I backed up the bed as he crawled toward me and placed himself between my legs. When he reached me, he pushed the hem of my dress the rest of the way up. His lips didn’t start at my pussy like I thought they would. Instead, he started to nibble along the pulse in my neck, making me squirm.
Oh, God. Oh, oh, oh my God.
I widened my legs with an open invitation. Resistance was a futile thing with Julian McCormick. He always had a certain pull over me.
There was absolutely no turning back at this point in time. We’d come this far, and, hell, I wanted it; I wantedhim. It'd been way too long since I’d gotten laid, and I knew it would be good. It was always good with him. Not that I had anything to actually compare it to other than the stories my friends had about their guys at the time.
He growled. “Mm… I absolutely love that you’re fucking soaked for me. That this tight, pink little pussy is begging for my cock so desperately; weeping for me to fill it. Don’t worry, babe. I am going to make it all worth your time by fucking you so wholly that you don’t know right from left or up from down. You will not be walking properly tomorrow, and it’ll remind you with each step of how you got that way. It means you’ll certainly be thinking of me.”
Taking an excruciating amount of time, he worked his mouth down my body. Kissing and stroking softly as he went. The slowness with which he traveled was driving me mad.
I squirmed, asking him to keep going, but, apparently, he felt the need to torture me with that wicked tongue of his.Holy mother of pearl. Sweet baby Jesus.It’s been forever since I felt this high.
And that tongue… Although I hate to say it, he clearly learned a few things in our time apart, and I was thankful.
Within seconds, he had me whining as he flicked that skilled tongue over my clit and sank two fingers inside me.
“Ace…” His name crashed from my lips in praise and adoration of the pleasure he was wringing from my body. There was a little pressure as he scissored them within me. I pulled away slightly, and that was enough for him to notice my discomfort. “What is it? Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, no. “It’s been six years. You just… may have to go easy on me the first time.” A blush crawled up my cheeks at the embarrassment of having to admit such a thing. I’m a twenty-nine-year-old woman who’s only ever slept with one man.
“We can stop. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to. We can just sit here and cuddle. Fuck it, I want to do just that, but I will gladly cradle you in my arms while we cuddle, although my cock tends to have a different opinion.” He leaned up and allowed his lips to cover mine completely; our breaths meeting in the middle and combining as one.
This time, the kiss was soft and sweet; obviously taking his time. It wasn’t the kiss of desperation from earlier.
Stop? Hell no. My body was begging for all the pleasure he was willing to give me. “I swear, if you stop right now and give me lady blue balls, I will make you regret it. If you like the idea of blue balls, continue teasing and not putting out. It’ll only get worse for you.”
His eyes widened at my bold statement before biting his lip, trying not to laugh. “I’m clean… I’ve been tested every year, and besides you, I’ve never gone raw.”
It surprised me that he didn’t ask if I was on the pill, but I knew I was, so I wouldn’t say anything to stop the forward progress we had going. “If you don’t want to wear a condom… you don’t have to. I’m clean. Like I said, it's been six long years.”
He cursed. “Fuck, woman. Do you know how mad you drive me? Are you trying to make me cum in my pants before I even get inside you?”
I giggled at the urgency in his voice, but he cut off the laugh when he gave me another panty-melting kiss. As he kissed me, his hands moved to where my dress hung, exposing me, and started to pull it off as I held my hands up. A cold shiver ran down my spine as he stripped me bare, removing my soaked panties as well.
Realizing the lights were on, I moved to cover my stomach. I wasn’t as skinny as I’d been six years ago. I’d had a child, and stretch marks had become my best friend. They accompanied the reminder of the cesarean section I had to have for Ben. There is a scar that sits below my stomach and above my pussy. I hate the look of it, even though I’m not sad at how I got it.
“Move your hands, Anna. I need to see you.” I opened my mouth to object, and he shook his head. “No,” he said, pulling my hands away from the marks on my lower stomach before he leaned down to kiss his way across it.
“This scar is beautiful. It gave us Ben. You are beautiful. Probably more so now than you were back then, but it’s not that you weren’t back then, but you’ve matured, your body gave us a little boy. It’s a miracle, not something to be ashamed of. Don’t ever hide yourself from me.”
Tears formed in my eyes. It was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to me. A lot of older people in town looked down upon me for being a single mother. According to them, it was unbecoming and sinful to raise a child by myself.
He nuzzled into the side of my neck over my pulse. “You know what?”
I shook my head, breathing heavily, my chest heaving in and out as I lacked the courage or voice to speak. “What?”
“Mmm… Do you know how many times I’ve thought about our first time together? Or how many times I’ve thought of you while getting myself off? You get my cock hard, babe. There’s no denying it, and I’m pretty sure if I don’t let him loose soon, he’s going to suffocate in there. Tell me you’ve thought about us as you get yourself off. As you work this tight little pussy with a vibrator…”
I chuckled at him talking about his dick like it was a person.
“Maybe, I do.” I won’t tell him about the jackrabbit I have hidden in the bottom of my dresser that I use when I need release.
“Fuck…” How can one curse word sound so dirty coming from those sinfully plump lips?
“You make me lose control and feel wanted all at the same time, Ace.” His eyes roamed down my body, pupils dilating as he went lower and lower. Every fear I’d had dissipated like dust in the wind under his attention. I radiated under the potent hunger he had for me. I got high on it.
Running his hands up and down my body so lightly it almost tickled, he leaned in to whisper against my lips before kissing me. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” A part of me felt like that was a lie after seeing all the stunning women on his arms over the last six years, but I wouldn’t call attention to it now.