I lean back against the headboard, and she sits up, resting back on her heels. Her hair cascades over her shoulders like a chocolate mane, its ends wispy over her breasts, her nipples. It fuels my promise that soon I’m going to come over them.
Her hands come up and brush her hair away, and she is completely exposed to me.
Stunningly, vulnerably, achingly beautifully exposed.
Then, as if she can read the thoughts in my eyes, she runs her fingertips over her body. Lines of goose bumps follow, and my cock throbs at the thought of traveling those lines with my tongue.
“Are you cold?” I ask. More to break the intensity than anything.
“No.”
Her fingertips graze her nipples and they instantly harden. And my mouth waters.
Then down over the soft plane of her stomach her fingertips linger and down, down, down. Until her hand cups the soft mound of her sex.
I hardly notice the high and low rise of my chest. Just that my cock is harder than it’s ever been.
She leans back and her legs spread. Then without warning, she spreads her sweet pussy lips and glides a finger deep inside herself.
My teeth break the skin of my tongue.
God.
She doesn’t stop. She pulls her fingers completely out, then back in again. I can’t tear my eyes away. I don’t want to miss a minute of this.
Taking care not to touch my cock, or I’ll come before I want to, I move closer to her, to see clearer, to be a part of what she’s doing, to smell her…to taste her.
Her legs spread a little more as her hips lower onto the bed, her eyes struggling to stay open, but I know she wants to watch me watch her.
In and out. In and out. There’s no doubt of her arousal as the sound of her finger-fucking her own pussy fills the room.
“Your clit. Play with your clit for me, angel,” I beg her.
And she complies. She moves her finger, circling her sweet little bump and her moans push me over the edge. I move between her legs, pushing her hand away and replace it with my tongue. Flicking, flicking fast. I have no patience now. I need to hear her orgasm, feel it, know I brought it on.
“God, Brad. Oh God, I love when your mouth is on me.”
There’s no doubt.
I press my tongue hard against her, covering her clit completely, grinding. Her breath comes short and fast now, and I know it’s coming, her coming. I press a thumb against the opening of her pussy, and she arches, wanting me to fill her up. I tease her, tracing the rim, but never quite plunging in.
“Please, Brad…please.”
“Please what, angel?”
“God, just…please.”
“Please you?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
And I do. I pull my thumb away and my mouth, pull myself up onto my knees, and thrust my cock deep into her pussy.
“OH MY GOD!” she screams. And I struggle to keep inside her.
I grab her hips and keep her anchored as my own hips start to piston back and forth, driving my cock deep, deep into her. I’m so close, but I can’t come until I feel her come on me.
Our groins meet with every thrust. I can feel my pelvic bone grind against her clit each time I drill into her.
“God, Emily. You…God, you drive me insane. I can’t get enough of you.”
Her hand comes up to cup her breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, and I know she’s just a whisper away.
“Come for me, come on me, baby.”
“I’m so close.”
“I know, I know.”
Her legs find their favorite position, wrapped around my waist and I lean over her, bracing against the bed. I’ve never been so deep inside her, my cock grazing against those deliciously tight pussy walls.
I push her hand away and my mouth envelops her left nipple, my tongue flicking the hard little tip.
It’s all she needs.
“FUCK! God, I’m coming. God, oh fuck!” She thrashes under me, in that completely free, uninhibited way that she does. I stop thrusting, trying to hold back my own orgasm, wanting to cherish the way her pussy contracts and tremors around my cock.
My tongue doesn’t stop circling her nipple until her body starts to relax.
And then I start to make love to her again. My hips rock back and forth, back and forth, my cock throbbing, fucking her delicious, wet warm pussy until I can’t hold back any longer.
“Ohhhhh, Emily, I love you. Oh God. Ohhhh my fucking angel.”
Her eyes lock onto mine as my entire body jerks, emptying everything I have into her. My head falls even as I try to hold myself up, waiting for the last of my climax to ripple through my body. She turns her head and kisses my forehead.
I roll back onto the bed and she scoots over, laying her head on my chest. Her hand draws sweet nothings over my stomach, making me shiver. I’m spent. Body and soul.
“Where are we?” she asks me again.
“We’re in Northville.”
“Where we…”
“Yep, where we met for the very first time.”
“On the school trip.”
I nod again. On the school trip.
“Is that a coincidence?”
“What do you think?”
She’s quiet and I wonder if the revelation scares her or reassures her.
“Don’t you see? It’s always been you. Always has, and always will be. Eight years apart or forever, I was always going to belong to you. And you were always meant to come here.”
“And now I have?”
“I’m going to have my wicked way with you!”
I roll her over onto her back and dig my fingers into her sides, making her double over in laughter.
“No! I hate tickling!”
“Then why are you laughing?”
“Because I’m happy, you ballsacked buffoon!” She grabs at my wrists and tries to flip me. I help her and lie on my back, pulling her body on top of mine, enjoying the weight of her.
“We’re going to have to do something about that dirty mouth of yours,” I mutter as I nibble on the sweet skin of her neck.
“I have something in mind.”
She grins and slides down my body, her hand already working its way around the sheath of my hardening cock.
Dirty mouth or not, it certainly knows what it’s doing.