There’s one thing I understand about women. There’s good pussy and then there’s good sex. Good pussy doesn’t mean the sex will be good. Carleen has both. I crave sex with her like my next breath.
Her pussy is tight, wet, warm, and she fucks with me, matching me passion for passion. The thought of it has my lips on her inner thighs, wanting to arouse her so I can slide inside and take us both to that place that makes me see stars.
“Rio,” she pants as I nuzzle her folds over her panties.
I bite the fabric, pulling it away from her slick center. I release her panties from my teeth and inhale her deeply. She smells like heaven even after a seven-and-a-half-hour flight.
I hook my fingers in her underwear and peel them down her long legs. My eyes go to her belly. It’s evidence of our love. It turns me on so much, I’m ready to bust through my pants.
“You look amazing carrying my child.”
She moans in answer as I place my palm on her stomach and dive in to eat her sweet pussy. I groan. Oh God, how can she taste better than the last time I went down on her?
She lifts her legs and pulls them back into her chest. I pin her thighs in place and dive deeper. Soon her voice is louder than the music.
I smile and push in two fingers to beckon her climax. Her thighs begin to shake.
“Did you miss me?”
“Fuck yes, Rio, please. I need you.”
I back off and quickly come out of my clothes. She sits up and tugs off her dress. When her breasts come into view in her bra, my mouth waters. They’ve gotten bigger. I didn’t think they could get more perfect.
She scoots back to the edge of the bed, sitting with her hands on her stomach as she looks up at me. I palm her throat and tilt her head back. Bending, I give her a searing kiss.
A groan rips from my lips as she palms me and starts to stroke my length. I release her and stand straight.
“On your knees, in the center of the bed, now,” I command.
I climb on the bed with her and sit on my butt on my heels. I guide her to turn her back to face me. Backing her up until she’s sitting on my thighs. I ease my length into her from behind.
“Oh, yes,” she pants as she starts to ride me, bouncing on my length.
I hold on to her hips as she moves up and down. I can’t help but thrust up into her, throwing her off pace. She falls forward on all fours. I place my hand in the center of her back and hold her in place as I start to drill into her.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “This pussy is better than I remember. My beautiful girl. You kept this shit tight for me. I want to come deep inside you. Argh. That’s it, keep coming on me.”
“Rio, please. Harder. I can take it.”
I growl and reach for her shoulders before I pound her ass into the mattress. I don’t know how long we’re going at it before we’re both spent and all she can do is shake and quiver in my arms. I fuck her tight pussy until it dries up and my cum is the only lube she has as she tries to keep humping my semihard cock.
“I think that’s enough for now,” I pant and chuckle, then kiss her sweaty forehead. I’m on my back now, with her on top, pressed tightly to my chest.
She moves to my side and snuggles in close. Tossing her leg over my thigh, she places her palm in the center of my Adonis belt. Turning her face up to me she smiles.
“I love you,” she purrs and kisses my jaw. “God, it feels good to say that in person.”
“It feels good to hear it. I love you too.”
“I always wanted to ask you something.”
“Then ask.”
“Why’d you get butterflies?” she asks and brushes at the swarm I have tatted across my stomach, leading toward my cock.
“Do you remember when I got them?”
She bites her lip and looks up at the ceiling. “Around the time I told you that I was thinking about handing over my V-card.”
I snort. “Exactly. I don’t know. In my head it made sense at the time. You loved butterflies and when we were little you would trip over your feet to chase after them whenever you saw one.”
She sits up and looks down at me as she laughs. “Boy, tell me you didn’t get them tattooed there so I’d trip onto your dick.”
I gave her a sly smile. “I hoped you’d chase them down.”
She laughs harder and I join in. Subconsciously, I really did hope she’d catch the hint back then. Dante teased me about the butterflies for weeks when I first got them done.