So. Long(252)

Overwhelmed with him and all he’s doing to me, I cry out as I’m taken down by the undertow of my orgasmic wave. He pulls his hands free, gripping my ass as his mouth locks over my slit. He sucks, and his tongue plunges deep as he laps up the hot juices from my dripping and pulsing pussy. My hips pump against his face as my orgasm works itself out and my pussy spasms. Finally, he kisses the inside of each thigh.

Suddenly, he flips me so I’m on my back and he’s over me, his thick cock right above me. I reach for him, but he pulls away, standing at the side of the bed.

He smiles down on me as he wipes my cream from his chin. “I think you like having that sugar-bowl pie eaten. I think ass-play turns you on.”

I throw my hands over my face as my ears heat. “Buck!”

He tweaks my nipple as his other hand teases my clit. “Babe, there’s not a damned thing wrong with you enjoying anything I do for you. Fuck, why should you be embarrassed that you liked it, when I enjoy doing it so much?”

I peek between my fingers. He winks.

Still hiding, I say, “You do like it, don’t you? Your cock got super hard when you—well, when you did that.”

“Hell, yeah it does. Your ass is sexy as fuck.”

I let my legs fall open. “You think so?”

He rubs his fingers deep into my still throbbing slit. “I sure as hell do.”

His two longest fingers sink into my pussy, slowly setting up a rhythm, as his other hand slides up and down his cock. “See, Lou? There’s nothing we can’t do with one another, as long as we both like it.”

I pull my legs up so my knees are almost to my shoulders, and my thighs push my tits together. My cunt pulses at his touch, while his eyes hold my gaze. His dimples deepen as a small moan escapes me.

He grabs my hips and pulls my ass nearer to the edge of the bed. His palm returns to the length of his erection. His fingers tighten around it as he moves his hand up and down. He circles my clit with his other long finger, sliding to dip into my slit after each rotation. He licks his lips and then his teeth bite down on his bottom lip.

My body responds to his ministrations by sending more liquid to my opening, slicking his finger when it swirls deep inside. He leans his knees against the edge of the mattress. His hand moves over his cock as he pleasures both of us. He glides his cock’s head across my pussy, the bead of moisture at its tip mixing with my own cream as he pumps his finger deeper within.

He pulls his hand away, and his dick takes its place. Holding my hips, he thrusts hard, his body crashing into mine, until my breaths come closer and closer together. He pushes me toward the middle of the bed as he moves more fully over me.

He sets my calves to rest at his shoulders as he plunges deep. His cock touches the inner most parts of me as he hits the place that lifts me to the heights of sensation. The coil, wrapped so tightly within, snaps and the flood rushes over me as I move so I can wrap my legs around him and bring him closer.

I arch against him, my grasping hands on his ass, yanking him deeper. “Harder. Harder.”

He slams against me, his bones rattling mine with the force.

His body melds with mine, that little boy grin on his face. My heart remembers him with such clarity that it almost cuts. Every touch, every word, every time he’d ever helped me, held me, and protected me, they all led me to this place—with him.

Buck says he loves me, but I can’t put words to what I feel for him. And I can’t let it rule my heart or I’ll be broken all over again. Things are too garbled and fucked up for that. I have to steel myself to be strong, even though I want nothing more than to cry out my love for him as, once again, he takes me to the edge of paradise.





TWENTY-SIX





Lou’s green eyes search mine. They fill with tears, and she rolls away.

I wrap my arm over her and pull her to my chest.

I kiss her behind her ear. “What’s wrong, Babe?”

“I still don’t understand. If you cared, why didn’t you ever call? Or text? You were only a few hours away while I was stationed at Miramar—why didn’t you come see me?”

I roll her over to face me. I slide my thumb along her bottom lip, replacing my touch with my mouth. I taste her slowly, loving her with all the emotion built up in my heart. When I pull away, I stare into her eyes so she’ll see how much I mean what I’m about to say.

“I’ve missed you every day, Lou. Every. Single. Day. But we were young, and I didn’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. All I could offer was a struggle to make ends meet. I talked it over with Pops and Nan. After hashing it out, over and over, I realized it wouldn’t have been fair to you.”