He lowered his lips to her breasts and planted tiny kisses on the soft skin of her chest, then lowered to her nipples. She moaned and clasped his head to her breast. It was like being in a sanctuary in the dark quiet room, with both of them worshipping each other.
His erection grew to life, prodding at her thigh. She pushed him onto his back, and he rolled willingly, ready to take direction from her. She’d always been the leader in their bed. And it was no different now. She knew what she liked, and he was happy to please her, however and wherever she wanted.
Only this time she bent over him and took his cock in her soft mouth, and he closed his eyes against the pleasure of her warm wetness surrounding his aching shaft. He smiled, remembering the first time they’d fumbled through this all those years ago. It had been good then, and it was even better now.
Their first coupling had taken the edge off, but it was back with a vengeance now, and he clutched at the sheets, willing his hips to stay down and not thrust up into her mouth.
Her soft hand wrapped around the base, as her tongue did things that had to be illegal. He’d watched hours of her one music video, hard as stone at the way she held the microphone and sang into it. And now she was treating his cock like her personal microphone. Oh Jesus.
His body wasn’t used to the overload of sensations yet. An orgasm threatened to explode out of him, but he wasn’t ready. He wanted Allison under him begging.
“Wait.” He held her upper arms and dragged her up to lie over his body so he could kiss her mouth. As their tongues met, her hips shifted, letting his erection feel her soft warm pussy. A groan escaped him. He wanted to bury himself in her wetness more than he wanted the Orioles to win the pennant.
“Touch me,” Allison said, and she rolled onto her side to give him access to her body. Carefully and slowly he explored her curves and valleys. The high he got with each of her sighs of pleasure was worth every minute of loneliness he’d suffered. What counted was now, and now he had his match in his bed, with nothing separating them.
“Peter,” she gasped as his tongue found a sensitive spot on the succulent slope where her neck met her shoulder. His dick was throbbing urgently now, begging for attention, so he shifted hips to brush her hand. She got the message and wrapped a palm around his shaft, making his eyes roll back in his head.
God, she was hot, and he was the lucky bastard to be her man. How many thousands of men had seen her music video or seen her on stage, then gone home jacking off to her image? All of them. He couldn’t imagine a straight man seeing Allison and not committing murder to have a shot with her.
But she was his, and he didn’t share.
“I want you in me,” she said.
“You’re not ready.”
“I am.”
He dipped a finger between her plump vaginal lips. “No, I don’t think you are. Wet, but not dripping. Soft but not silky. I want you dying for it.”
She squeezed his cock. Harder than was comfortable. “You’re going to torture me.”
“Since I’ve been basically walking around with a hard-on for ten years, yes. I think a little turnabout is fair.”
“You think you’ve been alone in the wanting?” Her arms looped around his neck and her breasts rubbed against his chest. “I’ve been so lonely. Alone in a different hotel room every night dreaming of you.”
“What did you do to relieve the ache?” he asked against her skin.
“Same thing you did,” she said. “I touched myself and pictured it was you.”
“Show me.”
She shook her head. “No. Enough touching myself. We’re together now, and I have you here to touch me. Promise me I’ll never have to be lonely again.”
He swallowed over the sudden lump in his throat, and discovered when he mounted Allison she was now ready for him. A gentle push and the head of his cock pressed into her passage.
He’d been an idiot to leave her, though at the time he’d seen no alternative. Now he understood, better to die fighting with her then be without her.
Their bodies surged together, thrust after thrust, as her thighs tightened around his hips, begging him for more. Always more.
He gave it to her. He always would.
She was his to love and cherish, and it was his number one mission. Forever.