“Don’t stop, Blake,” I whisper into the night. Saying the words was like throwing gasoline on an already raging fire. My entire body lights up as his hands explore everywhere. My hips, my back, my stomach. The feel of his warm hands against my even warmer skin is something I’ll never forget. Just like two years ago.
Blake lets me slide down his front, but doesn’t let go. He pulls my t-shirt up and over my head, leaving my breasts fully exposed. The loud, throaty groan that fills the room sends heat straight to my core. Blake’s hot mouth is on my exposed flesh moments later. His tongue laps and licks my erect little nubs. With each swipe of his tongue, he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, Blake’s large hand is working its way down my abdomen and towards the place that aches the most. He touches me through my shorts and it almost pushes me over the edge completely. I throw my head back against the wall as he rubs my clit, teasing me into oblivion. Just when I get close to orgasm, his hands pull back. My eyes fly open and clash with his; his pupils are so dilated, I can’t even tell what color his eyes are.
Suddenly, his hand is inside my shorts and panties. Two fingers slip inside so quickly that all I can do is shudder and moan, longing to wrap my legs back around his waist. He slides those fingers in and out in a slow, steady pace. Each stroke brings me that much closer to the orgasm I crave. Blake places his palm against my throbbing clit, grinding it against me with just enough force to finish me off. My eyes are glued to his with such intensity that I fear that I will never be the same again. I fly over the edge, soaring higher and higher with each aftershock of pleasure as I ride his hand and struggle to pull oxygen into my lungs.
Before those sweet aftershocks even subside, Blake is moving. I watch helplessly as he rips his t-shirt up and over his head. The muscles in his arms, chest, abs, and neck all flex in the moonlight. He’s like a Greek god, all tanned skin and hard muscle. My body stirs to life as if he didn’t just shatter my existence just a few moments ago. When Blake drops his jeans, my legs practically collapse. He’s so much bigger than I remember. And not just the impressive tent pitched out of the front of his boxer briefs. His arms, his legs, his being; it’s all bigger.
I reach forward and touch the part of him that wasn’t there two years ago. A large tattoo of a soaring Eagle spreads across his left pec. It’s incredibly detailed with large lines and subtle coloring. In the talons of the majestic bird is a small bunch of wildflowers. They’re colorful and so life-like that they practically pop off his skin. I touch his flesh, tracing the ink with shaky fingers.
As if he’s had enough of my touch, Blake grabs my fingers and pulls them to his lips. He places sweet, tender kisses on my knuckles before sucking my pointer finger into his mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him as close as humanly possible, leaving absolutely no room for even air to pass between us. Blake lowers his boxers and reaches for his jeans. Pulling a foil package from his wallet, he sheathes himself before returning his attention fully back to me. With a quick lift, he hoists me up against him, my legs wrapping around him instinctively.
“I’m a selfish bastard, Carly. I want nothing more than to have my way with you with my mouth, but right now, I need to be inside of you. I promise to slow it down next time, but right now, I just can’t fucking hold back anymore,” he says moments before impaling me with his thick, hard erection. My breath swooshes out of my lungs as I feel my body stretching wider than ever before. “God, you’re so damn tight,” he groans, not moving as he allows me time to adjust to his invasion.
“It’s been -” I start, but stop, gripping his dick with my internal muscles.
“What? Tell me,” he demands, gritting his teeth with the desire to move.
“It’s been two years since I did this,” I confess, embarrassment coursing through my body. Blake’s only response is a long groan before his mouth finds mine and he slowly starts to move.
“You haven’t been with anyone since me?” he asks softly, raining tender kisses on my cheeks and chin. His hands firmly holding my ass, keeping his pace slow and steady.
“No,” I whisper, wanting to crawl in a hole and die. It’s not like I had a lot of time to date and have sex. I was pregnant for nine months and then raising a baby. Plus, no one held a candle to the man who is inside of me right now, and the thought of sleeping with someone else just didn’t hold any appeal.
“Now I really am a selfish bastard because that makes me so fucking happy to know that you haven’t given your body to anyone else since then. No one but me,” he grunts as he thrusts his body deep inside of me as if to accentuate his point.