“God, you smell so good.”
His tongue circles my pearl just the way I like it, and I moan and squeeze when I feel him slide a finger into me quickly, then a second.
“Oh my God,” I pant, unconsciously bucking my hips forward to him, pressing against him.
Instantly he’s sending hints of pleasure through me, making me feel so good, and he laps at me like a starving animal, like he’s never needed to lick my sex more than he does right now.
“I’ve missed you,” he groans. “The way you taste, the way you smell. God, why’d you run away?”
“I had to!” I say, taking his head, pressing it against me. I mash myself against him, gyrate against his face, lost in bliss, my eyes shut.
His tongue is fast and strong, and he knows just how to get me off. I’m surging forward, tightening up, feel so good and I’m getting closer and closer.
“Like that,” I gasp as he rubs my front wall, massages it to the rhythm of his tongue. “Oh, shit, Duncan.”
I squeeze, tighten, my whole body tense. I haven’t felt this good in so long, since the night I left him. I’ve been so alone.
But he makes me feel sexy, now. He serves me as if that’s the only thing he ever wants to do. He pleasures me like only he knows how, presses all my buttons, and I’m inches away from exploding in ecstasy when he pulls his fingers from me, sucks on them.
I sigh, feel myself backed off the edge, my whole body buzzing with electricity, every nerve ending inside me on fire, on the verge of going off, now cooling down.
“Are you punishing me?” I ask him, but again he doesn’t reply, just looks at me.
My hands shoot to the elastic of his pants, but he pulls away from me. He removes his shirt, and his sexy body comes into view. He has lost a bit of weight, and it just makes him look leaner than ever.
He steps forward, takes my hand, runs it down his body.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” he growls.
“It’s not about that,” I say through quick breaths.
He lowers my hand still, into his underwear, and there I feel him, grip onto him, squeeze him.
“I never stopped wanting you,” he says, closing the distance fast. He takes a fist of my hair into his hands and jerks my head back, and then he licks up my neck to my chin, aggressively, possessively.
His lips find mine, and he kisses me, sucking on my lower lip for a moment, before meeting my tongue with his.
I jerk him in his pants, feel his manhood, so thick and hard for me.
“You really want to know what I think?”
“Yes.”
“I think you should have told me,” he breathes.
“I wanted to tell you.”
“I had a right to know.”
“I know, Duncan!”
“Every single fucking day I searched for you.”
He pulls in closer to me, still holding my hair, takes my lip again and bites it. I feel the sting, and it makes me shiver.
“And yes, I’m mad.” He pauses, looks into my eyes. His blue orbs are magnetic, draw me into them. “But I’m still in love with you, and I’m never letting you go again.”
Before I can reply he kisses me, and I wrap my legs around him frantically, pull myself to him. He lifts me up off the counter effortlessly with one hand, pulls his cock out with the other, buries himself all the way inside me in one motion.
I shut my eyes, rake his skin as he fills me up, makes me see white. He starts to fuck me hard and fast, buries himself in me to the hilt again and again.
All I can do is hold onto him hard, bite onto his shoulder, and as he thrusts into me ever harder, ever faster, I’m blinded, in the clouds, in oblivion.
His cock is so hard inside me, so thick, he makes me feel so full, so good.
“Oh God,” I pant onto him, coiling my arms tighter around his neck. His frantic thrusting is slapping his pubic bone against my clit again and again and again, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop,” I say, gripping onto his hair, pulling it. He presses his forehead against me, looks into my eyes.
“Don’t stop,” I hiss.
I feel my body tighten up, feel my world turn white-hot, and just at the edge of my climax he claims my lips, and I moan into his mouth, squeezing and spasming inside me as my orgasm rocks my body, sets me on fire.
I cum hard, fast, shiver and shudder, moan onto his shoulder. I’m in heaven, feeling so damn fucking good, and then I’m passed the peak, coming down.
“Slow down,” I say quickly, stopping him with hands on his chest.
He lifts me up higher on him, and I tremble as I feel him slide out of me a little. He takes me into the bed room, and then pulls himself all the way out of me, leaving me quivering and feeling empty.