Chapter 19 #3
Her whole body jumped.
I stood, wiping my mouth with my thumb, and watched her look at me.
She was ruined already.
Bra crooked. Breasts out. Bra still clinging to her. Boots on. Lips parted. Eyes wet and hungry and dazed.
Perfect.
My pants were open before I thought about opening them.
I pulled my dick free, hard and heavy, and her eyes dropped.
She whimpered.
“Look at you,” I said. “Still hungry.”
She lifted those pretty eyes to mine. “I need you.”
That was all she had to say.
I reached for her, gripped her thighs, and lifted her right there in the middle of her apartment.
Her legs wrapped around me, boots pressing into my back.
Boxes surrounded us. Something knocked against my ankle.
The world narrowed to her arms around my neck and the wet heat of her pussy sliding against the head of my dick.
I held her there for one breath. Just one.
Then I pushed inside.
Her cry came out strangled and beautiful, breaking against my mouth while her body took me in. Wet. Tight. Bare. Pulling at me with a suction so deep my knees locked before I could take another step.
“Fuck, Mani.”
Her face tucked into my neck.
I gripped her fat ass and held her open, letting myself feel what her body was doing to me. The slick pull. The tight stretch. The way her pussy clenched and released around my dick like she had been made to welcome me back and punish me for ever letting her go at the same time.
“You feel that?” I said, voice rough.
She nodded against me.
“No. Talk to me.”
“I feel it.”
“Yeah, you do.”
I thrust up into her, and her mouth opened against my throat.
I did it again. Harder.
Her body bounced in my hands, breasts shifting out of that half-ruined bra, nipple rings flashing every time she moved. I fucked her in the middle of boxes and shoes and all the unfinished pieces of her life, using the strength in my legs to hold us both while she clung to me and took every stroke.
“That’s it,” I said. “Take this dick.”
“Baby…”
“You can take it.”
Her nails dug into my shoulders.
“You taking it so pretty too.” I kissed the side of her face. “Wet as hell. Tight as hell. Still acting shocked like you don’t know what this is.”
Her breath hitched.
I drove into her again, deep enough to make her cry out.
“Look at you,” I said, mouth at her ear. “Still trying to act surprised about what this dick does to you.”
She whimpered and shook her head.
“I don’t know why.” Another stroke. “When this pussy takes me like it was made for me.”
Her body clenched hard.
“There you go.”
Her head fell back, and her lips parted on a silent cry.
“No answer now?” I asked. “Nothing smart to say?”
She could not respond.
Good.
I gave her more.
Every thrust made her wetter. Louder. Softer in my arms. Her pussy gripped me like it did not want to let me out, every stroke dragging a slick sound from between us that made my control feel thinner and thinner.
I kept my feet planted, knees bent, hands full of her ass, and fucked up into her while her body folded around mine.
She came again with a scream that hit the walls.
Her thighs locked around me.
Her pussy clamped down, pulling at my dick so hard my vision flashed at the edges. I held her through it, teeth against her shoulder, breath hot on her skin, giving her slower strokes while she shook and tried to survive what she had asked me for.
“Baby, I can’t.”
“You can.”
Her arms tightened.
“I got you.”
She was ragged now. Beautiful with it. Trembling. Lips swollen. Eyes shining. Her body still gripping me in little aftershocks that made my own release sit low and heavy, waiting on the wrong second to take me under.
I kissed down her chest. To the tattoo over her heart.
My name.
Still there.
Still hers.
Still mine in the only way that had ever mattered.
I pressed my mouth to it, and her breath broke.
Then I licked it slowly, tasting sweat and skin and all those years between us.
Her eyes filled.
I pulled one pretty nipple back into my mouth, the bra still half holding her, half giving up. I sucked her gently this time, then tugged the ring with my teeth until she made a soft, broken sound.
I lifted my head and looked at her.
“I never let you go either, baby.”
A tear slipped down her cheek.
My chest tightened around the sight of it.
“And I never will.”
She kissed me then, desperate and wet-eyed, her mouth opening under mine like those words had reached somewhere deeper than sex could go by itself.
I started walking.
Slowly, carefully, still inside her, still holding her against me while she clung to my neck and breathed against my mouth. Boxes scraped beneath my foot. One of her shoes tipped over. I knocked into the bedroom doorframe and laughed against her lips.
She made a sound that might have been a laugh too, if another thrust had not turned it into a cry.
By the time I reached her bed, I was almost gone.
I laid her down and followed, dragging one of those boots higher around my waist before I started moving again.
Her back arched.
“Please.”
I kissed her mouth. “I know.”
Then I took my time.