He moved his hands slowly as if he was trying to re-learn my body, and I couldn’t get enough. Grabbing at the hem of his soft shirt, I silently begged him to lose it. I wanted to drool over how in shape he was. He’d always been healthy and fit, but now he had rigid abs and muscles basically everywhere. I let my fingers trail over every dip and crease as he flexed.
He was the perfect amount of hardness to my softness. Together, we’d be the sweet spot of hard and soft.
“I want to taste every inch of you, and then go back and do it all over again. I’m obsessed with this body of yours. I have to say, though, I want you begging for my cock.”
I grinned. Reaching down between us, I grabbed the bulge of his cock through his jeans. “You talking about this one?”
His eyes darkened in lust. “Fuck, woman. I need you to behave.”
“Why would you say such a thing, Ace? If I remember correctly, you liked it very much when I didn’t behave myself.”
“This will be over way before it begins if you keep doing what you’re doing.” Reaching down, he pulled my hand from his cock, married it with my other hand, and held them above my head.
His lips then went on a journey. He kissed the corners of my mouth, along the column of my throat to my collarbone, and kept going until he reached my breasts. There he sucked on one nipple before giving the second the same pleasure.
I couldn’t believe he remembered all the things that made me tick and come alive below him. Moving away from my nipples, he blew on each, slowly sending shivers down my body and letting them bead into points.
He continued his teasing of my body as he kissed over my stomach, pausing to kiss the scar on my stomach once more before starting on my thighs. I squirmed below him. He was taking way too long to get where I needed him to be. “Ace…” I begged breathlessly.
“Need something, my sweet?”
I growled. “You know exactly what I need. Enough teasing. Fuck me already.”
“Say please.” He smirked at me.
I sighed,ugh! “I need you to take that big hard cock and fuck my brains out with it. Fuck me so hard I need to walk bowlegged come tomorrow morning as your seed drips down my legs..”
“As you wish…”
Releasing my hands, he grabbed under my thighs, pulling me closer and up so his mouth could devour me. His teeth nibbled on my lower lips, and each time he licked me, it was followed up with a breath of air that chilled my skin.
The first swipe of his tongue had me bucking off the bed, following his mouth when he pulled away to look up and smirk at me. I closed my eyes and let my body just feel…
I let my body take over, and once I did…
It was phenomenal.
Oh, God, it’d been less than two minutes, and I was already on the verge of losing my damn mind.
The feeling of recklessness consumed me like the shadows of a fire. Most of my life, I’ve been reserved, not asking for what I wanted, just taking what was given. I knew he wouldn’t let me stay in my shell. He pulled out this sexual deviant, and I couldn’t say I hated it. Over six years is a long time to go without the intimate touch of a man.
He slipped a large hand between us to rub his cock against my slick folds, properly lubricating himself and torturing me to my limits before finally thrusting into me. Julian used his thumb to play my clit like his own personal instrument.
The stretch to accommodate him was almost painful, but I relished it. I’d forgotten how large he was as he slowly worked himself into me. In and out. In and out.
Not so muffled cries of ecstasy slipped from my throat with each thrust.
I was high on the pleasure he was ripping from my body, and when that wave started to crash, I wanted to drown in it. His name left my voice in a sort of reverence. I could easily get washed away in the moment with him.
After I came, he started to thrust harder, slamming in and out of me, letting his cock run along the front wall of my pussy. Before long, I was thrown into another tide of pleasure. This time, he came with me, and it felt like it was meant to be.
Wewere meant to be. Was this wrong? It didn’t feel like it, but in the back of my mind, I really wondered what this would do to our relationship. I would think about that later.
He could’ve been pissed and vindictive of me keeping his son from him, and, instead, he’s giving me overflowing pleasure in the form of orgasms.
Our breathing was heavy as we came down from our high. Sweat dripped from his body to mine but left a trail across the brow of his forehead.
He claimed my lips again; his tongue diving into my mouth, caressing my tongue this time. There was still passion, but not aggressive passion.