When my tongue sweeps into her mouth, new solar systems explode into existence and I am home.
Her arms enfold my neck so tightly, I can’t move my head.
As if I’m going anywhere. Now that I’m finally here, I never want to leave.
I unzip her dress and tug it down to her waist and lean back to gaze on my bounty.
I almost blow my load at the sight of her. Her dark nipples are rigid and jutting, begging to be sucked. My hungry mouth can’t get there fast enough. Her back bows, and her fingers claw at my neck when I close my lips around the stiff, sweet nipple. I flick it until she calls my name, and then, I suck.
Her body bucks against mine. “I want you naked,” she growls, and nips my ear.
I relinquish my treat to unfasten my tie and rip my shirt open. Buttons clatter and scatter, and I don’t care at all. She sinks her teeth into my shoulder, and then licks and kisses the place she bites, over and over, while her frantic hands work at the button and zipper of my trousers.
My hands are just as frenzied trying to pull her dress all the way off. Her slim, strong hips are banded by nude lace panties that barely cover the lips of her pussy. She’s soaked through and left a spot right where she’s the neediest.
I take a moment to marvel at how exquisitely made this woman is. How perfectly we fit, how easily we come together. As much as I want to be inside her, I also want to just lay my head on her chest, listen to her heartbeat and savor being with her.
But then she whimpers and scratches my shoulders. “Please, please, please,” she chants.
I cup her heat and press the heel of my hand into her clit. She throws her head back, lifting her breasts, their tawny peaks jutting upward, as if in offering. I take it. I suck her nipples and stroke her slick, swollen pussy.
“Stone, baby, oh God,” she calls out in a husky, pleading voice that goes straight to my dick. My hands stop pressing and start pulling. Fabric tears and I release her delicious nipple, blow on it and watch it pucker before I kiss my way down her stomach.
“God, I’ve missed this so damn much,” I say in between kisses and licks.
She’s intoxicating - the taste, the smell of her, the way it clings to me is all enough to make me feel high.
“Stone, I need it…my clit it’s so…fuck…” she groans my name and shoves her hands into my hair, grinding her pelvis into my face.
I press the flat of my hand to her stomach and hold her writhing body still. I pull her swollen, stiff clit gently between my lips and suck it while I flick her hood with the soft tip of my tongue.
The muscles of her stomach flex under my fingers and her thighs start to tremble so violently they slip off my shoulders. I spread her thighs wide and press my tongue inside her. She’s so hot and there aren’t enough hours in the day for me to ever have enough.
I want to eat her until she comes, but I’m so close myself and I need to be inside her more than I need my next breath.
“Have you been with anyone?” I ask.
“Only you,” she pants
“Only ever me,” I reiterate and bite the inside of her thigh. I slide up to nestle into the cradle of her hips, and without preamble or permission, push inside her.
For a moment, my vision blurs and I close my eyes against dizzying waves of pleasure that move relentlessly from my scalp to the soles of my feet.
“I want to slow down, but I can’t. It’s been too fucking long, Regan. I’ve been going god damn crazy, fucking my fist, coming on my stomach instead of in this pussy,” I confess in breath starved rasps while I press deep, deeper, and yet it’s not deep enough.
“Ah, oh my God.” She wraps her legs around my waist and presses her forehead to my shoulder. I bind an arm around her hips and cup her head with my other hand. I bury my face in her neck and make love to her for all the nights I’ve missed.
Every time I drive back into her, I taste something like heaven. I haven’t come yet, and I’m already hungry for her again.