My heart broke. I didn't want to see her cry… never.
“Don't cry.” I moved my thumb to wipe her cheeks. I wasn't worth her tears.
God, I'd done so many things to hurt her.
I was thankful when she didn't brush my hand away.
I leaned slightly, bringing my face to hers. “Please…”
I heard her breath hitch.
For the longest time, I stayed like this— inches away from her face— waiting for her to push me away.
She didn't.
Slowly I brought my lips down on hers. I missed this. Her warm lips against mine. I missed the odd feelings it incited.
Bringing my hand to the back of her head, I deepened the kiss, savoring her sweet taste with my tongue.
When she moaned, my other hand circled her waist, quickly switching her position.
She was straddling me. I could feel her warm thighs against my pants.
I desperately pulled her closer, sucking passionately on her lower lips. When she moaned, I pulled back to trail wet kisses down her neck. Her fingers worked through my hair with another moan.
When I reached her chest, I pulled back to gaze at her.
There was a flicker of emotion in it, that I couldn’t place, before my hands found her breasts.
Like other times, I reveled in the softness of her plumpness, but unlike other times, there was no haste in me. I wanted to take my time.
I wanted to ensure that she felt it all. I wanted to savor each part of her body. Somehow, this time, it felt like just more than sex to me.
I let my hands massage her breasts as I leaned to place a kiss on her collarbone. She gasped in pleasure.
Then I slowly worked my way to her thighs, caressing every slope of it.
When I reached between her thighs, I purred at the moisture. She was wet for me.
Holding her gaze, I shifted her pants before gently rubbing her pussy.
Her head fell on my shoulders. I could feel her trying to muffle her moans.
Instantly, I placed her on the table before bunching her skirt above her thighs. Placing myself in a kneeling position between her thighs, I hung her legs around my shoulders then dug my face into heaven.
Her hands immediately fisted my hair. I ran my nose down the length of her sex, inhaling her sweet scent.
“You smell so fucking good. Fuck, I could do this for eternity.” I groaned between her thighs before bringing my tongue to lick her clit.
I felt her body jerk slightly before her fist on my hair tightened.
“So sensitive…” I trailed. She barely let out a whimper when I scissored her clit.
“Fuck!” She moaned.
“Do you like this?” I breathed against her core, trailing my index finger between her folds.
“Yes,” she whimpered breathlessly.