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Yeah, baby, that’s it. She likes my mouth on her, and from the way she presses her body to mine, surrendering, that hasn’t changed at all.
We kiss and kiss until the damn painkillers finally kick in, and then I lift her, my aching ribs be damned, and carry her to my bed.
It may not be the best of ideas, and certainly not a romantic gesture like I’d thought I’d start with as I lay in bed in the hospital, turning it all over in my mind, but…
I’m desperate.
I missed her.
Dammit, I can’t even blame the concussion for this. It’s all me. I want her like I’ve never wanted a woman in my life, and that want hasn’t lessened over time. On the contrary.
I lay her down on my bed and tear at her clothes. She freezes at first as I pull off her shoes, and peel off her jeans, and then her blouse.
Then she attacks my clothes happily, stripping me down to my briefs, and a joy unlike any other hits me.
She makes me feel like that. I remember that.
How did I lose this? This feeling, this woman.
> What did I do? She accused me of something… something untrue, of…
She pulls me down for a kiss before the memory fully forms, and then I forget all about it when she tangles her tongue with mine and reaches down to cup my hard-on through my briefs.
I groan in her mouth, my hips rolling, the ache in my balls unbearable. My body reacts to her like every time – as if struck by lightning, burning up, tightening and arching over her, needing to enter her, fill her up.
She breaks the kiss only to tug impatiently at my briefs, and again my plans of long foreplay and getting her off multiple times before entering her fly out the window.
Kneeling over her, I let her pull down my briefs, freeing my cock, and her small hand is on me before I can do anything more than draw a ragged breath.
“Damn, girl.” I look down, where she’s stroking my dick, and I almost fucking come on the spot. “If you keep this up…”
She lets go, only to cup my balls, and I close my eyes, struggling for control.
Finally, I push away her hand.
“Cup your tits instead,” I tell her. She likes me telling her what to do in bed, and I need a moment to stop my load from shooting. “Play with your nipples. Get yourself ready for me.”
She moans at my words, her eyes growing heavy lidded.
We click, this girl and me. We fit in sex like hand and glove. I like controlling her. She likes being controlled. It gets her off.
Like now.
She undoes her bra, lets it fall, and grabs her tits. They’re gorgeous like the rest of her, round and heavy, her nipples hard and dark. She pinches and twists them, her mouth going slack with pleasure, and meanwhile she’s watching me.
Watching me watch her.
I reach for my cock, give it a hard squeeze. My head is throbbing uncomfortably, my heartbeat echoing in my ears.
Not long before I crash and burn.
When she reaches for her panties, I beat her to it, tearing them down her legs and bending over her.
“Sorry, girl,” I whisper as I rub my dick over her pussy.
“What for?” Her voice is breathy, her pupils dilated.
“This will be quick. I promise to go slow next time. Condom?”
