12
Grant Werther
I never imagined it could feel this good to be with someone. But then, of course, it is because it’s her. The one who got away. The one I spent those summers years ago chasing after, and more summers than I care to admit after that—after we drifted apart, after we went our separate ways, she with the hip crowd and me with the sporty one—reminiscing about her. Wishing I hadn’t let us drift apart. Wishing I’d had the guts to make a move when we still talked.
After she left, I gave up. Moved on. But I never forgot about her. The first girl to set me on fire.
Now, out of nowhere, she’s back. Back, and mine at last. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone tear her away from me again.
We’re standing together in the old-fashioned bath of the farm house, the shower steaming hot against our skin. I can’t stop touching her. I lather up my hands with soap, mostly for the excuse, and playfully pin her against the wall as I run my palms down her sides, around to cup her firm, tight ass. Then I drop to my knees in front of her and trace my hands down each of her legs, one after the other, savoring the smooth feeling of her skin under my hands.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I tell her, gazing up at her across the flat plane of her belly, my mouth inches from her tight pussy. The pussy I just finished fucking so hard that her thighs and her mound are still a little red from the force of it.
Sasha grins down at me and runs her hands through my hair, her nails scratching against my scalp, a sensation that sends a pulse all throughout my body, straight down to my cock, where I’m already starting to get hard again just looking at her, touching her.
“You might have mentioned that,” she tells me, a playful little smirk on her lips.
“Well, once clearly wasn’t enough.” I tilt forward to kiss her hip bone, then the side of her stomach, then across her abs, moving closer and closer to her navel even as I murmur against her skin. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you just how fucking gorgeous you are. How I can’t get enough of you.” I flick my tongue into her navel and grin as she shivers against me, forceful enough that I can feel it. I run both hands around the backs of her thighs and grip her tightly, pull her against me. “You make me insatiable, Sasha Bluebell.”
“Only fair,” she whispers as her hands tighten in my hair, and her body tenses, her shoulders leaning back against the wall to brace herself. “Since you drive me wild, Grant Werther.”
“Only fair,” I agree, my smirk widening as I trail my tongue from her navel down toward her shaved mound. She gasps and twists a little when I reach the top of her mound, and I can tell she’s still sensitive from earlier. I’ll have to go easy.
But that’s fine by me. I like taking my time with her. I savor every minute I can get with this woman.
Gently, I pry her legs wider and trace my tongue across her mound. When I reach the crease where her upper thigh meets her hips, I trail my tongue up and down that, waiting until she moans faintly before I shift over to the other side to do the same there. When her hips start to buck against the wall, I bring my hands back to her ass, cupping her tightly, just hard enough to pull her forward a little, make her lean against me, as I duck my head lower to taste her sweet pussy.
I lick along her outer walls first, slow and careful. But she doesn’t tense, doesn’t seem to have any pain. If she’s sore, it’s the good kind of sore, so my slow, gentle licks don’t cause any discomfort. Before long, Sasha’s moaning my name faintly, and when I steal a glance up at her, like I’ve been doing all along because I love this fucking view of this woman, she’s got her eyes closed and her head back, lost in the sensation.
I part her pussy lips with my tongue and lap slowly along her slit from back to front. Fucking hell. She tastes amazing, as always. An addictive, almost sweet flavor that I cannot get enough of.
“Don’t stop,” she murmurs, her breath coming faster now. She doesn’t need to tell me twice.
With a faint growl at the back of my throat, I pin her against the wall, the hot water from the shower still cascading down our shoulders and over our skin, mingling on my lips with her scent and flavor. I lick her faster, my tongue toying along her slit, driving her wild. When she’s bucking against me, and her hands fist so tight in my hair that it makes my eyes water, I push my tongue deeper between her lips. Find the entrance of her pussy and press my tongue inside, as deep as I can.