Greek (Palm South University)

This man whom I’ve missed.

This man who traveled halfway across the world to get me back.

This man whom I love.

This man I can’t live without.

Kip’s mouth finally descends on my clit as he slips another finger inside me, and I cry out at the warmth, the pressure, the all-encompassing feeling of being connected again. When he groans and sweeps his tongue long, hot, and flat over my sensitive nerves, I buck into the touch, twisting my fists in the sheets and grinding my hips.

He knows just how to lick me, how to tease me, how to move his fingers inside me along with the rhythm of his tongue. He knows to move slow at first, exaggerating the movements, and then to pick up speed as my breath hitches, my hips moving of their own accord as I reach for my climax.

And he knows just where to press a third finger at the sensitive opening below where his other two are now, giving me a shock of forbidden pleasure. He glances up at me, his tongue still sweeping, eyes asking me for permission.

“Yes,” I breathe, pleading, and he slicks his finger through my desire before gently, slowly, inching it inside my ass.

I cry out, seeing stars, and then he’s sucking on my clit and moving his fingers inside me in a slow, hypnotizing rhythm that pushes me closer and closer to my release with every pump. The finger inside my ass is just barely in there, barely moving, but it’s pushing all the sensitive, bundled-up nerves in just the right way.

And with his name barreling off my lips, I fly apart.

I know if anyone is in the rooms around us, they hear every moan as I find my release, tearing at the sheets with my nails and arching my back and riding out every blissful wave. Kip smirks against my clit before blowing a gentle shhhh on it that only makes me convulse harder.

I come for longer than possible — at least that’s how it feels — and when I’m done, everything falls lax, my legs opening wide, arms flopping out, sweat-sheened skin sticking to the cool sheets.

Kip kisses my clit gently, but it still makes all my limbs shutter, and he slowly makes his way up to capture my mouth with his.

“That was fucking hot,” he says, smirking.

“Your turn,” is my only response before I’m flipping us over, pinning him to the sheets as I make my way down his body, kiss by kiss, on shaky, sated limbs.

“Wait,” he says, halting me before I can reach the promise land.

I look up at him with a pout that makes him chuckle, but he pulls me back up until I’m straddling him, and he kisses me long and hard.

“I want these lips around my cock,” he says, biting my bottom one to emphasize. “But not before I fill that beautiful pussy I just had the pleasure of tasting.”

I moan when he kisses me hard again, our teeth clashing, but I don’t have time to tell him how much I love his dirty talk before my hips are lifted, and he’s situated at my entrance, and then he grabs my ass and guides me down over him, flexing his hips as I swallow him whole.

We both cry out at the sensation, at him stretching me and filling me so fast it steals both our breaths. I sit there for a long moment, him completely inside me, our breaths heavy and hot between us as we soak in the way it feels.

And then he spanks my ass, lifts me, and slams into me again.

A long curse leaves his lips, and he arches back, eyes squeezing closed as I press my hands into his chest and take control. I ride him slow at first, letting him hit deep and feel every inch of me opening for him. But after every thrust, I pick up the pace just a little, just enough to have him biting his lip and groaning and peeling his heavy eyelids open to watch my breasts swell above him or to look down at where his cock disappears inside me.

I know without him telling me that he’s not going to last long — not after months of being apart, after just spending so much time going down on me, after being inside me again with my tits bouncing in his face.

I ride him a little faster, moving my hips just like I know he loves, tucking my pelvis anytime I sit fully down so I can take him as much inside me as possible. And when he groans loud and heavy, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave a mark, I know he’s close enough.

I hop off him without warning, which makes his eyes shoot open wide, a desperate no almost flowing off his lips.