her breasts. I had always loved them. They were full with large dark erect nipples. I cupped them, and they overflowed in my hands. I bent down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. Her fingers buried into my hair as I worked over her boobs. She tasted incredible. Her skin was soft and hot beneath my mouth, and I wanted more of her. I dropped to my knees, kissing my way down her body, pausing to dip my tongue into her bellybutton.
I looked up and found her head tilted toward the ceiling, red hair streaming down her back. Her lips were parted, and she was panting. With a smile, I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down over her hips. She kicked them to the side in a hurry. I hooked my pinky fingers through the waist of her white lace panties and slowly, so slowly, lowered them down her legs.
I put my lips to her ankle, kissing lightly. Then I traced my tongue up the inside of her leg, grinning when her thighs started trembling. I hadn’t even gotten to where I was heading yet, and she was already falling apart.
Once I reached the apex of her thighs, I nuzzled her with my nose, inhaling the sweet scent of her. I licked once. Savoring her. Twice. Then I lapped at her core, my tongue going as deep as possible. I sucked on her clit, burying my face between her legs.
“Kyle, I can’t stand up anymore,” she exclaimed, her voice rough and hoarse. Her legs shaking, her fingers gripping my hair so tightly I thought she’d rip it out. I continued to suck on her clit, tonguing her, eating all of her until she let out a cry, and I tasted the rush that she released, swallowing it.
Afterward, I got to my feet and took her mouth again. I slowly lowered her to the floor, discarding my shorts and boxers.
Once again, I was transported to eight years ago. Whitney beneath me, her milky skin flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded, her magnificent breasts heaving.
This was different.
We were different.
“I should get something—” I started to stand up, not sure if I even still had condoms in the house; it had been so long since I needed them.
Whitney stopped me, her hand coming up to touch my face, her eyes sad. “You don’t need one, remember? I’m clean. And there’s no chance ...” Her voice broke, and I hated myself for not thinking. For being so insensitive after everything she told me tonight.
I pressed my forehead against hers. “I’m so sorry, Whit. That was thoughtless of me. God, I’m an idiot.”
She put her finger over my mouth and wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing her pussy against my rigid dick. “Shut up, Kyle. Just shut up and fuck me.”
“I want to do this right, Whit.” I held myself poised at her entrance. I could feel her heat against the tip. I was afraid I’d come as soon as we got started.
“You’re doing it all perfectly, Kyle. I want you inside me. Now,” she commanded roughly, grabbing the back of my head, and dragging me down to her, claiming my mouth, kissing me hard.
Not wanting to wait another second, I plunged inside her. She arched her back and let out a cry. “Shh.” I laughed, pointing to the ceiling.
Her eyes widened. “I forgot, sorry.”
I reached between us and pinched her clit as I started to rock in and out. Diving deeper and deeper. I wanted her to feel me everywhere.
“I’ve wanted this so long, Whitney. So damn long,” I murmured against her mouth as we moved together. Absolute synchronicity.
“Oh my God, Kyle. Oh my God,” she moaned as I pressed into her, moving my hips, hitting all the right spots.
“I’m so close. Please tell me you're close,” I begged. I didn’t think I could hold off the explosion much longer.
Whitney opened her eyes, and we stared at each other. It was the moment I had been aching for the first time we were together. We were in this as one. So, I slid in and out, faster and faster, until I felt the release. The walls of her pussy clamped down around my cock, and we both shuddered and sighed and came in one violent burst.
I was dripping with sweat. Wetness fell between her breasts, and I wiped it away with my thumb. I was still buried inside of her, not wanting