25. Fuck It #2
Our tongues reunite. And even though he’s kissed me since I’ve been back, this is different. This feels familiar and new all at the same time. There’s an underlying power he holds over me that makes my heart speed. It reminds me of when we were young, when we were new and fresh.
Born-again sex. Who knew that was a thing?
His hand on my ass works its way to my hip where he yanks at my panties. “I want these off. I want to see every inch of you, the way you are only for me.”
My body warms, and I’m sure my skin is flushed, but I don’t care.
When the panties land at my ankles, I kick them aside. The moment I do, Payne lets go of me and steps back.
I swallow over the boulder in my throat as I stand before him bare.
“Beautiful.” His eyes drag down every inch of my body. “Fucking perfect. More perfect than I remember.”
I reach out for him and pull him to me. “Payne.”
He takes my hand and threads our fingers, but he leaves the space between us and continues to take me in. “I mean it. I don’t know where to start.”
I want to beg him to pick a spot and get going. The longer I stand here, the more I want everything from him. I’m desperate for anything he’ll give me.
He takes our entwined fingers, raises his arm, and gives me a twirl. It feels like something from long ago when I forced him to do high school musicals with me, or when we were by ourselves like this, but not naked.
My back hits his chest, and he folds his arm across me. When I peek up, he’s staring down my body and the tips of his fingers inch their way between my breasts, down my abs, and go straight to my sex.
My head falls back to his chest when he circles my clit. I close my eyes and shift my legs apart for him.
“You’re so wet. I can’t believe we’re here.”
“I know,” I breathe, doing my best to form words as he strings me up tight in a ball of nerves. “I never thought I’d have this again ... have you back when you had every reason not to want me.”
“Deep down, there was never a time I didn’t want you.”
I let that thought sink into my heart and soul. It warms me and fills me with something I’ve been missing for twelve whole years. It erases the regret and grief I’ve carried for leaving him. I hate that I can’t forgive the frightened nineteen-year-old girl inside me for not being brave.
With every touch he gives me, the past fades in my brain. He pulls me to the present filled with nothing but him and me.
And us.
“Payne, please. Don’t make me wait.”
He gives my clit another caress, stronger this time. My breath catches. I think he’s about to give me what I want, but I lose his touch altogether.
He turns me in his arms again and gives me a nudge to sit. My ass hits the mattress. When I look up, all I see is the bulge in his jeans—the cock I was obsessed with as a love-struck teenager, and the same one I snuck a peek at through the bathroom mirror when we were at the manor.
Payne’s intense stare doesn’t shift from me as he makes quick work of the button fly. I can’t look away as he yanks his boxers down. I’m eye level with his cock when he frees himself.
A new sensation sweeps over my body as I realize this is all mine.
Again.
I can’t stop myself and reach out to touch him. He sucks in a sharp intake of air when my fingertips trace his head and trail over a drop of precum that sits on his slit.
His hand comes to my chin and forces my gaze to shift to him. He drags a thumb over my bottom lip. My tongue sneaks out for a taste, thinking of other things I can’t wait to take in my mouth.
He presses his thumb between my lips. I smile around it as I give it a quick suck. I’ve never done that. I was too young and too hesitant when we were together before.
But now?
I can’t wait.
“You’re killing me,” he growls. “Not tonight. Tonight is all about you, baby. Lie back and open for me. I want to feel and taste every part of you.”
My thighs instantly tense. I didn’t think it was possible to become more wet, but I am.
His hot gaze drags over me as his tongue sneaks out to wet the crease of his lips.
He takes his cock in his own hand for an aggressive squeeze.
He works himself up and down twice. “Don’t make me wait, baby.
If you do, you’re really going to bring me back in time to our younger years when I fought tooth and nail for a sliver of control. ”
My eyes jump to his. “Really?”
He hikes a brow but never lets go of his cock. “I was a teenage guy, and you were you. Do you know how much I researched how to make you come first while I didn’t lose it in my pants? Give me some credit—being a hormonal teenager in love was hard as hell.”
I try to bite back my smile but fail. “And here I thought that came naturally to you.”
“You were my priority in my head and my heart. I had to convince my cock not to be an asshole.” He gives that very cock another stroke of his strong fist before he lets go of himself and puts a hand between my breasts. “I’m not feeling patient, Rube. I can’t wait another minute.”
I fall to my back under his touch and bring my feet up to the edge of the bed at my ass.
He shakes his head. “Spread for me, baby.”
I let my knees fall apart. Cool air hits my hot center and need fills me. I fist his soft bedding beneath me and stare at him where he’s zeroing in on what he wants.
My sex.
He drags a finger from my clit to my opening before he firmly moves my feet wider. “There. When I say I want you to spread for me, this is what I want.”