“Too bad. She could have gotten several of them of me in the shower as I stroked my cock, thinking about your sweet pussy.”
My foot stills. “You thought about me?”
“Every day.”
Son of a bitch. Butterflies swirl and flutter in my stomach, and one of the walls I’ve erected around my heart cracks. Could we still have something special? Damn it. Stop thinking about the future. I shove off my back and crawl over to the edge of the bed.
“Let’s see what she missed.” My fingers shake as I brush his hand away and pop open the button of his jeans. Each tooth of his zipper makes a noise loud enough to make my lips swell and beg for relief.
As soon as the material opens, his cock jumps and practically waves in excitement. God, he’s beautiful. He jerks his jeans down his legs and kicks them to the side. My entire body tingles in excitement. He’s still the same person from high school, but he’s so much more.
I lean forward, and his scent overwhelms my brain. He smells like musk and sex. I flick my tongue out and trace the crown of his dick as his jutting flesh darts from side to side.
“Shit,” he hisses and slams his eyes shut.
That’s all the encouragement I need. Trey is the only man I’ve ever given oral sex to, and even though it’s been years, I’ve not forgotten how to please him. I grab his hips and engulf his cock with my mouth. My tongue rides along the veins as I take him deep into my throat.
“Fuck!” His hands lace through my hair and tug on the strands. My pussy clenches as if my skull has a direct line to my aching sex.
As my rhythm increases, his body tenses, and he glides me over his erection. My eyes take in his magnificent beauty – all his hard muscles and angles. God, I want him to fill me up. I moan around his flesh.
“Stop.” He jerks backward as if he senses my need or needs a break to keep from coming too soon. “Take off your clothes. I want to taste you.”
“God, yes.” My eyes roll back in my head, and I shudder.
As if I’m in a race, I rip my clothes off and toss them around the room. His hot gaze takes in every inch of my body at once. I have to fight the urge to cover up. I’m not the same teenager with tight skin and perky boobs. Fuck. What if he finds me repulsive? I grab the edge of the comforter.
“Don’t.” His jaw flexes. “You’re beautiful. Don’t even cover up. Not for me. Ever.”
I swallow audibly. And ignore his reference to the future. I can’t hope for something that has seemed out of my reach for so long.
He climbs onto the bed, and the mattress sags under his weight. “I have to taste you.”
“Please,” I whimper. The need between my thighs is growing so intense I fight the urge to press my legs together and grind against my sex.
“Open up.” He taps my knees and helps spread my tights wider.
My face heats as he studies my wet, swollen lips, and my throbbing clit. As he crawls between my legs, my thighs quiver in anticipation.
“So, sweet.” His rough fingers glide along with the interior of my legs, but he stays away from my core.
Tears spring to my eyes. God, I need him so much. It’s going to kill me.
“Please.” A tear slides down my cheek and lands in my hair.
“Always.” He stares into my eyes as he settles between them and flicks his tongue over the tight flesh of my clit.
I jerk and slam my pussy a
gainst his face. “Do it now. Please.”
His tongue swipes along my lips as he feasts on my juices. The entire time, his eyes never leave mine. The intensity of the moment is more than I can bear. I slam my eyes shut and block out the worship evident in his gaze. I’m not worthy of his love or his devotion. I’m the girl who is never good enough.
His fingers slip inside my sex, and he thrusts against my G spot. “Oh, God, yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please.”
I use my heels to push my center against his face and clench the comforter in my fists. God, it has been so damn long.
As I ride the ecstasy of his repeated thrusts, he latches onto my sensitive clit and rhythmically sucks it between his teeth. Each movement drives me closer to the edge.