Twenty-Two
Teller
I want to take my time with her. I want to memorize every sound she makes, every place that makes her gasp and moan. I've been given a second chance, and I'm not going to waste a single moment of it.
I kiss my way down her body again, but this time I don't stop at her pussy. I slide two fingers inside her, and she's so wet they glide in easily.
"Fuck," I breathe. "You're so wet for me, baby. So ready."
"I need you," she whimpers. "Please, Teller."
"I know. I know, baby. But I want to make you come again first. Can you do that for me? Can you come on my fingers?"
"Yes. God, yes."
I pump my fingers in and out of her, curling them to hit that spot inside that makes her see stars. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing in tight circles. She's panting now, her hips rocking against my hand.
"That's it," I encourage. "Take what you need. Use my hand. Fuck, you're so beautiful like this."
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I know she's close. I lean down and suck her clit into my mouth again, and that's all it takes.
She comes with a cry, her whole body tensing. I feel her pussy contracting around my fingers, and feel the rush of wetness. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down.
"Teller," she gasps. "I can't... I need you. Please."
I pull my fingers out and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I groan.
"You taste like heaven."
I stand and quickly strip off my jeans and boxers. My cock springs free, hard and aching. I've been so focused on her pleasure that I've ignored my own need, but now it's almost painful.
Susanna's eyes go wide. "I forgot how big you are."
"You can take me. You always take me so perfectly."
I grab a condom from the nightstand—we'd stopped using them a year ago, but I'm not taking any chances until we're fully back on solid ground—and roll it on.
Then I climb onto the bed and settle between her thighs.
"Look at me," I say softly.
She does, her eyes meeting mine.
"I love you," I tell her. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you how much."
"I love you too."
I line myself up and push inside slowly. She's so tight, so hot and wet, and it takes everything in me not to just slam home. But I want this to be good for her. I want her to feel cherished.
Inch by inch, I sink into her. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"Okay?" I ask, pausing.
"More. Give me more."
I push deeper until I'm fully seated inside her. We both groan at the sensation. She feels like home. Like everything I've been missing.
"Fuck, Susanna. You feel so good. So perfect."
I start to move, slow and deep. Each thrust is deliberate, measured. I want to feel every inch of her, want her to feel every inch of me.
"Harder," she breathes. "I won't break."
"I know. But I want to savor this. I want to savor you."
I keep the pace slow, grinding against her clit with each thrust. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. I can feel her getting close again, her pussy fluttering around my cock.
"Touch yourself," I tell her. "I want to watch you make yourself come while I'm inside you."
Her hand slides between us, her fingers finding her clit. She rubs in quick circles, and I can feel the added pressure against my cock.
"That's it, baby. Make yourself feel good. Fuck, you're so sexy like this."
"Teller," she moans. "I'm going to come."
"Come for me. Let me feel it."
Her orgasm hits, and her pussy clamps down on my cock like a vice. The sensation is so intense I nearly come right then, but I grit my teeth and hold back. I want to make this last.
I fuck her through her orgasm, my pace picking up slightly. She's so sensitive now, every thrust making her gasp and whimper.
"One more," I say. "Give me one more, baby."
"I can't. It's too much."
"You can. I know you can. You're so strong, so perfect. Come one more time for me."
I shift the angle, hitting that spot inside her with every thrust. My hand slides between us to replace hers on her clit, rubbing firm circles.
"Oh God," she cries. "Teller, I—"
She comes again, harder this time. Her whole body shakes with it, and the feeling of her pussy milking my cock is too much. I let go, my own orgasm slamming into me with the force of a freight train.
"Susanna," I groan, burying my face in her neck. "Fuck, baby. I love you. I love you so much."
I come and come, emptying myself inside her. When it finally subsides, I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her with my weight.
We lie there for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest.
"That was..." she starts.
"Yeah."
I pull out carefully and dispose of the condom, then gather her into my arms. She curls against me, her head on my chest.
"Thank you," I whisper into her hair.
"For what?"
"For giving me another chance. For letting me love you again."
"You never stopped loving me. You just... forgot how to show it."
"I'll never forget again. I promise."
She's quiet for a moment, then says, "I'm not saying everything is fixed. We still have work to do."
"I know. And I'll do whatever it takes."
"Okay." She presses a kiss to my chest. "Okay."
We fall asleep like that, tangled together, and for the first time in months, I sleep through the night.