Then, I looked at her dripping pussy.
I couldn't wait a second longer.
I planted my face into her lips and moaned at her taste. She arched into me, breathless as her hips rolled against my mouth. My tongue raked along her clit. My cheeks got coated in the stickiness of her body. My hands pinned her hips down, rendering her motionless as I slid my tongue up and down her slit. I pushed into her. Swallowed her down and memorized her scent. I imprinted my fingerprints on her skin as she ground against my lips, begging breathlessly for more. More. And even more still.
“It’s coming. It’s close. Don’t stop. Right there. Please, Andrew. Please.”
One day, I’d hear my own name drip from her lips. After I got back from this trip, I’d tell her everything.
I wanted that for her. For us. I didn’t want this to be the last time I had her.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Her back arched, and her pussy fluttered around my lips. I sucked her clit between my teeth and flicked the tip at lightning speed. Her thighs squeezed my cheeks. A puff of flour kicked up around us. I wiggled my face. Dug my tongue deeper. Licked every part of her pussy clean and felt her melt against my tongue. Her hands fisted my hair. Her nailed raked against my scalp.
Then her back hit the table, and I rushed up her body.
I couldn't wait a second longer. I had to be inside her. I leaned back and felt her legs wrap around me as I slid my dick into her. She arched so pleasantly for me. Her hands rushed to her tits, and she tugged at her nipples. Such a
beautiful sight, my cock entering her body. I grabbed her hips and pounded into her, leaving nothing to the imagination with my touch. My balls smacked her ass while her hands curled into my thighs, grabbing onto anything she could as things fell off her table.
Milk. Eggs. A bag of flour. A mixture of something that splattered all over the floor.
“Holy hell, Heather. So good. So beautiful. So fucking tight.”
“Andrew, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Do. Not. Stop.”
Her breathless voice. Her wonderful moans. It swirled around my head as the mess of wet flour coated our bodies. Sweat dripped down my skin as I fell against her, my hands falling beside her head. I rolled into her. I felt her hands grip my ass. I plunged deeper into her body, her walls massaging my cock as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Do it,” I said. “Come for me.”
And like the wonderful woman she was, her body exploded.
I had to stop. I had to bite down on my lip to keep from painting her core with my cum. Her walls fluttered and held me in a grip I’d never felt before. My face dropped to her neck. She ran her hands down my back. Her nails felt like heaven, and her pussy felt like the sweetest heaven I’d ever been dropped into. She relaxed against the table, shaking. Her jaw trembled. Whimpers fell from her lips.
I pulled her into me and sat up, feeling her curves drape over my skin.
I grasped her ass and rolled her body into mine. My legs spread out, knocking the rest of the utensils off the table. Flour coated the entire kitchen as her arms wrapped around my neck. She kissed me. Nibbled me. Lapped her tongue against my ear. I thrust my hips up into her. I wrapped my hands around her as she found her strength. Her thighs gripped me, her pussy massaged me, and her sweet, hot breath condensed in the crook of my neck.
“Andrew. I missed you. I missed you so much.”
I closed my eyes, reveling in her words as I kissed her shoulders. Her neck. Her cheeks. Her ear.
I felt myself rising to the top. Her pussy was too much, and her body called to me in ways I couldn't deny any longer. I’d come back to her. I’d come back for her. I’d come back with a new life I could lead. She bucked against me, bounced on my lap and coated me with her scent. Her juices dripped onto my lap. The sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin filled her kitchen. I captured her lips. I fell back on the table. The cloud of flour I kicked up surrounded us, blocking the rest of the world out as I gazed into her beautiful brown eyes.
“Heather. Fucking… shit. It’s… Heather, I-”
I slammed into her one last time before my cock took over. My balls drew tightly to my body as my arms pulled her as close as I could get her. She wrapped around me. Squeezed me. Burrowed into me as I came deep in her pussy. I emptied my seed into her as she fell apart, convulsing and shivering while her pussy vibrated around me. She gasped in my ear. Moaned my name and fueled the fire in my gut.
She’d say my name, my real name. Soon.
Sweat poured down my brow as she collapsed against me. I held her close as the flour wall settled, and nothing but our panting for breath filled the kitchen. I closed my eyes. I took in everything about her. The feel of her. The smell of her. The taste of her.
It would have to get me by for the next few weeks, but at least there was hope. With everything I loved at stake right now, I’d take any type of hope I could get.
CHAPTER 12
HEATHER