She leans down first, slow and reverent, and kisses me like I’m something sacred she’s afraid to break. Her lips are soft, warm, tasting like sleep and vanilla and the faint sweetness of the muffins still cooling on the counter.
Gold hair falls around us like a curtain, brushing my chest, and for a moment the kiss is gentle, almost worshipful, her mouth moving against mine like she’smemorizing the shape of me. Like she knows exactly how long I’ve been without her. Like she missed me just as badly.
A sharp, aching longing and desperation slam into me all at once.
Fuck, I missed this. I missed her.
Weeks of nothing but stone and blood and poison, and now she’s here, real and warm and mine.
I groan into her mouth, a broken, grateful sound, and kiss her back, fiercer, hungrier. Her taste—sweet, clean, hers—floods my senses, and I drink it down greedily, tongue sliding against hers, savoring every soft sigh, every tiny whimper she gives me.
She tastes like a home I never had. Like the only good thing I’ve ever been allowed to touch. Like forgiveness I don’t deserve but will take anyway.
“You’re here,” I murmur against her mouth. “You’re really here.”
“I am. Here. Yours.” Her tongue slips between my lips, seeking, and the reverence catches fire.
I cup the back of her head, fingers threading through that silky gold hair, holding her to me as I devour her. I lick into her mouth, slow and deep and filthy, tasting every corner like I’m trying to commit her to memory all over again.
Her moans are heady, melting against my chest, and the sound vibrates straight to my cock, making it throb painfully between us.
God, she feels so fucking good. The warm weight of her body straddling me, the soft press of her tits against my chest, the slick heat of her bare pussy resting against my achingly hard shaft—it’s almost too much after so long without her.
God, how I’ve craved this. The way she fits against me like she’s made to be here. The way her skin is like silk under my rough hands.
I slide my palms down her back, gripping her ass, pulling her tighter against me so I can absorb every inch of her naked body pressed to mine.
She rocks, slow and teasing, her soaked cunt gliding along my hard length, coating me in her slick. The wet, slippery friction is pure torture and pure heaven, and I never want to feel anything else. Nothing in this world is better than this, right here, right now, just her consuming me, every move of her body sayingyou’re worthy, perfect, mine.
I groan into her mouth, hips twitching up instinctively, desperate for more.
“Sophia,” I rasp against her lips, voice wrecked with weeks of missing her. “Fuck, I missed you. Missed this mouth. Missed the way you taste. Missed how wet you get for me.”
“I missed you, too.”
I breathe in her words, tasting forever where she’d left it coiled and aching whenever she haunted my dreams. Blonde, perfect, impossibly hot and soft and messy, every piece of her better than I remember.
She’s soaked, dripping, sliding her wet cunt up and down my shaft in long, teasing strokes without ever letting me inside. The hot, slippery friction is torture. Every glide coats me in her arousal, the head of my cock catching on her swollen clit as she rocks.
I groan into her mouth, hips jerking up instinctively, but she keeps control, driving me fucking crazy with the slow, deliberate rub of her cunt all over me.
“I don’t ever want to be away from you again,” I say against her soft, heady lips. “Don’t ever leave me.”
“Never,” she whimpers, kissing me harder, tongue tangling with mine as she grinds down, rubbing her pussy all over my cock. The heat of her, the slick glide, it’s driving me out of my mind.
How I’ve dreamed of this. In the dark, in the filth, in the haze of whatever poison Valeria pumped into me. I dreamed of her taste, her heat, the way she opens for me like no one else ever has.
My hand grabs the back of her head, and I pull her closer, kiss her deeper, teeth clashing. I want to pour every lonely, aching night into her. I want to fuck her, but I want her to suffer for it a little, to know how much I’ve burned and withered these last weeks. I reach between us, slick fingers sliding over the silk of her skin, and rub her clit in tight, slow circles that make her shudder above me.
“Nazareth,” she moans my name like a prayer answered wrong.
“You’re dripping all over my cock, baby. Such a greedy little thing.”
She smiles against my mouth, wicked and sweet at once, then shifts lower, and her hand wraps around my throbbing shaft, stroking me slow and firm, thumb circling the slick head. I watch, mesmerized, drugged on the feel of her, as she leans down, hair spilling soft and cool across my thighs and stomach. Her tongue flicks out, licking a long, slow stripe from base to tip, tasting herself on me. Then she takes me into her mouth.
My head falls back, my throat craned as I groan. “Fuck, baby girl.” The wet heat is devastating.
Biting my bottom lip, I glance down. She’s sucking me deep, tongue swirling, then relaxes her throat until I feel the tight squeeze as she swallows around me, nose brushing my pelvis.
