I threaded my fingers through hers and maneuvered her through the debris in the apartment. We headed down the flight of stairs and I opened the door.
No sooner had we walked through the door, than her lips were on mine and our clothes were flying to the floor.
“I missed you,” she whispered.
It seemed like more than two weeks had passed since we had been at Canyon Lake.
“God, I missed you.” I devoured her lips, not taking my time to be gentle or easy. I wanted her to know what she did to me.
Her fingers trailed over my chest and unsnapped the button on my jeans. “I missed this,” she purred.
Fuck. My cock was hard. Two weeks away from her and this wouldn’t last long.
I grabbed her by the back of the head, but she was already sinking to her knees, struggling to get the denim off my legs. I had her gasp when my cock bounced freely.
Her hand clasped around it and tugged gently before her tongue lashed over the head.
“Fuck, yeah.” I jerked forward, smiling at her. I moved backward toward the couch and sat. She positioned herself between my knees and I watched as her lush lips inhaled my dick with swift sucking movements.
I reached for her tits, and squeezed her nipples. I could feel the tight spasm in my spine as I was about to come. I pushed her away. I wanted to come inside her.
She looked up. “Everything okay?”
“No,” I growled. “Get up here. Lie on your stomach.”
She crawled over me and did as I asked. I palmed the smoothness of her ass with one hand as the other found the wet heated entrance.
She bounced up as I slid my fingers inside her. I smiled when I felt her clench around me. I pumped in and out of her watching her ass move with the rhythm. I lowered my lips to her bottom and kissed her.
“Ohh, Sam.”
“That’s it?” I teased.
I added another finger and she whimpered. She was so fucking tight and wet. My thumb traveled lower to her nub and playfully slid it back and forth while she fucked my fingers more wildly than before.
“J’ai envie de toi,” she moaned.
I spread her legs and my tongue slipped between her slit. Fuck, she tasted sweet. I nipped at her bottom.
“Say more than that,” I demanded. “Tell me what you want.”
She clung to my fingers, panting and shaking. “Baise-moi, please. Baise-moi.”
I loved hearing the dirty words on her lips. I nestled my cock at her opening, letting her get adjusted to me again. She was slick, and within seconds, I’d be buried so deep inside her, she wouldn’t care. But I wanted to remember this feeling. What it was like with the head of my cock on the precipice of taking what was mine. With her body writhing under mine, wanting me, needing me to soothe her ache.
I began to push inside her, when my head reeled back. I lowered myself to her back, so she could tilt her hips upward. I slid so deep in her we both groaned at the intensity. I grabbed her hands and kissed her neck as I pumped in and out. Each thrust stronger than the last. And then we both began to jolt and shiver with the same momentum.
“Come with me, Natalia. Come all over me.”
“God, yes,” She whimpered. “Oui. Oui!” I felt the orgasm spiral through her as mine finally released me. I buried myself in her, claiming her, making her mine again.
“You’re mine,” I growled, hilting myself inside her.
“I am,” she whispered. “Don’t ever stop fucking me like this.”
“Don’t ever stop talking dirty.” I laughed.
I collapsed against her back, trying not to crush her with my weight.