"I almost came," he breathed.
"Why don't you?" I offered. I wanted him back. I loved how he felt. I loved how powerful and sexy he made me feel. How he adored my lips.
"Because I'm going to come deep inside you." He grabbed the back of my hair, bringing my lips to his. The kiss was fierce and primal.
I didn't think we would ever be able to get enough of each other. There was so much we had to say. So much to feel. Our bodies had a way of talking to each other that couldn't be spoken through words. The way we fit together. The way we knew how to take each other to the brink of pleasure and then pull back, just in time to make it more intense with another round of cataclysmic arousal. And right now I wanted to express every emotion I could-every way I could through sex. Sex with Blake had always been the degree to which I measured other men-no other man had ever even come close.
They couldn't read my soul. They couldn't predict what I needed. They couldn't make me soar into blissful clouds of skin and heat. They couldn't make me pant with want, cry for satisfaction, or beg for more. Not the way he could.
I felt his hands slide down my back and unclasp my bra. The straps fell to the side as he pulled the lacy fabric from my nipples.
"I've always loved your tits." He moved from my mouth to my breasts, sucking and kissing my throat and collarbone. He closed his lips around my nipple, biting until I writhed under him.
"Oh, Blake." I arched, giving him my breast. Offering him my body for his pleasure.
"I want your ass in the air, baby."
My eyes widened. I couldn't remember sex with Blake like that before. True I hadn't been very adventurous at that age, but he had been my first and I had tried anything he wanted. Sex had been something to explore together.
"Are you having second thoughts?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No. I want to make you happy."
He took my chin between his fingers, brushing his lips over mine. "Will it make you happy?"
I lingered in the kiss. Let the sway of his tongue bring me to the edge of a new kind of passion.
"God, yes." I nodded.
"Then do it," he urged. He sat back to allow me room to maneuver on the sofa. He watched me like a hungry lion. It made my skin heat and my pussy ache for release. Had I ever wanted to be ravished before? Had I ever thought I would burn up from the inside out without this man inside me? I had to have him. I had to feel that connection we once shared.
I moved forward on my palms, shifting to my knees, pressing into the sofa so that he had a full view of my ass.
"I like the thong."
I jerked when I felt him snap the strip between my cheeks.
The sting turned to pleasure. "Do that again," I whispered. My pulse quickened.
"What? This?" His fingers moved between my legs, pinched the fabric and snapped it over my clit.
"Ohh, yes," I whimpered. "I like it when you do that." I wiggled backward, hoping for more.
"Fuck, you're even sexier now. And I think a little naughty."
"Only with you," I admitted. My sex life was vanilla as hell. This was the hottest thing I'd done in years.
"Is that so?" He cracked the thong harder this time and I yelped.
"Yes." I nodded. I was breathy and I licked my lips, sinking my teeth hard into the soft skin.
He climbed onto the couch behind me. As he leaned forward, I felt his cock press against the inside of my thigh. It was as hard as a rod and bigger than any cock had a right to be. And all I wanted was for him to sink it inside of me. To undo all of the hurt that we had caused each other. I wanted it to push inside me so deep we were connected the way we used to be. I wanted that glorious cock to take me to another time and place. To remind me there was a time when I was his girl. Remind that we had something time and distance couldn't dissolve.
I looked at him over my shoulder as he fisted it, pumping gently.
He pressed it between the slickness of my folds and I shuttered.
"Shit," he whispered, coating himself in my juices. His hips kicked back and forth sliding between my slit, building friction over my clit. Every time I gasped with anticipation, hoping he was going to push inside me.
But he took his time, grinding against my ass, slowing his movements. Making me wetter than I'd ever been in my life.
His thumbs hooked the sides of my thong and brought it down to my thighs. I wiggled trying to shake the panties all the way, but I felt a slap against my bottom.
"I want them there," he growled.
Oh shit. I realized they restrained me slightly. My ass was at his mercy like this and I shivered with what that meant. I was on my knees for him, giving myself to him all over again. Showing him that we wanted the same thing. That our heat and fever ran deep. The hottest embers had always been there under the surface.
I moaned, feeling the straps dig into my thighs as he spread my legs. I loved it. The wickedness of it. The dirtiness. The sexiness of being everything he wanted. Blake positioned himself behind me and I inhaled. I wasn't prepared. My entrance was dripping wet. My heart firing rapid heartbeats. My clit throbbing. But I wasn't prepared when Blake slammed inside me like a rod of fire.
I screamed out as he pushed inside, hilting himself on the first thrust. There was no easing into it. There was no building up. He was inside me, filling me with his giant cock and I cried out from the pain.
"Oh Blake. Oh God," I begged for release, but as he rode me harder it turned to pure ecstasy.
I bounced and sighed as the rocking built inside my core, pushing me to accept the newness of our bodies. The newness of our passion. The tension and anticipation finally unraveling in this moment. The waiting coming to an end. The longing realized. It was all here between us as Blake sank his cock into me, forging erotic places our bodies had never been together.
"Fuck, Sierra. You're so tight. Your pussy has always been mine hasn't it?"
I nodded, unable to find the words to describe the feeling. I was a bundle of sensation and wonder. Not knowing my body was capable of all Blake was challenging it to accept.
He reached forward twisting my clit between his fingers.
"Say it," he commanded.
"It's yours, baby," I moaned.
"Tell me it was always mine," he growled.
I choked back the tears. "It was always yours." And that was the reality that hit me. It was. I'd never belonged to anyone else after Blake.
He slammed into me over and over as I tried to press back into him. His balls slapped at my wet folds as our groans filled the living room. It was primal and raw. The most exposed and real sex I'd ever had. And I needed it. I needed him. I needed him this way. To strip everything away. To start over. To make me his in an entirely different way.
My belly clenched and tugged as the control I had, began to slip away.
"Oh, Blake," I growled. "I'm going to come."
"Not until you beg me for it."
My heart stopped. My body was on complete fire. Going up in flames, hotter than anything and somehow he made red flames turn blue.
"Please," I pleaded. I wiggled and bucked, trying to find every inch of his cock inside me. "Please let me come on you. I need it. I need you so badly."
He grinned. "Damn it, you're so hot talking dirty, baby." He yanked my head up by my hair. He plunged inside me and I screamed from the impact. It was a beautiful glorious pain that washed through me in erotic pulses every time he slammed inside me. And yet I wanted more. Needed more.
I was shattering like glass in a mirror. Tiny cracks traveled through my veins. It was over. It was everything. I pulsed and whimpered. The vibrations captured me, shocking me with powerful electricity.
"Oh God. Oh God." I panted and grasped for a pillow. The edge of the couch. Anything to hang on to.
Blake was relentless. "Fuck it. Fuck."
He pushed inside me and I heard my panties rip as he pried my legs apart and sank inside me. He shoved my knees wide, angling his cock like a sword, and grunted as his final thrusts sent shocks of intensity to my core.
"You're mine, Sierra."
"Oh, yes," I cried. "Fuck me. I want to feel it all."
And I craved it like a drug. The need for Blake to envelope me in a haze of heat and sultry, sinful sex. The kind of sex I'd only dreamed about. The kind of sex I needed three showers to wash away. I wanted sex so deep and powerful I'd never forget this moment. I'd never forget the day I let every barrier down and gave this man my soul.
I felt his fingers dig into my hips with urgent tugs. "Look at me." I twisted my neck to meet his eyes. "Watch me fuck you hard and deep." His voice was husky and strong. I quivered at the sound. "Watch me fuck your beautiful sexy body."