My hands slide down over her ass, needing her, wanting her against me. And she moans as she rocks into me, grinding her lap into mine, whispering at the feel of my lips on her collarbone and at the feel of my pulsing cock hard against her thigh.
Her fingers tease over my bare chest as her mouth seeks mine again. I bring a hand between us and run it up her thigh between her legs.
She moans.
She wants this, and I know it’s not just the sex part of it. It’s not just that she wants that to happen.
It’s that she wants me.
My fingers pull at the button of her jean shorts and push inside, but the angle’s all wrong. She gasps into my lips as I grab her instead and flip us around, moving on top of her and letting my lips trace the contours of her neck. I move lower as her nails rake my shoulders, down over her collarbone, across the swell of her breast.
I remember these pink, dusky nipples.
I remember this skin - every fucking inch of it, every taste of it. Because I’ve been craving it for so damn long.
She gasps as I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth, my hands working her shorts from her hips. She writhes beneath me, hands sliding into my hair, her breath hitching as I move lower. My lips trail across her soft belly, lingering at her navel before I move lower still.
They kiss her across the edges of her panties, soft sounds dripping from her lips, her legs trembling. And part of me wants to just rip those panties the fuck off. Part of me wants to shred them away and bury my tongue in her like I’ve been dying to do for goddamn years.
But I also want to unwrap her. I want her like a present I need to open slowly, not damaging the wrapping paper.
I hook my fingers into the waist, slowly pulling them down and kissing across that little seam between her thighs and her pussy. She raises her legs and I pull them the rest of the way off before pushing her legs apart.
Goddamn I missed this.
She’s perfect - a fucking goddess laid out before me. She’s so damn wet, and so ready, that same look on her face that got me harder than stone years ago. It’s innocence, and yet so viscerally on fire - this cock-throbbing mix of sweet and sexy that has my blood roaring in my ears.
How the hell did I leave this.
I almost want to scream it out loud right there, but honestly, it doesn’t matter. The past is the past, and all I care about in this moment is her - here and now.
I can’t hold back any more. My mouth dips to taste her, and it’s like heaven. She’s as sweet as I remember, as honeyed and perfect as I’ve dreamt about a thousand times. I drag my tongue through her soft folds, moving over every inch of her until I find the hard little nub of her clit. I tease her there, loving the way her moans drip from her lips.
Loving her scent, her taste, her sounds - the way she moves.
The softness as my tongue strokes through her lips.
I’m relentless in my teasing, swirling my tongue around her clit again and again, letting her buck her hips against my mouth. I push two fingers into her, curling them up and forward and stroking that spot inside as she starts to go to pieces for me. I’m coaxing and dragging the orgasm from her. And as much as I want to drag it out all fucking night, I’ve gone entirely too long without seeing her come for me.
“Silas-”
My name falling from those pillow lips of hers has my cock straining in my pants. But this is about her. This about shattering her world and reminding her what I know she’s gone without these eight years.
I stroke my fingers in and out, gently sucking her clit between my lips as I swirl it mercilessly with my tongue. Her legs tighten around my ears, her fingers pulling hard at my hair and her whole body arching off the lawn chair.
“I’m- I’m going to-”
She cries out when she comes, her whole body seizing up and bucking against me. Her breath comes staggered and shattered as she melts into me, her honey coating my tongue and her body going limp for me.
I linger another minute, making her moan as she struggles for breath, my tongue dragging lazy circles across her pussy until she’s dragging me up.
“Jesus, Silas-”
“Silas! You out here?” The sound of the backdoor banging open and her brother’s voice has us scrambling apart.
She jumps from the chair and grabs for her clothes, her face red and hot and her eyes darting wildly to the staircase down from the roof.
Fuck.
I yank my shirt back over my head, feeling my own heart racing a million miles an hour as I turn back to her.
“Stay up here, I’ll deal with him.”
I start to leave, but before I know it, I’m stopping and turning back to her. And I kiss her once more, pulling her against me and feeling her body sink into me as I sear my lips to hers.
I pull away and turn to grab my beer from the ground near my chair, but her hand touches my arm.