Then she actually does. Her fingers leave little swirls of warmth wherever they linger. They dip down and start to undo my pants. My hands are itching to reach out and help her, to touch her.
But I resist. I let her control the pace.
I watch her as she unbuckles my pants and pulls them down around my ankles. My boxers follow shortly after, and my cock jumps straight out of its confines.
Her eyes don’t leave my cock. She stares as one of her hands wraps around my shaft.
Then she sinks to her knees in front of me. The very sight is enough to make me come, but I bite down and resist the instinct. I will not allow myself to erupt until she does.
She faces off against my cock with the confidence of a woman who knows she can conquer it. Her swollen lips pop open and she slips the head of my penis inside.
I moan as pleasure rips through my body like a fucking lightning bolt straight from the heavens.
This is what we should have been doing the last thirteen years.
This is what they stole from us.
My bitterness dissolves into dust as she takes me deeper into her mouth. That brilliant, warm wetness takes hold of my core and refuses to let go. I watch as my cock slips in and out of her willing mouth.
She sucks on me with the kind of desperation that forces me to concentrate. But I refuse to shut my eyes.
Watching her suck me off, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
I place my hand on her head, stroking the wild curls into a reluctant submission.
She arches her back and forces my cock in a little deeper.
“Fuck,” I moan as my cock stiffens even further inside her mouth.
The only reason I stop her is because I’m forced to. Another minute of this and I know I’m going to explode down her throat.
Which sounds pretty fucking good in its own right, but I want to save that for another time.
Right now, I want to feel her pussy clench around my cock. I want her breath on my skin and her sweat mixed with mine.
I want all of her over all of me.
Gently, I pull myself out of her mouth. She looks up at me with questioning eyes, glazed over with lust.
Rather than answer, I drag her up to her feet and pick her up before walking her over to the fireplace.
I lay her down on the thick pile of rugs right in front of the stone hearth. Her legs part willingly and I settle between them.
She’s looking up at me with a dreamy expression in her eyes, as though she can’t quite believe we’re here.
That makes two of us.
I slip two fingers inside her, and they glide between her folds easily. She’s so wet that there’s no need to get her more ready for me.
I keep my fingers inside her for a few moments longer, though. If only to hear her fluttering gasps and feel her fingertips scrabble against my pulsing wrists.
When I remove them, I slip my fingers into my mouth and lick her taste off me.
Her eyes go wide at the sight. Her trembling doubles.
Her body is soft and supple underneath mine. I lean down so that her breasts are pressed up against my chest.
Then I push myself inside her.