Sweet Satisfaction

“Why don’t you?” I offered. I wanted him back. I loved how he felt. I loved how powerful and sexy he made me feel. How he adored my lips .

“Because I’m going to come deep inside you.” He grabbed the back of my hair, bringing my lips to his. The kiss was fierce and primal .

I didn’t think we would ever be able to get enough of each other. There was so much we had to say. So much to feel. Our bodies had a way of talking to each other that couldn’t be spoken through words. The way we fit together. The way we knew how to take each other to the brink of pleasure and then pull back, just in time to make it more intense with another round of cataclysmic arousal. And right now I wanted to express every emotion I could—every way I could through sex. Sex with Blake had always been the degree to which I measured other men—no other man had ever even come close .

They couldn’t read my soul. They couldn’t predict what I needed. They couldn’t make me soar into blissful clouds of skin and heat. They couldn’t make me pant with want, cry for satisfaction, or beg for more. Not the way he could .

I felt his hands slide down my back and unclasp my bra. The straps fell to the side as he pulled the lacy fabric from my nipples .

“I’ve always loved your tits.” He moved from my mouth to my breasts, sucking and kissing my throat and collarbone. He closed his lips around my nipple, biting until I writhed under him .

“Oh, Blake.” I arched, giving him my breast. Offering him my body for his pleasure .

“I want your ass in the air, baby .”

My eyes widened. I couldn’t remember sex with Blake like that before. True I hadn’t been very adventurous at that age, but he had been my first and I had tried anything he wanted. Sex had been something to explore together .

“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked .

I shook my head. “No. I want to make you happy .”

He took my chin between his fingers, brushing his lips over mine. “Will it make you happy ?”

I lingered in the kiss. Let the sway of his tongue bring me to the edge of a new kind of passion .

“God, yes.” I nodded .

“Then do it,” he urged. He sat back to allow me room to maneuver on the sofa. He watched me like a hungry lion. It made my skin heat and my pussy ache for release. Had I ever wanted to be ravished before? Had I ever thought I would burn up from the inside out without this man inside me? I had to have him. I had to feel that connection we once shared .

I moved forward on my palms, shifting to my knees, pressing into the sofa so that he had a full view of my ass .

“I like the thong .”

I jerked when I felt him snap the strip between my cheeks .

The sting turned to pleasure. “Do that again,” I whispered. My pulse quickened .

“What? This?” His fingers moved between my legs, pinched the fabric and snapped it over my clit .

“Ohh, yes,” I whimpered. “I like it when you do that.” I wiggled backward, hoping for more .

“Fuck, you’re even sexier now. And I think a little naughty .”

“Only with you,” I admitted. My sex life was vanilla as hell. This was the hottest thing I’d done in years .

“Is that so?” He cracked the thong harder this time and I yelped .

“Yes.” I nodded. I was breathy and I licked my lips, sinking my teeth hard into the soft skin .

He climbed onto the couch behind me. As he leaned forward, I felt his cock press against the inside of my thigh. It was as hard as a rod and bigger than any cock had a right to be. And all I wanted was for him to sink it inside of me. To undo all of the hurt that we had caused each other. I wanted it to push inside me so deep we were connected the way we used to be. I wanted that glorious cock to take me to another time and place. To remind me there was a time when I was his girl. Remind that we had something time and distance couldn’t dissolve .

I looked at him over my shoulder as he fisted it, pumping gently .

He pressed it between the slickness of my folds and I shuttered .

“Shit,” he whispered, coating himself in my juices. His hips kicked back and forth sliding between my slit, building friction over my clit. Every time I gasped with anticipation, hoping he was going to push inside me .

But he took his time, grinding against my ass, slowing his movements. Making me wetter than I’d ever been in my life .