things in this world.”
