Now #2
My tongue tingles with the need to sample her.
I did it that evening, licking her off my finger, but there’s nothing quite like getting it right from the source.
So, I don’t resist the urge and lower my face between her thighs, hungrily running the pointed tip of my tongue over the length of her slit, bottom to top.
She shivers under me, crying out my name, and I don’t need more encouragement to keep going.
I lap at her until she’s everywhere in my mouth, then I lock onto the swollen crest that demands my attention.
Again, I wish I had longer hair when her trembling hand comes to my scalp.
I used to love the ache of her tugs prickling down my spine as I ate her out.
I all but feast on her, doing exactly what she prefers, what she wants.
This is the only way I know how to eat pussy.
I learned with her, through every one of her moans and whimpers.
I know she’s slightly more sensitive to the right, and that if I suck hard, she’ll jolt with a mix of pain and pleasure, but the licks that I soothe her with will have her left thigh shaking uncontrollably.
I’ve been sexually active these past six years. Quite a lot, actually. But I didn’t make a habit of going down on the random women I spent my nights with. And the rare times I did, I didn’t bother finding out what they preferred. It didn’t matter to me. Not as much as it does now.
“Jax!” Evie cries out, back arching off the steps.
As I look up, the temptation of her quivering tits has me reaching up to them, fondling them. “Come for me, princess. Come so I can shove my thick cock in your tight little pussy.”
I don’t give her a choice but to comply, locking in on her clit, tormenting it in a way I know will make her shatter. And sure enough, it works.
Her orgasm echoes around us, sweet cries that resemble agony more than pleasure. But the throbbing against my tongue and the trembling of her legs are all pleasure and bliss.
I keep licking, holding on to her thigh over my shoulder so she can’t escape, drawing out her climax for lengthy seconds. I don’t even stop when she looks down at me with teary eyes, overwhelmed by how good everything feels.
The only thing that convinces me to stop are the painful pulses of my cock. I’m about to come in my pants, like I sometimes did when we were teenagers. I’m too fucking old for that. It’d be so fucking embarrassing.
So, I rip myself away from her addictive taste and crawl back up. Holding on to a step on each side of her, I give her a long, deep kiss, so we can share the remnants of her pleasure.
Her slim hands work on the opening of my pants as I hold myself over her, and when she slips one into my boxer briefs, I groan into her mouth. She fists my length, fingers barely able to circle me, and gives my cock a few tentative strokes.
Fuck, this feels amazing. Better than anything I’ve experienced in a long fucking time. But this is a bad idea. I can’t be coming in her hand like this. Not so soon.
I pry it away and push my pants lower on my hips, below my ass, enough to free myself completely.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Condom. Do you have any?”
If she doesn’t, I’ll go fucking mad. She’s so stunning with her glistening eyes and pink cheekbones … “I—I just had my implant changed,” she says after a brief moment of intense pondering. “And I’m clean. Are you?”
“Yeah. I haven’t—I haven’t been with anyone in months, and the team gets tested regularly.”
“Oh … you haven’t …?”
“No. Not since you came back. And I haven’t fucked anyone raw since the day you left.”
The admission has her lifting herself to lock her lips with mine again. I lower into her to comply and align the swollen head of my dick with her dripping slit.
Although the temptation to plunge into her is great, I reel it in for just a little longer. Instead, I slide the fat tip up and down her pussy, covering it in her arousal. When I give her sensitive clit a couple of taps, she jolts with a helpless whimper.
Alright, that’s enough torture for both of us. I guide myself right at her entrance, but I don’t push in.
“Are you sure?” I ask, breathless.
“No. This is a terrible idea. But it’s not like we’ve never made bad decisions before.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
I thrust at the same time as she lifts her hips, and half of me sinks into her warmth.
Fuck … She feels so good. Even better than I remembered. So snug, and warm, and soaked. She’s like silk around me, her walls stretched tight, her heat enthralling.
I thrust forward again, planting myself deeper into her, and her minty exhale fills the space between our faces. Another thrust, and I’m almost there, almost fully buried into her. Fuck, I almost have to fight my way into her, like the first time we ever did this.
“Why does it feel like I’m taking your virginity again?” I breathe out, only teasing.
“Because you’re huge,” she defends herself, looking down between us. “I feel like I’m being split in half.”
I pull myself up just a little, so we can both see my cock inside her and the way my girth stretches her open. I pull out until only my tip remains, my rigid length shiny with her slickness, and then slam back in.
“Jax …” she moans, half protest, half pleasure.
Three more tries, and I finally bottom out, my shaven base smacking onto her wet curls.
“Is this what you wanted, princess?”
She nods, swallowing. “I feel so full. I forgot how thick you are.”
“And I never forgot how tight you feel.”
Now that I can fit into her, I begin a precise, measured pace.
I fuck her not too fast or too hard, just enough to help her climb to the next peak.
My teeth are clenched hard, and my eyes are locked on hers.
My ears feed on her moans and the little hiccups of pleasure when I angle myself in a certain way.
This is surreal. The sensations themselves are so heightened, the entire experience feels uncanny, impossible. I’d think I’m dreaming or somewhere in a coma, making all this up, if it weren’t so incredibly detailed and perfect. It’s never this clear, this complete when I dream of her.
I could do this for hours. I want to, but I can already feel my climax nearing.
It’s not entirely a problem, though, because I’m fairly certain I will stay hard even after I’ve emptied myself in her perfect cunt.
But I’m not letting that happen before I’ve felt her clamp and pulse around me at least once.
Adamant to give myself a chance to get there, I slow my thrusts but give my hips a sway that has my base pressing onto her every time.
She mewls my name below me, her fingers digging into my back, nails scraping my skin.
I lift my upper body just enough to open a field of view to where we’re joined and look down.
“Look at us,” I grunt. “Look at how well you take me.”
With a moan, she follows my command and her gaze lowers between us. We watch for a moment as my glistening cock pumps in and out of her. This feels like home, like where I belong.
“I missed this,” I say, my voice rough and low. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, Evie, I—Fuck!”
“I missed you too,” she moans, adjusting her thigh higher on my side as the opposite arm clings to my neck.
Her free hand is wrapped around the railing of the stairs, and she uses her other leg to keep herself in place in this complicated configuration. I see no discomfort on her face, only pleasure, so I decide to keep going. It’s not like I’ll last long, anyway.
Her breasts jolt with every hard drive into her, the wet slap between us filling my ears. Any time I look down at the sight of my cock pumping in and out of her, I have a hard time accepting this isn’t a trick of my mind or my eyes deceiving me.
I’m inside Evangeline again. It’s happening.
After so many years of thinking it never would.
I can’t fucking believe it. The fact that we could have been doing this for the past seven years but didn’t pains me as much as it frustrates me.
She stole this from us. Years of pleasure, years of losing ourselves in each other.
When her hand on my neck lowers to cup my ass and spur me on for more, that’s when I know she’s almost there.
“Are you gonna come for me, princess?” I rasp, picking up my pace as I lengthen the amplitude of my thrusts.
She nods with a strangled moan, eyes closed so she can focus on the pleasure.
“No, look at me,” I demand. She obeys instantly, allowing me to drown in the rich hues of her irises. “There. I want you looking at me when I make you come, Evie.”
I’m getting dangerously close, but she’s even closer.
I’m considering lowering a hand between us to tease her clit when I feel the first signs of her incoming orgasm.
The involuntary spasm makes me groan, and I maintain exactly the same cadence, the same angle, and the same depth.
I know how this works, and I’m not messing it up by changing a fucking thing.
“Jax, I—Oh God, I’m—”