"Well, you looked so good, I couldn't resist," Duncan says, leaning down and kissing me. Our tongues slide past each other, and warmth radiates out from between my legs as we continue to taste each other. "And what's this about trying to seduce you? I'd say I have seduced you."
"You can seduce me with a glance and a smile," I admit, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down on top of me. "Especially since it's been so long."
"I've missed it too," Duncan says, tilting his head to nibble on my earlobe. How he does it, I don't know, but each touch of his tongue and nip of his teeth brings fresh waves of arousal through my body. "But . . . shit."
"Not into that," I tease, a common joke I've developed with him. I'm trying to get Duncan to not talk as much like a jock. He's far too smart for that much gutter language, so I always pretend that I'm not understanding what he's saying.
He chuckles, then sighs. "What I meant is . . . we're out of condoms. I remember checking yesterday, out of curiosity, but we never picked any up."
I push his head up and shake my head. "Not a problem, is it? I mean, I'm still on the pill, and we've been together long enough that I trust you."
Duncan stops, then nods and kisses me tenderly. I can sense his feelings, the level of trust that I'm putting in him, but I know I trust him with more than that. The past two nights, I've dreamed of a family life with him, and they've all been great dreams.
We kiss again, and Duncan kisses his way down to my waistband, even over my t-shirt. He pauses at my waist and shifts back onto his knees. "I'd normally do this myself, but do you think you can give me a hand?"
I chuckle and nod, pushing my shorts and panties down and off, feeling so sexy as his eyes drink me in.
Duncan slides back on the bed, bringing his head between my legs. His breath tickles over my slick skin, and I lean back, closing my eyes because it feels so good. Every inch of my skin is hypersensitive, singing in pleasure even from the non-touch of his breath.
When his tongue strokes my outer lips for the first time, it feels so amazing. I twitch as wave after wave of sensation washes through my body, my toes curling when Duncan brings his lips to mine and kisses my pussy like he's kissing my mouth, his tongue slipping inside and working back and forth. "Oh, God."
He continues to lick and taste my deepest inner flesh. I grind up into his mouth, nearly screaming when my clit rubs against the firmness of his nose, and he pulls back just enough to bring his tongue up to my tender button, new meanings of the word heaven opening up as he wraps his tongue around my clit, sucking and drawing it between his lips.
I feel my climax rushing on me, and Duncan's not stopping, his tongue flicking back and forth faster and faster on my clit, circling around the edges before dragging the whole of his tongue over the top, then starting the maddening licks again.
"I'm going to come," I warn him, and he brings his good right arm up and places his hand on my stomach, holding me firmly while his tongue never ceases, never stops the amazing sensations. I clench, paused, trembling on the edge, and with a final lick, he pushes me over the edge. I'm coming, crying out his name softly as the amazing feelings wash through me, tears in my eyes as I've missed this for so long. At least, going a week and some change without it feels like an eternity, with Duncan bringing me higher again. "Duncan . . . stop . . . I can't take any more."
He sits up, his face shiny with my juices. "That was delicious."
I gasp, recovering my breath. “I’d reciprocate, but I want you a different way right now."
Duncan grins and nods, pushing his shorts down. He pulls his shirt off, and I’m again caught breathless as his muscular body is exposed to me. Six months, hundreds of times seeing it, but it doesn't matter. I love this man, and his body is another way he is perfect for me. "I need you on your back."
"Why?" Duncan asks but still complies. I wait until he's lying comfortably before rolling to my side and wrapping my fingers around the thick, veiny shaft of his cock.
“Because I don't want you using that arm," I admonish him. I get to my knees and pull my t-shirt off, my breasts free from a bra since we're staying home tonight. "Instead, I was thinking this."
I swing my leg over, and I reach down, taking his cock and aligning it with my entrance. "As long as we can, okay?"
"Okay," Duncan replies, resting his hands on my hips as I guide him inside me. Duncan's fingers clench on my hips as I sink down onto him, and I'm moaning too, even though I came just a few minutes ago. "Carrie . . . you're so tight."
"Ten days without you." I chuckle in reply, lifting myself up and sinking down again. Duncan's cock thrills me, hard and perfect, my pussy wrapping around it and clinging to it. It feels so good. Duncan adds another level of pleasure to my ride when he cups my breasts with his hands, my nipples between his fingers, stiff and electric.