I always felt like that with Darren.
His body pressed against mine, his crotch to my belly, and I felt him there, the thick ridge of his cock straining in his jeans. My fingers sought out his belt, dithery as they fumbled with the buckle. His hands didn't leave my face, didn't let me go, not until he broke the kiss long enough to tug my top up over my head and throw it aside.
He made lighter work of my jeans than I had with his. I stepped out of my heels and kicked them aside with the tangle of denim, and I felt so exposed, smaller without my heels and so much less sure of myself than I'd been in front of the mirror at home.
I felt the blush on my cheeks as he stepped away, those heavy blue eyes eating me up, taking in everything – every curve, every wobble, every imperfection.
"I like this," he said. His fingers trailed up the floaty fabric, his thumbs seeking my nipples through the frilly cups.
I let out a breath and his touch became rougher, fiercer, squeezing at my tits as he pressed his thigh between mine. I gasped as he came in for another kiss, and this time the endorphins rescued me, made me brave enough to wrap my arms around his neck and hold him tight. His thigh ground against my pussy and made me shudder and moan.
Oh fuck, how I wanted him.
I'd forgot how it felt to want him this fucking bad.
He tugged my babydoll down and my tits spilled over the top. He flicked my nipples with his thumbs and they sparked so hard I felt it in my clit. My pussy clenched and he responded, grinding his thigh just that little bit harder, enough that I couldn't stop my hips moving, grinding right back at him. I felt the waves building, my clit buzzing against the coarseness of denim through flimsy lace. My breaths turned shallow, my hands snaking down his back until they landed on his ass. I urged him on, rubbing against his leg like a bitch on heat, so fucking needy that my legs were wobbly and weak.
"Easy, tiger," he breathed. "We're not even in the fucking bedroom yet."
He stepped away and my whole body sagged, bereft at the abandonment. He took my hand and led me down the hallway, and it suddenly seemed so funny, so surreal. I giggled, and he flashed me a smile over his shoulder. He pushed the bedroom door open and flicked on the light.
I soaked it in, all of it – the obviously clean sheets on the bed, the way the covers were so tidy. His dirty clothes were piled up in the laundry basket, not scattered all over the floor, and there was an absence of dirty mugs on his bedside cabinet.
He pulled his t-shirt over his head and my appreciation of the room lost its gusto. We could have been in a hotel from Hell and I wouldn't have given a damn with that fucking body in front of me.
"What?" he said. "What's the grin for?"
I shook my head. "I'm just … you look so different."
He pulled a face. "Not that fucking different, Jo." He dropped his jeans and took hold of his cock. "See? Some things haven't changed a fucking jot."
My heart was fucking hammering.
God no. His cock hadn't changed a jot, and I was glad of it. His cock was still as thick and dark as it always had been, the same veiny pattern creeping from his balls to the swollen head of him. Fuck!
His thighs were thicker and his abs were way more defined, but his balls still hung heavy in exactly the same way they always had. I knew how they'd feel in my hands, knew how the nest of wiry hair would tickle my nose as I sucked them into my mouth.
I felt myself relax, let my clammy thighs drift apart as I stood before him.
"It's been a while," I said.
"Like riding a fucking bike," he said.
"Well thanks."
"You know what I mean. It'll be great. You'll be great."
"I hope so."
He smiled. "I'll show you." He held out his hand and I took it, let him guide me to the bed and push me backwards. I landed with a bounce and a giggle, my hand across my eyes as he dropped to his knees and eased my legs open.
He lowered his head, and my belly tightened, my pussy tingling with expectation. I could feel his breath against the lace of my knickers, his mouth so fucking close.
"Fuck," he grunted. "I've fucking missed this."
My whole body tensed as his tongue found my clit through the fabric. My hands gripped his head, his hair spiky against my fingers.
"Shit," I hissed. "Oh fuck, Darren."
He sucked at my pussy through my knickers, driving me fucking crazy before his teeth nipped the lace and pulled it away. He hooked his fingers inside and ran them across my slit, spread my lips wide until I felt the heat of his breath against my needy little clit.
The touch of his tongue was electric.
"Yes!" I squealed, all reservations out the window. "Oh dear fucking God, please!"
Two fingers pushed inside me, his tongue working fucking magic. My legs started jerking and I gripped the bedcovers as his mouth drove me insane. I could hear my own wet pussy, the noises his fingers made as they fucked me nice and hard. He pushed in a third and twisted, and his knuckles pressed something, pressed something inside that felt really fucking good.
This. This was new.
This was really new.
"Relax," he said. "Let it happen."
I cried out as worked his fingers, his knuckles grinding a spot that made me want to pee.
"That's it," he said. "That's so fucking good, Jo."
He took my clit between his lips and it set me on fire. My thighs clamped around his head and my back arched, a string of expletives hissing from my mouth as I lost myself to the sensation.
"Darren … Darren, I'm going to … "
He twisted his fingers again and I went off like a rocket, bucking and hissing and thrashing my legs as he worked that fucking spot. The pressure inside exploded, sensations so intense they took my breath, waves of pleasure riding through my whole fucking body.
I collapsed in a saggy mess of limbs, breath jagged and loud, a big fat smile on my face as he kissed his way up.
He pressed his lips to my flabby belly and I didn't even care.
He pulled the ribbon loose on my babydoll as he passed, and the fabric fell open, leaving my tits in all their deflated glory. I watched his eyes as he soaked them in, and all I saw was hunger.
It made my clit flutter all over again.
His cock thumped against my thigh, and I shifted myself, squirming until he was positioned at my pussy. I reached between us and took his dick in my hand, worked the thick shaft of him up and down. His face was over mine, his eyes glazed.
"Fuck me," I whispered. "Please fuck me."
He thrust into my hand and I squeezed him tighter. I kept squeezing as he lowered his mouth to my tit and gobbled me up. He sucked hard, my nipple between his teeth, his tongue flicking as I moaned for more.
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me like he wanted me.
He kissed me like I was the only woman in the world, and I kissed him right back.
I guided his cock to me, and he pushed in just a little, stretching me enough that I groaned against his mouth.
He rocked his hips, just enough to tease, and I wrapped my ankles around his calves, encouraged him on.
"Wait," he said. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a rubber. "Better to be safe than sorry."
Who'd be fucking sorry?
I fought my own insanity, casting aside the crazy part of me that wanted Darren's dick inside me raw, wanted to feel him come inside me and fill me up with another beautiful baby like the two he'd given me already.
I was officially losing my fucking mind.
Batshit fucking crazy.
I nodded. "Better to be safe."
He tore the foil and pulled out to slip the thing on, and this time he didn't hold back. He braced himself above me and pushed in deep. It felt so fucking good that I grunted, squirming like a needy whore as he slammed that big dick all the way inside.
This. This is what I wanted.
This is what I fucking needed.
He propped himself on his forearms, his face in mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slammed me over and over.
It was hard.
It was deep.
It was brutal.
It was absolutely fucking amazing.
I dug my nails into his shoulders and demanded more, demanded he fuck me, fuck me so fucking hard. Fuck me, Darren, fucking fuck me! Oh fucking God, just fucking fuck me!
He repositioned himself, rocking me backwards and hooking my knees over his shoulders, and he was so deep there, so fucking into me.
I gritted my teeth and took him, loving the way it ached as he slammed all the way home. His balls slapped my skin, his breath coming in fast grunts, his forehead clammy against mine as he took me with everything he had.