“Please!” Sparkles of lust heated her to the core.
He kissed his way to her other breast, leaving a trail of licks along the way. Her body yearned for more. For everything. It had been grueling when she left him. Her heart was still in a sad state of disrepair. Now that he was once again bringing her to the heights of pleasure, everything felt lighter. As if a weight had magically lifted and things could somehow fix themselves.
We shouldn’t do this. We’re getting a divorce. The thought broke through her hazy desire and tried to sober her into full mental consciousness. She pushed it to the back of her mind and focused on the here and now. He moved his hands to her knees, trailed his way up her thighs, and slowly lifted the skirt of her dress in the process. Her breath hitched. He yanked the dress over her head and left her spread open and panting, wearing only the wet gold panties.
He fingered her over the damp material at her crotch. A shudder racked her when he rubbed the wet satin panties on her clit. Her legs shook, and minor explosions went off in her core. Her lids fluttered closed.
“Fuck! Baby, you’re so hot. So wet.” He groaned into her swollen breast and grazed his teeth over her nipple. “I missed your sexy body doing this for me.” He sucked her and rubbed her pleasure nub harder. “Do you know how hot it was to feel your slick body gripping my cock while I drove into you?”
She was going to come. And she didn’t care how pathetic that made her look. His words were like the playback button on a DVD. Each of them turned into a visual of the things they’d done. Of every kiss, lick, and suck he’d ever given her. Of his hands caressing her pussy like he was doing then. Of him driving deep and hard into her, making her knees shake and her body soar. He continued to rub her over the soaked material, over and over, until she was begging for more.
“Oh my—” She groaned. Her sex throbbed, desperate to be filled. Finally, when she swore she could take no more of his delicious torture, he pushed the wet satin to the side and dipped his calloused digits into her pussy, her muscles immediately flexing around his fingers.
Liquid lava spread through her body, scorching her blood with fervent need. She jerked her eyes open and glanced down. He drove her crazy with those possessive looks. An invisible bond linked them again. Silent tremors shook her and turned her blood to scorching fire. She tugged on his short hair and made him look up at her. Thick passionate energy swirled in his gaze.
“Please, Nick. It’s been too long,” she admitted with urgency. “I need you now!”
She pulled his hair, harder than she ever had and urged him to come closer. The moment his waist was within reach, she unbuckled and unzipped him without breaking the deep connection between their locked gazes. The vein in his cheek jerked and her pussy ached. She knew that he was highly aroused. If the vein hadn’t been an indication, the way his nose flared sure was, as was the way he clenched his jaw and the hand that gripped her thigh. He finger fucked her so damn slowly it was like being punished and rewarded at the same time. Mesmerized on the vision of his movements, she stared as he dipped in, pulled out, and stroked the wet fingers around her clit.
With a quick gulp, she shoved his pants down and freed him. She was filled with new urgent need when she saw his cock. The view had never been so good. Thick, hard, and dripping beads of pre-cum from the smooth mushroomed head. It made her want to jump him. All her body and mind clamored for was him. Inside her. Taking her. She gripped his shaft in her fist, and he groaned. Desire scorched her from within with each thrust of his cock into her fist. She licked her lips and tried to swallow past the dryness in her throat.
“Do we need protection?” She hadn’t been with anyone else since their separation. That didn’t mean the same applied to him.
“There hasn’t been anyone else for me since you. There never will be.”
At that moment, her heart broke a little more for them. For the pain they’d both endured and the love that hadn’t been enough. Their gazes met, held, and a world of communication happened with just one look. “Please, Nick. Make love to me.”
With any other man, she wouldn’t have thought of it as love making, but he was her one and only.
Always would be.
He tugged at the bows on the sides of her panties, until they came undone. She braced herself on the table and lifted her butt off so he could slide the soaked material from under her. She curled a hand around the base of his shaft and used her other hand to spread the moisture from the slit down his length. Her need drove her to near madness. She wanted him. Now.
As if reading her mind, he pounced on her. He stepped into her open thighs and slid his length up and down her wet pussy lips. A blazing ball of tension started to gather in her core. She panted and curled her hands around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Their lips met, and he slid into her in a fast thrust. All the way in until their pelvises touched. She gasped into the kiss. It took her body a second to adjust to being invaded by his. She hadn’t been with him in so long, and her nerve endings in her pussy were stretched taut.