She laughs and squints her eyes at me, “So, are you just going to stand there and stare at me all day?”
That kicks my ass into gear, “I was thinkin’ about it,” I respond as I close the door behind me and take a few steps further into my room.
Over the years, I’ve always been so careful where Beretta was concerned because I didn’t want anyone to figure out that I still had feelings for her. Even her.
I don’t want her to second guess our decision to end our relationship, but here she is looking fine as fuck on my bed, basically giving me fuck me eyes, and I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself.
“I’d rather you didn’t. In fact, in the effort to stay in bed, I was thinking that you come over here and hold me for a little while?” The phony smile falls off her face, and she looks down, “I’m not really in the mood to talk to a lot of people right now. It’s just getting more confusing.”
“You want me to lie with you?”
“Yeah. I mean, is that okay?” she asks.
My insides are warring with the right thing to do. Part of me feels like I’m taking advantage of her. If Beretta had her real-life memories, she probably wouldn’t ask me to get in the bed with her, but there’s a chance that she might have. Moreover, I don’t really want to deny myself this. I want to feel her body, even if it’s just for tonight.
“Of course, it’s okay. I just want to make sure that you’re not moving too fast or anything like that. If you want me, here I come.” I kick my shoes off and pull off my jacket.
I lock my room door and turn the lights out to give us an even better, secluded feel. The second I lie in bed with her, she begins to rub her fingers over the curves of my muscles. This shit feels like fucking heaven, and we’re not even having sex. This is just another reminder of why I can’t be with her. If something were to happen to her because of me, I don’t know how I would live with myself. I still love her, and even if she doesn’t love me now, I know she loved me back then. I’m going to just accept that as fact for now.
“So, did you miss me?” she whispers while she continues to touch me. It’s been a long while since I’ve heard her use that tone of voice with me, but I know what it means. My girl is needy, and my cock is already hard and ready for action.
“You know I did.”
“Hmm. Show me how much.” She leans up and captures my mouth with hers. I wasn’t expecting her to be so aggressive on her first night back, but some things about Beretta never fucking change. The woman goes for what she wants, and most times, she doesn’t take no for an answer.
“Beretta, we don’t have to do this.” I grip her hips, and my fingers dig into her warm flesh as she rocks against me.
“I know we don’t have to do it. I need it. You’re the only thing that feels right to me. Don’t deny me.”
It’s dark enough in the room that I have a hard time making out her features, but I can see her eyes clearly. The way she begs me forces me to throw every bit of caution to the wind. If my girl wants to be fucked, then I’m going to be fucking her.
“Shit, wait.” I roll her over so she’s on her back. If I’m going to fuck her, I need to at least make her as comfortable as possible. She was just in a fucking coma with a brain injury. I’m not a soft fuck at all. I don’t need her head being jostled back and forth more than necessary.
I take the pillows that I have and arrange them around her before she attacks me again. We’re all lips and hands as we rush to get each other naked.
Once we’re both ready, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me toward her. She’s not interested in any kind of foreplay, not interested in me tasting that sweet pussy one more time, nothing that I always thought I would do to her if I ever got the chance to be with her again.
“Wait, fuck, I need to make sure you’re ready. I need . . .” My attention evaporates as she reaches down and begins to stroke my cock, exactly how I love it. The woman knows what gets me riled up.
“I don’t want anything but you inside of me. Please,” she begs again and uses her calf to pull me down.
At any other time, I’m stronger than she is, but right now, with my sensitive dick in her hands, I feel weak. My elbows buckle, and I lower myself onto her. The second the tip of my cock comes into contact with her hot wet flesh, I’m crazed.
I press the first inch inside of her, and it feels like home. I’m going to make a fool of myself, and I haven’t even had a chance to get all the way inside of her.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” I push in further, and I feel her walls begin to open for me. I’ve been with other women simply to get my rocks off, but only one-night stands and only with condoms.
Beretta is the only woman that I’ve ever fucked without one, and it’s not a feeling that can ever be matched.
“I’m wet for you, please, deeper,” she moans and pushes her head back on the bed. Her nails sink into the top of my ass as she tries to pull me deeper inside of her.
“I’m here, babe. Hold on, okay,” I warn her, and she simply whimpers at my instruction. With one smooth thrust, I’m in to the hilt.
I want to sing. I want to cry. I want to come.
Fuck, I want to come now.
I press a hand to her waist. Latching onto her, doing my best to keep her as still as possible. I try to move slowly at first, but that last all of five thrusts before I’m rearing back and slamming into her. Faster and faster until she’s at the peak, coming gloriously and screaming my name.