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And then he dives right in.
I thread my fingers into his hair as he works to alleviate the ache that I’ve felt for him since he left me. All the vibrators in the world are no comparison for this man’s talented mouth. He licks my clit as he slides one of his glorious fingers into my pussy, and I clutch the sheets as my hips start to move in time with his mouth. He reaches up with one arm to tweak my nipple between his thumb and forefinger just as he slides in a second finger, and it’s all the best sensations crashing into each other at one time.
It’s too much for my body that hasn’t had a workout like this in months, and I claw at my sheets as my climax plows into me. He keeps pace with me despite my thrashing as my legs clamp around his ears and I ride out pulse after pulse of sweet, hot pleasure.
As my body starts to come down, he pulls his fingers out but kisses my clit a few more times, and then he rocks back onto his knees and stares up at me.
“Fuck, Des, I’m never going two months without tasting this sweet cunt again.”
I raise my brows pointedly—or I try to, anyway, but I’m a little hazy after that orgasm, so I probably look like a clown. “You better not,” I warn.
He chuckles, and then he pushes to a stand and starts to take off his clothes. He lays on the bed beside me, and he glances overat me as he motions for me to hop on. “I believe you mentioned cowgirl?”
I laugh as I revel in the fact that somehow he can turn this erotic moment light and fun. It’s one of his many charms.
“I said that before you wrecked me with that orgasm.” I turn into his side and toss an arm over his abdomen.
“Close, but a little lower,” he teases, pushing my arm down toward his cock.
“Someone’s getting a little desperate.”
“It’s been two months, Des. All I’ve thought about is you.”
I sit up and move to straddle him. “Who am I to deny you a second longer?”
He fists his cock as I move into place, and I align myself with his body. He pushes into me, and I set my hands on his chest for balance. He groans as I sit all the way down on him, and I pull upward and shift my hips as I start to ride him.
God, he feels good. Helooksgood as he takes in the pleasure, his eyes heated as he stares at me with heavy lids. Sex with him was always incredible, but there’s something different about this time, and I know exactly what it is.
It’s the L word.
It lays heavily between us, spoken by one and not the other, and though I feel it, I’m scared to say it. But as I move over him and our bodies reconnect in the language they know best, I know without a doubt that I feel it too.
I didn’t start to feel better until he showed up to take care of me.
I was dragging through my daily tasks, forcing myself to get out of bed each morning.
I thought I could chalk it up to just being sick and exhausted, but the truth is, I think it was something much darker than that.
I was missing the piece of myself that he holds in his hands, and as our bodies rock together in pure, carnal pleasure, I feellike I have that piece of myself back again. It’s not just the sex or just the pleasure, but it’s the feeling like I’m connected to this man in a way that I’ve never felt connected to anyone before. He’s my life, and he’s my future, and now that we’re back where we belong, it feels like my world has shifted back to the way it was always meant to be.
He growls as he starts to come, and the feeling of his heat spreading inside me is too much for me to bear. I slide right into my second orgasm, something only he has ever been able to gift me, and we moan together through the intense release.
It’s only when I climb off him and slide into the place in his arms where I’m most comfortable that he says, “That was one hell of an early birthday present.”
“It’s your birthday?”
He nods. “Tomorrow is.”
“And you’re turning twenty-nine?” I ask.
He nods.
“And at what age can I trade you in for a younger model?”
He chuckles. “You don't have that option. Sorry.” He shrugs playfully.
“That's good because I don't want it, and for the record, you don't get it once I hit my next decade, either.”
