Chapter 12
Rooster
My cock throbbed in my jeans. I wanted her so badly. Tasting her again was intoxicating. I could eat her for hours, days. But I wanted to be inside of her, and she just told me she wanted me there.
I’d not been with many women since her, but still kept condoms on me just in case. I had urges like anyone else–male or female. Women who didn’t like sex just weren’t getting fucked properly. And I’d be sure that wasn’t an issue for her.
Pulling the condom from my wallet then shedding my jeans and boxer-briefs, I made quick work of sheathing up then crept over her like my prey, tasting each section of soft skin on my way up. My hand cupped her swollen pussy, and I slipped a finger inside her channel.
“Still soaking wet,” I said as I worked another inside before taking her perfect rose-colored nipple into my mouth. The smell of her arousal mixed with her signature citrus fragrance was so perfect I’d bottle it and wear it like cologne if I could.
She moaned and writhed under me, her hands grasping at my hair. It had been so long since I had her, I wanted to take my time, but my cock was fit to burst.
“Rick, please,” she begged, tugging my head up to hers.
Slinking over her, I took her lips, plunging my tongue deep inside. Her hand reached between us, trying to guide me inside but I pushed it away and pulled my lips from hers.
The look of frustration and anger on her face was adorable. “I’m not trying to tease you, baby. Not this time anyway. I’ve wanted to bury my cock back inside of you for so long. I want to watch you as I do.”
I slipped the tip inside and she started to close her eyes, but I stopped, even though my body was screaming at me to fill her up. “Eyes on me,” I said through clenched teeth.
Her hazel eyes stared up at me, her cheeks pink, her rosy lips plump and parted. “Rick,” she said on a whisper, her hips rocking below me.
“Good girl,” I said as I pressed inside of her. All the blood in my body went straight to my cock and my skin tingled. Once I pushed in down to the hilt she gasped, and I stopped. “Goddamn you feel so good.”
Her hands gripped my ass, pulling me even harder against her. “I need you.”
Dropping a kiss to her lips, I pulled away briefly. “I got you, baby.”
Slowly I drew out, then back in, pulling her knee up to my side. I had her. I had my Sparrow. She was fuller now, softer than before. And I fit so perfectly inside of her and against her. If I died at that moment, it would have been worth it to be inside of her once more.
Her hips moved with me as I thrust in and out, slowly working my pace faster.
So many times I’d recalled all the ways I’d taken her before and new ways I wanted to try with her, but right now, this reunion, it was special–soft.
I wanted to make love to her so she knew this just wasn’t about fucking her.
But every time she squeezed my ass and pulled me deeper, my resolve started to break. Her warmth hugged my cock so well, and just eating her out had me nearly ready to blow my load.
Needing to be sure she was close, my other hand went to her clit, my thumb rubbing the perfect nub. “I need you to come again, baby. Your pussy’s too good.”
She gripped my ass even harder, then rolled us, my cock still tucked deep inside her.
My hands went to her hips as she rode me hard. Her round tits bounced in circles and her thick hair kept time with them.
Her nails dug into my chest as she bounced on my cock. “Come for me, Rick. Fucking come.”
My body tensed and my balls tightened. As my cum shot out in spurts, I moaned low, gripping her tight as her pussy pulsed around my cock, milking me.
“Rick, fuck!” she moaned loudly before slowing and finally collapsing onto my chest.
Wavy brown hair covered my face, but I didn’t move it. No, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her sticky body as close to mine as possible.
We lay there, our loud and heavy breaths the only thing filling the silence of her apartment.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
“Oh shit,” she said, lifting her head from my chest. “I didn’t tell Bit we made it.”
Pushing her hips gently, I slipped from inside of her. “I need to take care of that.” She started to climb off, but I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her back down. My other hand roamed over her, finding her perfect tit and squeezed before pinching her nipple.
She squealed into my mouth. “Rick!”
“I didn’t say right this second.”
She playfully smacked my chest and leaned up. Before climbing off, she leaned back down and kissed my chest, the sparrow. “I can’t believe you got that.” She pushed the hair back from her face. “I love it.”
“I love you.”
She froze.
I rubbed her cheek with my thumb. “I know. You don’t have to say anything, Sparrow. But I will keep telling you, every day. And I’ll keep proving to you how much every day, from here on out. Now go call your cousin, then finish packing. We need to get a head start on the road.”