Chapter 33 #3
As he sucks me into his mouth, I feel myself building.
It doesn’t take much more before I’m exploding into the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
At least since the last time he touched me all those years ago.
He doesn’t stop kissing me even when I laugh and place my hand on his head.
Instead, he lifts slightly and places gentle kisses along the faint scar on my bikini line.
His body rises slowly as he continues to kiss every inch of me, and my desire for him returns in greater fervor when I feel his erection against my leg.
I want to feel him inside me, but not before I get the chance to taste him again myself.
I slide down while he rests on top of me and kiss his stomach.
He leans forward on his elbows as I kiss the freckle above his left nipple and lick each and every one of his abs.
My blood burns with desire as I touch his chest with one hand and slide my other hand down his back.
I push my hand into his pants and squeeze his muscular ass with my fingertips.
He moans in approval, and I tug his pants down his legs as far as I can reach.
I slide out from under him to pull them off, and he wiggles to help me remove them.
I immediately jump on his back, and he laughs when I gently bite his ass through his underwear.
I glide my hands under him to feel him, and he groans in approval of my touch.
He flips himself over on the bed to give me better access to the bulge I desire most. I tug each sock from his feet and he watches me, licking his lips in anticipation.
I feel confident and beautiful and there’s nothing I want more than to show him what he means to me.
I start at his hips and the muscle that forms the V in his waist. It’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, and my tongue dances happily over each indentation and into the small amount of hair that tickles my nose.
I slide down his underwear as I kiss his skin until his erection springs free.
He’s larger than I remember, and my lust to feel him inside me causes me to lose all reason.
I pull his underwear down his thighs as I kiss and suck around him.
He moans in pleasure as he leans up on his elbows to watch me.
My eyes lift to his as I touch the tip of my tongue to his erection. He gasps and twitches in want.
I take my time running my tongue along his length before I encase him in my mouth.
The gasp that escapes his lips when I suck him gives me intense pleasure.
Knowing that I’m driving him mad satisfies me even more than he just did a few minutes ago.
He falls back onto the bed and grasps the back of my head.
I lift my eyes to his as I continue to touch and suck him, and suddenly I feel his hands on my arms. He lifts me up and we stand, both naked, skin-to-skin.
He kisses my mouth passionately as he bends to pull back the covers from the bed. I lie on the pillow and he turns to the desk and to his wallet. He retrieves a condom and saunters toward me. He’s so beautiful.
He leans down on top of me and kisses me once again as his body shifts into mine. He holds the condom in his teeth and rips it gently. I grin, and he returns it with the smile that makes me weak. The one that belongs to me.
“Do you know how many times I’ve pictured this moment in my mind?” he asks.
“Hmm… before or after we broke up?” I ask.
“Both.”
“I’d say a few.”
“Do you know how much I love you?” he questions.
“As much as I love you.”
I glance down at the wrapper in his hand and I can’t help but say, “I hope that condom hasn’t been in your wallet for fifteen years.”
“No.” He shakes his head with amusement. “I promise it’s a new one.”
“I should warn you I’m extremely fertile.”
He smirks. “Are you saying I should toss the condom? Because I’m good with that.”
I huff. “Not unless you’re sure you want a baby.”
“With you, sweetheart, I’ll take ten.”
“Ten? Oh hell no!” I laugh, although the idea he wants kids, especially with me, brings me insane amounts of joy.
His hand slides between us as he places the condom on himself.
I wriggle in anticipation and he pulses against my thigh in appreciation.
The memory of the last time he was inside me flutters through my mind, and although it was short lived and painful at the time, it never felt wrong. Because I was always meant to be his.
He gently kisses my lips as he lifts my jaw. He deepens the kiss, and I grip his back. He moves his hips slightly as he gently presses his body into mine. He enters me easily and fully, and he moans as I tighten around him, holding on to him inside me.
“Ever,” he whispers as he pulls out slightly then enters as fully and deeply as possible.
He fills me completely, and my eyes flutter closed as I bask in the fullness of him.
His mouth returns to mine as he eases in and out of me.
He squeezes my nipple and pulls it to attention, and I moan into his mouth.
He slides his hand under me to pull my ass up into him, and I cry out in pleasure when he pushes his hardness into me.
His hips crash into mine as his tongue dances in my mouth.
My body arches with every thrust, and I grasp him to keep him as deep as possible.
Fifteen years of desire, lust, friendship, and love go into every movement as he makes love to me.
I feel the enormity of the years it’s taken me to return to him pulse in my chest. The love I feel for him overwhelms me with emotion.
I can tell he’s getting closer, and his hand slides between us to please me once again in the final moments before he comes.
I’m awed that he remembers. I can tell he doesn’t want it to end as he rubs his fingers in all the right places with all the right rhythms. The fullness of him inside me combined with his touch sends me spiraling, and I grasp him as my moan announces my arrival to the edge of pleasure.
He plunges inside me and I come around him.
With two more thrusts, he comes as well, and he shudders into me repeatedly until he stills, breathless.
He leans his head next to mine on the pillow for a moment, and I hear him attempting to catch his breath. My fingers skim the lines of his back, and I turn my face into the side of his head and kiss his neck. He dips his head and kisses my shoulder several times before his eyes rest on mine.
“You…” he whispers.
I smile, and he kisses my lips so tenderly that I can almost feel a tremble in them.
He rolls over to the side and removes the condom. He leans over me to reach for a tissue on the nightstand, wraps it neatly, and drops it to the floor. His mouth returns to my breast, and he continues to lick around my nipple, sucking and tugging lightly.
He lifts his eyes to mine. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“I hope it was worth the years of patience.” I giggle.
He plays with a ring of my hair in his hands. “It was worth every second. But I’m nowhere near done with you, so I hope you’re not too tired.”
I laugh as the stubble from his face glides along my stomach, and in my head I hear my heart offering a small yet significant thank-you to the universe for reminding me that I’m enough for me and enough for him.