place and walked leisurely around my body until his chest was nearly pressed against my back. His hands moved up my exposed back to my shoulders and gently brushed the sleeves off.
“As I recall,” he said, lowering his mouth to the spot where my shoulder met my neck, “you enjoyed this.”
He pressed his lips to the spot, and my entire body erupted into goose bumps.
“Oh god,” I breathed.
His tongue swept across the spot. Then he sucked in until my core throbbed with desire.
Fuck, he’d actually remembered that. How…how had he remembered that?
He deftly unclasped my bra and tossed it on the floor. My breasts hung heavy with my nipples erect with desire. He pulled me back against his chest, cupping my breasts in his hands. My ass pressed up against his cock, hard and firm through his suit pants. My mouth watered to taste him again.
I swirled my hips invitingly as he continued to teasingly kiss me while kneading my nipples between his fingers. He pinched one roughly, and I cried out as pleasure hit me anew. He nipped my shoulder and then walked me forward to the bed.
My knees hit the mattress, and then he tapped my legs further apart. I groaned when his hands skimmed my inner thighs.
I wanted him. Fuck, I fucking wanted him. I didn’t need the foreplay. I didn’t need anything but his cock inside me right now.
But he had other ideas.
He pushed me forward, bending me at the waist to lie across his bed. My pussy soaked my panties. He could slip inside me right now with no resistance. And I wanted him to.
“Fuck, I have wanted you since the day I saw you walk up that beach.”
He ran his hands down my back and to my ass, hooking a finger under my thong and dragging it down my legs. I stepped out of the material, leaving me exposed to him. And I didn’t care one bit.
He returned to my ass, gently squeezing my cheeks before moving to the apex of my thighs. I bucked against the bed at the first touch against my core. He slicked a finger through my wet center. I swore, I knew his satisfied smirk was there without even looking at him.
I thought he was just going to undo his pants and take me right then and there. Honestly, I kind of hoped so. But the Penn from six years ago had believed in multiple orgasms, and it seemed that hadn’t changed. And well…thank fuck for that.
His knees hit the hardwood floor. I glanced back in surprise, and then he buried his face in my pussy. I cried out, dropping my head, as all at once, I was overcome with sensation. His tongue was inside me. His thumb pressed to my clit.
This had…never happened to me before. I’d had oral, obviously, but from behind? And oh my god! Oh my fucking god! It was incredible.
I couldn’t see him. I had no idea what he was going to do next. And it heightened every sensation.
I tried to turn around to look at him again, but he pushed my chest back down into the mattress.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as he brought me to the edge.
“Come for me, Natalie,” he commanded.
And I was so close. Only a few more strokes of my clit as he lavished me, and I was there. Seeing stars. Utterly gone. Moaning into the duvet and clenching it for dear life.
His hand tangled in my hair, wrenching me backward. It wasn’t entirely violent, but it wasn’t exactly gentle either. Somehow, my body got more turned on.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I arched my back to look at him.
Then his lips were on mine, rough and all demanding. I could taste my own arousal on him. I wanted more.
He wrapped an arm around my middle to help me back to my feet. I turned in place and saw that, in the midst of my orgasm, he had somehow gotten his shirt unbuttoned. All I could see was the six-pack abs beneath a sky-blue button-up. I ripped his shirt off of him and then ran my nails down that toned physique.
As much as I wanted to admire every single abdominal muscle, I moved past his sexy V to get to the main event.
I couldn’t unbutton his pants fast enough, and then I hastily reached inside his boxer briefs to hold his long cock in my hand. It was firm and thick and mine for the night. I’d been young and innocent