biting a hole in my lower lip, but that was before he got down on his knees on the floor between my spread thighs and ran his tongue along the opening of my sex.
My tummy concaved as shock waves ran through me. No matter how often we share this intimacy, I can never get over the heights to which he makes me soar. My fingers burned to touch him, to hold him closer to me as he feasted on my flesh, and as if reading my mind, he took his lips and tongue away long enough to growl a command, “Touch me.”
I buried my fingers in his hair and pushed myself harder against his mouth while my heart threatened to jump out of my chest. How can someone who hates me as much as he does give me such mind-blowing pleasure?
CALEN
I don’t think I’d planned to fuck her tonight; I’m not sure. I’ve been a ball of confusion since her return, and the more I think about our situation, the less sense it all makes. My son is happy, loved, cossetted, I can see that with my own eyes. The woman who left me didn’t take any of the expensive gifts I gave her and never even accessed the bank account I’d opened for her. Neither had she tried to use any of the expense accounts I have opened for her all over the city and other parts of the world.
The PI’s story doesn’t add up with what I had in my head, and what’s more, when I fucked her the first time since she came back, she was tight as fuck. I remember a handful of times when I had to leave her for more than a week on business how tight she’d be when I took her as soon as I got home. I used to secretly joke with myself that if she ever cheated on me, I’d know because her body would tell on her.
So just what the hell had sent her running from me and the life I’d given us? Her fingers tugging at my head was a remembered feeling, the sounds she made, those sexy as fuck come fuck me sounds was something I’d missed and her taste. I’d forgotten how amazing her pussy tastes, unlike any other.
I took my time and ate her out until pussy juice dribbled from the corners of my mouth, and still, it wasn’t enough. When she became too sensitive to touch, I held her ass harder, keeping her in place as I went to town on her leaking cunt that seemed to breathe around my tongue. My heart, which I have been trying hard to keep at bay these last few days beat erratically in my chest, and I was only too aware of what that meant.
I wanted to be angry as I pulled my tongue out of her and slid up her body, but the look in her eyes brought me up short. Love, that’s what I saw written there, so much love. I remember that look, the way it used to make me feel when she’d look at me like that. It used to blow my mind that this amazing creature could love someone as unworthy as me.
But how do I feel now? I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that, and that scares me. A day ago, I was sure about us; I was sure that I would never forgive her for what she’d done. My plan, or at least one of them and the one I liked the most, was to keep her and use her until I got her out of my system. I thought I could do it because I thought that what I once felt for her was long dead, now I’m confused all over again.
I closed my eyes against the emotion I saw written on her face and lowered my lips to hers, giving her a taste of herself. Instead of slamming my cock into her hard enough to hurt, I took my cock in hand while holding her cheek with the other and slid into her nice and slow. It was the first time I’d touched her with such gentleness since her return, and I berated myself for it.
She succumbed to my gentleness, opening herself up to me without reserve, and when she wrapped her legs around me and locked me off with her tight pussy I felt myself teetering on the edge. “Damn you, damn you…” I kept