She's yanking at my shirt as I tear hers from her body, unable to stop the grin that comes to my face at the sight of her perfect, full, teardrop breasts and the dappled pink of her nipples. I drop my mouth to them, pebbled and straining hard and ready in the moonlit darkness, and I clamp my lips around the soft skin there as my tongue flicks across. Her hands are tearing at my belt as I’m yanking the skirt from her hips and down her legs, my fingers sliding over the front of her panties as she bites my shoulder and pulls at the zipper of my pants. She pauses, moaning loudly and arching herself against me as my fingers delve deep between her cleft, stroking her there through her soaking wet panties and groaning at the heat throbbing from her core.
And suddenly, I want much more. I want to remember more.
Her panties tumble down her legs and drop to the floor, and her gasp turns to a shriek that bubbles from her lips as I lift her. I drag her much smaller body up mine as I drop to my knees, my lips and my tongue sliding over her skin as I hook my arms under her knees, my hands on her ass. Her hands grab my hair as I push her up against the door, her thighs over my shoulders and her back arched against the wall.
And then I'm tasting her, and groaning at the remembrance of her; the way she tastes like home. She's all honeyed sweetness and soft petals, and I drag my tongue from her opening up through her dewy lips to her clit. She gasps and writhes against me, bucking her hips and riding my tongue as I slide it inside of her. I want to spend all night teasing her; fuck, I want to spend forever with my tongue buried in this pussy.
But there's another page of history I want to see again; I want to see her come.
When I wrap my lips around her throbbing clit and flick my tongue across her in staccato beats to match the gasping moans falling from her lips, I know she’s about to detonate. And when she comes, it's grace and beauty. It's raw and sexual and primal, and it's delicate and soft like a rose caught in a storm. She explodes under my tongue, crying out my name and screaming it again and again in the emptiness of the lighthouse as I coax through wave after wave of of her aftershocks.
She pushes me away, whimpering and grinning at me with a hunger in her eyes that I know all too well. She's sinking to the ground, her legs around mine, and she's kissing me, moaning into me and tasting herself on my lips as her hips slide down to meet mine. She's reaching between us, and I growl as fingers slide around my thickness.
Oh, yeah, this I remember.
She strokes me slowly, as if I could possibly be any harder than the steel between my legs at this very moment. And then she's rising up, and guiding me against her wetness. She must feel my quarter second of hesitancy, because she leans in to kiss me; “I- I just missed this; the feel of just you and me with nothing between us.” Her eyes dart up to mine; “I'm clean,” she says quietly; “Are y-”
“There's been no once since you,” My eyes lock with hers, wanting her more with every second, wanting to make up for the time lost again and again with every single beat of her pulse against my skin.
“You mean, you haven't- with any-”
“Of course there fucking hasn't been,” I growl, my eyes roaring into hers; “There hasn't been anyone but you since the moment I met you.”
“I never slept with Hugh.”
My brow furrows as I stare at her; “What?”
“Hugh, the whole thing-” She blushes and looks away for a second; “We went on two dates. I just pretended, because- because I was angry.”
I’m laughing as I kiss her fiercely. I wouldn’t care one way or another, but there’s a primal possessiveness that roars through me, knowing that she’s mine and only mine.
We both gasp as I rock my hips into her, and we moan as one as I sheath every inch of my cock inside of her, claiming her once again.
And here's another memory, roaring back to me.
I'm remembering the way we fit together; the way she fits so perfectly around me, the way our skin slides together, the way her nipples graze my chest and the way her fingers claw at my back as we rock as one. I remember the way she loves when I roll my hips, pushing deeper inside of her until she throwing her head back and gasping for air. I remember the way she bites her lip, the way the supple skin of her ass feels cupped in my hands as I bodily move her up and down my shaft. I remember the smell of her arousal, the mouthwatering taste of her skin and her lips as she clenches tight around me.
And when I can feel myself start to lose control, I remember the way she falls with me. And when she clings to me so tightly and explodes around me like a starburst, screaming my name as she rides me, I remember how it feels to just let go, and I'm roaring right along with her as I fill her entirely.