day to prove to her I’m sorry for my mistakes and that she’s all I’ll ever need.
“You’ve got that look,” she pants, her fingers still slipping and sliding around her pink pussy.
Fuck, is she already swollen with arousal?
God, this woman kills me with her neediness, and I’m enjoying every second of her sexual desperation.
“What look?” I ask, unable to take my eyes off the apex of her thighs.
My balls tighten when she chuckles. I don’t give a damn that I’m so easy to read. I want her to know how much I need her, too. I think her insecurities are starting to wane because there’s no lack of passion in our relationship despite the fact that it’s been an eternity since my cock was inside of her.
“Are you thinking about the conversation in the truck earlier?”
My hand freezes on my dick. “What? No. The answer is no. You’re not pegging me.”
“If I had a dick, I’d fuck myself with it long before I used that energy on you. My pussy is so hungry.”
I’m grateful for the declaration, but now my mind is running away with the idea of her stuffing herself full of a fake cock and fuck my life if it doesn’t take much to turn me on these days.
“Is that so?” I drop my boxers, kicking them free of my ankles when they hit the floor.
“Do you ache?”
“Yes.” She circles her fingers once again through her wetness. “Right here.”
Her nipples tighten to hard points when I brush a finger over one. It’s like they share the same nerves, either that or she’s figured out I can’t touch one without showing attention to the other.
“I didn’t want to fuck you until we were moved into the house,” I confess.
“If I have to wait several more weeks, I’ll die.”
“So dramatic,” I pant as I lean down and suck a nipple into my mouth.
Her free hand tangles in my hair and I fucking love the sting of it.
“I’m not going to beg you.”
I pull my head away, frowning when I see the creases in her forehead.
“You don’t have to,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the lines to smooth them out.
“Really?” Her delight takes over the frustration that was beginning to form.
I answer her with a soft kiss to her lips. It’s been so long; it’s going to take true restraint to keep from plowing into her and fucking her like a feral beast.
Her hips swivel in a little dance of excitement, and it makes me grin. You’d think she was starved for me.
I guess it’s possible, because that’s exactly how I feel about her right now despite the fact that we get each other off every morning when we wake up and before we go to bed at night.
“Please tell me you aren’t joking. It would break my heart.”
“No jokes tonight,” I say as I lick my way between her breasts and down her stomach, pressing a delicate kiss to the skin just below her belly button.
Her fingers remain tangled in my hair as I venture lower, clenching tighter when I kiss her swollen clit.
“Fuck, this pussy,” I murmur, her hot flesh sweet on my tongue.
“Yes. Fuck this pussy.”
I chuckle against her, but she pulls my hair to the point of pain, letting me know this is no joking matter.
“Jesus,” I hiss when I slip two fingers inside of her. I’m always amazed how swollen she gets when she’s horny, and I can only pray that I don’t come the second I slip inside of her. I mean, honestly, it would be a compliment to her insatiable pussy, but after months of waiting for that exact moment, I don’t think she’d be impressed.
“Wanna come—”
“On your dick,” she says as she slaps my fingers away.
After one last lick clear up the middle of her, I hover my mouth over her and grin. “I want you bare.”
A slow smile spreads across her face. “Do you?”
Now I have a sudden urge to beg, but this is a decision she has to make.
“I do, but if you don’t wa—”
“It’s what I want.”
Yeah, this is going to be incredibly embarrassing for me. I mean, I’ll make it up to her, but this is definitely not going to be one of my finer moments. I wonder if she’d be offended if I run to the bathroom and stroke one out. The fire burning in her eyes tells me it isn’t even an option.