great idea.
Rake lifts me up in the air, and I wrap my legs around him. He walks with me into the VIP room, the same place we first saw each other after all those years. Closing the door behind him, he lays me back on one of the black suede chaise lounges and looks down at me with a hungry expression, his eyes heavy and his mouth a little swollen from our kiss. He’s about to say something when I lift myself up and kiss him again, cutting off whatever he was going to say. He makes a sound deep in his throat and pushes me back into the lounge, his hands cupping my face.
Are we going to have sex right here?
Surprisingly I’m okay with that. I just want him inside me, slow and deep, right now.
I lift up his shirt and run my hands up his smooth back, closing my eyes as he starts to kiss down my neck. My breath hitches as he undoes the top button on my white shirt and kisses the cleavage it reveals.
Another button.
And another.
Fuck.
He exposes my black bra, then pulls down the cups, revealing my small, pebbled nipples.
“Fuck, I’ve missed these,” he grits out, before his mouth is on them, gently sucking and licking.
My back arches. I want more. I want everything.
My hands tangle in his hair and pull gently on the short ends.
“Rake,” I pant. “Please.”
I’m not above begging.
“What do you want, baby?” he asks softly, plumping my breasts together, licking one nipple then the other. When he finally pulls back to unzip his jeans, I’m so wet that I can actually feel how damp my panties are.
“I want you inside me.” I breathe heavily, watching as he pulls out his hard cock.
Fuck.
Yeah, I didn’t remember it being so big.
No one else I’ve been with even compares.
He pulls a condom out of his wallet, and I push away the fact that he always has one ready and waiting. Right now isn’t about that; it’s about us finally enjoying each other, reuniting, without letting anything else get in the way.
No thinking, only feeling.
He slides my pencil skirt up my thighs, and pulls down my panties, admiring me for a few seconds before he spreads my legs and dips his head.
“Need a taste,” he murmurs to himself, tongue peeking out as he licks my center with one long, deep swipe.
Holy. Shit.
“Just as good as I remember,” he says, before lowering his head again and eating my pussy. I lift up my hips, grinding myself into his face. Does he want me to come right now? Because I am going to come. I lick my dry lips and cry out as the orgasm hits, making me whimper in pleasure and slam my head back into the soft couch, my eyes squeezed shut.
“Adam,” I creak, his real name falling from my lips without thought.
He moans, his fingers tightening on my thighs as he continues to worship me with his mouth. I reach my hand down, threading my fingers through his hair and lifting his head up with a tug.
“Please,” I beg, looking him square in the eye. I want him inside me, now. It’s been too long without him. The other men I’ve been with don’t even count anymore because they don’t compare to him in any way or form.
“Fuckin’ hell, Bailey,” he grits out, holding his big, hard cock in his hand, tearing the condom package open with his white teeth and rolling it down his length. He looks at me as he slowly pushes inside of me, and I look back, my heavy-lidded eyes on him the whole time.
When he’s all in me, his mouth slams down on mine the same time he starts fucking me, one of his hands tugging a handful of my hair, the other softly cupping my cheek. The mixture of the rough and gentle gesture, of his perfect kisses and his cock hitting all the right spots, has me more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, the intensity of the moment stealing my breath away. I moan into his mouth, my nipples rubbing against his chest, the added friction having me on the verge of coming again. He removes his hand from my cheek, lifts my legs over his shoulders, pulls me toward him, and reaches down between us to play with my clit as he continues to slide into me, now deep and slow.
“So fuckin’ perfect,” he says between clenched teeth, green eyes full of