other and does the same. I feel my milk leak out a bit, but it doesn’t seem to bother him as he twirls his tongue around and licks from the middle of my chest down to my belly button. His tongue doesn’t leave my body; he’s tasting me everywhere, sensually, erotically, making me squirm in anticipation.
“Your responsiveness to my touch hasn’t changed at all. You still get goosebumps everywhere. The little noises coming out of your sexy mouth, I’ve missed those too. But this,” he continues, cupping my pussy in his hand, “I have missed most of all. Being inside of you, feeling your warmth, the way you squeeze me so tight, cushioning me.”
Tears roll down my face as well as his. They don’t stop him though, as one of his fingers follows the trail he made with his tongue, stopping just short of my opening. I start to pant. Turner quirks an eyebrow and dips that finger down one side of my wetness and plunges it inside of me.
“Jesus. You are so warm and so fucking wet. Tell me you want me like I want you, Clove. Tell me you need me and you missed me.”
His tone is pleading; it’s as if he has to hear me reassure him.
“Always you, every night, every day, every minute, it’s always you,” I say, my breathing shallow and my voice croaky as I give him the words he needs. All of it is the truth. “I never once stopped loving you, never once, Turner.”
He breathes in deeply, his finger starting to move in and out, twisting and turning. He takes his time. My eyes are on him and his attention is fixated on his finger.
“I need to taste you,” he groans.
His head dips down and his mouth replaces his finger. I stifle my scream, clawing at the sheets, bunching them up in my fist the second his tongue finds my clit. He licks gently, then harder, moving to my slit, his tongue thrusting deep inside. I buck my hips at the sensation. Everything he is doing is so gentle, even when he places his hands on the inside of my thighs to hold me still, it’s gentle. My always sweet, always gentle, always loving Turner.
He starts to tease me by flicking his tongue, fucking me slowly with it. My clit is throbbing, my pussy is clenching, and I am going out of my fucking mind with pleasure as he torments me.
“I’m going to come,” I moan.
“Then come, baby. Come hard, come often. Just come.”
He sends me over the edge with those words as his mouth hovers over the top of my clit and sucks hard. My pelvis lifts completely off of the bed and he doesn’t hold me down this time. His face lifts right along with me and I shake and cry out his name loudly.
“Shh,” he says as he climbs his way back up my body.
“You taste even better than I remembered. Now come here and let me make love to you.”
He sits all the way back, stretching his legs out on either side of mine and grabbing my hands, pulling me up so I am sitting on his lap.
“I love you,” he repeats over and over as I lift myself and center him against me, lowering myself bit by bit until I feel the tip hit my entrance.
“Don’t take your eyes off of me,” I say.
“Never,” he whispers back.
I sink myself onto him, immersing him inside me. It wouldn’t matter where in this world we were right at this very moment, because Turner and I are home as I begin to rock against him, his hands cupping my ass, guiding me as I circle my hips on his cock. He begins to lift me up and down, setting the momentum.
“I love you,” I say again, feeling as if I cannot say it enough.
Love is all I see in his moist eyes.
“You’re so beautiful, my love,” he replies.
No words are spoken again after that, the only sound is of our bodies becoming one. His touching is limitless. He releases his grip on my ass, stroking up my spine, grabbing my hair, caressing my cheeks, palming my breasts.
At last, his mouth takes hold of mine and we both cry out our releases into each other.
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“I wish we could sleep sitting up so I could stay buried inside of you all night,” he says into my neck as he kisses his way up to my mouth.
“We could try,” I laugh.
“It might be