Nuzzling down my core, his nose and lips both rub the silk-covered flesh between my thighs. Teasing me with what is coming, he sends me out of my mind with urgency. I lift into him, eager for more.
“Do you have a greedy little pussy?” He growls. “You let that dickhead touch you? Tell me. Tell me what you let him do to you.” His words chaff my ears; all the while, the laps of his tongue against my knickers blanket me in pleasure. “Tell me, does he kiss you here?”
Sliding my knickers aside with his teeth, he starts to lick the valley between my lips in long, deliberate laps.
Tasting.
Groaning.
Long.
Slow.
Fuck.
When I spasm on a wave of sensitivity, he forces my thighs into the mattress harder and plunges his tongue into me. He suddenly gets feral and rough.
The friction from his short beard is deliciously stimulating, while the licks of his tongue feel like pure ecstasy. One demanding that I am his and the other reminding me he is mine. Both awakening something. “Answer me.”
When he bites down on my clit, I yelp. “Yes!” My leg kicks out instinctively as currents rupture through me, stimulating my rippling coil of nerves. But he doesn’t let my sensitive bud go, flicking it with his tongue while it’s pinched tightly between his unyielding teeth.
Mewling and panting, I’m a mass of trembling limbs. My hands swing down to grab his hair, tugging at the strands, knotting them in tight. Hissing, he kneads the flesh of my legs, pushing them further into the mattress. My pelvis rises instantly into his devouring mouth.
“Are you thinking about him now? Do you wish he was between your legs?”
I wince at his words, but I’m still unable to concentrate on my dislike of them while he accosts my clit with intense punishing pleasure. So good. It feels so good.
Heat pools in my abdomen.
“Do you?” he demands.
Releasing one thigh, he slides two fingers deep into the soft depths of my pussy.
I hurtle over the edge. “No! I think of you!”
My hips jolt off the bed. I scream his name as I come; the sensation wrapping around me, suffocating me, wringing pleasure from me. And I can’t feel anything besides the flow of my orgasm as it moves through my muscles and out all over his eager tongue and working fingers.
I feel so wet.
So wet. But he licks me from my opening to my clit, cleaning all the moisture with his tongue.
As my head rolls on the pillow, I release my death grip on his hair. Melting into the mattress like a puddle, having lost all my strength, I vaguely register him slide from the bed. As my ears ring with the aftershock of that painful pleasure, I close my eyes and inhale deeply, hoping it relents.
When I hear a zipper, I open them again. At the sight of him bare chested and sliding his pants down his strong, tattooed legs, I lick my lips. The wound in his chest clearly does nothing to weaken him and is almost unnoticeable within the lines of his tattoos.
He stalks towards me, his thick hard cock pulsing as he moves, bobbing with its own devious warning. He is so much more beautiful than any man I have ever seen - a six-foot-five god with muscles that palpitate with his desires, and tattoos that offer a glimpse into his heart.
He is on the bed again. Slowly crawling up my body, he slides his tongue along my skin in a sweet, healing way.
Reaching my lips, he leans on one elbow, holding his weight off me. Feeding a hand through my hair, he dips his mouth to take mine, but this time, he is slow and soft, dancing to the ballad of meaning and loss. His tongue laps inside my mouth, stroking the roof of it and all around. He always wanted to taste everything. This man enjoys every part of my body. Always has.
As a warm hand moves from my knee to my thigh, he wraps my leg around his back. I bring the other leg up too. My eyes meet his and I’m nervous. As his cock meets the soft entrance between my legs, I draw a sharp breath in. He’s so much bigger than Perry. I must have known, but it’s been years since I’ve had him.
“I want you,” I plea, tears forcing their way out of my eyes as emotions erupt. Time has been cruel to me since the last day I saw him. All my crazies had to die. To cope with the loss of him. They had to die.
I missed him so much.
He catches my tears on his thumb and licks them from his finger. “Mine. Every part of you, baby.”