I kept sinking until I reached her cervix.
“Griffin.” She locked her ankles together around my waist, her heels driving into my back as she tugged on me. Her nails dragged down my back, making indentations in the skin. Her lower back twitched, and her cunt squeezed me like a snake suffocating its prey. “Oh…god.” She locked her gaze on mine as she came around my dick, slathering my length with her slick arousal. We weren’t moving together, idle in our positions as our bodies absorbed on another. I could have started to thrust, but watching her come the second my dick was inside her was more than enough.
Her orgasm seemed to stretch on for so long. She kept clawing my back as she finished, her gorgeous face putting on a performance I would never forget. She was writhing from the pleasure of our union, just the feeling of my dick enough to make her explode.
I waited until she was done, until her screams subsided.
The pleasure slowly passed, but her eyes remained on me. She stopped carving my back with her fingernails and stared at me as she caught her breath. There was no shame in the look, no apology for hitting her threshold instead of waiting for me to join her.
And that was exactly how I liked her—unapologetic.
With my dick soaking wet, I started to thrust inside her. Through her soft flesh and slickness, my cock slid in and out. It’d been so long I forgot how incredible her pussy felt. When it was just us together, skin to skin, it was the most pleasurable experience. When we moved together like this, I couldn’t just feel her tight cunt. I could feel her beating heart, her broken soul, and the endless feelings that swirled through her body. We were connected on a primal level, just man and woman. I looked into her eyes as I thrust inside her, as I made love to her at a slow and steady pace.
“Griffin.” Her lips brushed against mine as she spoke, her breath heavy with arousal. “I love you…so damn much.”
I didn’t stop rocking, didn’t stop pressing her into the mattress with my weight. My cock was harder than it’d ever been over the last three months. My hard-ons had been watered down with depression. Even the pictures I’d kept of her couldn’t give me as much as pleasure as she did right now. “Baby, I love you.” I’d missed telling her that, missed hearing her say it to me. They were words we didn’t exchange often because it seemed obvious in everything we did and said. It gave those beautiful words even more meaning.
“I miss feeling your come inside me.” She grabbed my ass and pulled me harder into her, tugging on me so she could get my length deeper and deeper with each pull. She widened her legs for me, spreading them farther so she could accommodate more of my girth. “Griffin, I want it.”
My hand moved into her hair, and I fisted it aggressively, yanking slightly so I could direct her gaze on me completely. I didn’t sleep with anyone while she was gone because I had a ridiculous notion I might get her back. I didn’t because I knew it wouldn’t be good like this, that the women would be nothing compared to her. If I was fucking a woman, I would picture Vanessa underneath me. I wouldn’t be able to get her out of my head. If I could really pretend she was there, then the sex would be good. But no woman would ever live up to Vanessa, not in looks and not in attitude. So I tugged on her harder, dominating her and claiming her as mine. There was nothing I wanted more than to give her my come every single night, to make it stain the sheets underneath us. Her pussy was the only one I wanted to stuff.
“Come inside me,” she begged, speaking against my mouth.
I hooked my arms behind her knees and bent her at a deeper angle, hitting her good and hard with every thrust. I smashed her clit and crushed the headboard, giving it to her just the way she asked. I wanted to dump my come inside my woman, but I wasn’t going to cross the threshold until she came with me.
She started to claw my back again, evidence of her impending orgasm. It was her signature move in the missionary position. I knew that because I remembered everything about her, all the details that lesser men would have forgotten. I knew how to make my woman come. She moved her face into my chest and sank her teeth into my collarbone. She ignited in a blaze, screaming and clawing at the same time. She bucked against me, her pussy clenching me. She came just as hard as she had minutes ago, maybe even harder.